#mxudit

[betterdcyz-a]

@mxudit​ liked this for a starter!

It was the morning, around 6am to be exact, and horror had flushed out the tiredness in his eyes as he stares down in an empty container of coffee. There was NOTHING. Just measly specks of brown dust laughing in his face. “Cy, we’re out of coffee...” 

[fearbehindasmile-archive]

​starter call │ @mxudit

​—“You LOOK lost? Do you need my assistance?”

[kleinemeine-m]

will cyrus come give his wife a kiss? or will they have to pretend he’s not here?

[betterdcyz-a]

Vacation Starters! / accepting!

@mxudit​ said: ❝ we’re on vacation, i can sleep in if i want. ❞ (mxudit @ tadamusa)

He stood there, clothed in your typical white hotel-brand robes with a mug of coffee in one of his hands. Tadamusa took a long, deserved sip, making it known that he was drinking because he was slurping a bit loudly. “Hm. Then is that a no to drinking coffee with your boyfriend in this nice hotel that we both paid for together?” 

[kleinemeine-m]

@odigcs​ replied to your post ○

Cyrus in the bg yelling "I love you, you nerd"

      in that moment, plum decided to yell back at their husband.  ❝ COME SAY THAT DIRECTLY TO MY FACE GRUMPO! ❞

[betterdcyz-a]

It’s Sinday! Send 💋 to straight-up kiss my muse! / accepting!

@mxudit​ said: 💋 - Cyrus @ Tada

Just one simply kiss causes such cravings, making something stir within the physician as he returns the kiss with such renewed vigour. It’s like Cyrus’ lips were addicting like coffee. Actually, wait. Tadamusa leaned back and licked at his lips, tasting coffee that Cyrus presumably had because that’s what he tastes at the moment. His cheeks are ridiculously hot as he dives in to kiss Cyrus more, mumbling out: “Your lips taste a lot like coffee.” 

[xmenageriie]

"Commander Cullen, sir?" The voice that calls out to the commander has a thinly veiled hint of annoyance to it to match the unamused expression that sits upon what the man may find to be a familiar unfamiliar face. Cyrus isn't as broad as the other but he easily towers over Cullen on top of his 6'4'' of height. "I am sorry for bothering, but I was told to look for you since you are the most likely one to know of the Inquisitor's whereabouts" A pause "/for whatever reason/"

⚔ — @mxudit

The annoyance in his tone didn’t elude Cullen, but he was so accustomed to being greeted in such a way that it rolled off his shoulders like water off a duck’s back. He turned, clipboard and quill in hand, his own expression curling to match the one worn by the oddly familiar stranger.

                         Why does he look familiar? I can’t have met him already, I’d know.

The fact that he was outdone in height made him the slightest bit insecure, but he didn’t lower his shoulders or puff his chest any less. If anything, he became twice as puffed and three times as bristly when the Inquisitor was mentioned. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of the accusation, but it brought color to his cheeks nonetheless.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean. Leliana is just as likely to know where she is than I am, and she’s every chance she’s not as swamped by her duties. Not entirely sure I want to divulge that sort of information to a stranger to begin with.  .  .”

His eyes narrowed, and he finally turned to face the newcomer fully. “If you are a stranger. I feel like I’ve seen you before, but I think I’d remember if I had.”

[xmenageriie]

"Row?" He calls out softly to the child, kneeling down to make it more comfortable for her to talk to him. In his hands there is a box of chocolates that he got for the girl. It felt unfair not to let her indulge in sweets today. "Here, this is for you" And he was certain his twin would come along later with a tart or some other dessert too.

🌳 — @mxudit

At the sound of her name, the girl gasped. “I know who! I know——!”

Finding Cyrus, she fell to her knees before him, not caring in the least that doing so meant staining her skirt and the front of her leggings with shirt. Her little hands patted impatiently at her legs, whole body bouncing slightly. She had gained so many new friends recently that it was impossible not to become excitable the moment she saw one of them.

The box presented to her brought out yet another sound of surprise. She took the box, pulled off its lid and squealed with delight at the sight of so many little chocolates. Two were shoved into her mouth at the same time, melted chocolate and their assorted insides gumming up her mouth. “S’ank you, Bro’her Cy’us.”

From behind her back, she pulled out a little bag of candies. None were chocolate, but all were small and colorful and shaped like little flowers. It was slid to Cyrus with a small smile surrounded by puffy cheeks. After she swallowed, however, she offered the smallest and most worrying of explanations.

“I saw them in a shop. I took ‘em, but you can have them now.”