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[ Dorian is out doing much the same sort of shopping, though his is less team-based than personal preference. He looks best in green and gold, though purple and red are secondary contenders. He's browsing a selection of intricate armlets when he hears a familiar voice speak close to him.

Dorian turns with a smile, appraising Cyril and the scarf with a scrutinizing eye. ]

I believe that color complements your complexion and brings out the color in your stunning eyes.

[Cyril knew that Dorian was back, but seeing him now makes Cyril's smile light up. It was perhaps a bit too honest of an expression. He would have preferred something more lascivious, but he didn't have enough time to school the sincere happiness in his eyes at having Dorain near again.]

See this is why I'm very upset at them for taking you away. Who else will have such a thoughtful response in their compliment? Others are simply too blinded by my beauty to offer anything constructive.

And yet, they couldn't get rid of me, try as they might. The only thing they've served to do is annoy me with their theatrics.

[ As much as he adores theatrics, this was a little much, and made his best friend cry upon his return. It makes him feel something he's really not ready to acknowledge about his person. He'd rather maintain the aloof bravado. ]

Admittedly, they do have quite the enchantment to fight.

[Cyril moves closer and puts a hand on Dorian's arm.]

Either way, it is good to see you again.

It's a relief to see you, as well. I'd rather have not spent another second on that Maker-forsaken slab of metal.

[ Dorian slides his hand easily over Cyril's, thumb stroking his wrist briefly before pulling his hand away, reminded that they were in public. Public displays of affection are still a sore subject. ]

[Cyril leaves the touch at that then, pulling away. He still has a rather fond expression on his face though.]

Perhaps later we can catch up more fully? Some drinks in my quarters perhaps?

[Of course they both know that invitation isn't limited to drinks.]

I was beginning to think you'd never ask.

[ He smiles coyly, shifting in place as he crosses his arms. ]

Honestly, the only reason I'm not dragging you off somewhere else right now is that I'm trying to find a good coat to wear to the archery contest.

You're implying that it can't be done after we've found you a good coat. [ He's silent for a moment, going through the racks of clothing. ]

And then I could do rather inappropriate things to you in your new coat.

You've made the whole prospect of finding the coat even more important.

[He easily goes to shopping side by side with Dorian. With the newly install prosthetic, he's able to use both hands to sort through the clothing.]

Oh! Did Leilani tell you that they have these here? Did you see hers? [He ask, showing off the new hand by wiggling the fingers of it.] It's amazing, isn't it?

Fashion is of the utmost importance, my dear Cyril.

[ He's delighted to see that he is, indeed, sporting a new arm. Dorian wastes little time in investigating it, taking Cyril's new hand in his own, turning it over, and admiring the craftsmanship. ]

It suits you.

[The arm is sleek and silver and moves as close to naturally as possible. He lets Dorian examine it and turns it over.]

I agree on both counts.

[A pause.] Speaking of, they have some fashion shows here. We could attend one. Together, if you like.

Ah, I hadn't gotten around to seeing what else this place offered. That sounds amenable, at the very least. I'm rather lacking in my attire, it will give me inspiration.

Perhaps we should look for you as well, then. Find something nice for us both to wear.

A marvelous idea, Inquisitor. It's as if I'd thought of it, myself!

You certainly inspired it.

[Later, Cyril is going to realize he basically asked Dorian out on a date, but right now he's focused on finding something fashionable.]

[ He grins at Cyril before turning back to the task, finding something fashionable for him to wear. ]

The scarf is good, but it needs something for balance. Perhaps something in black or silver.

Why. those are among my favorite colors. [He teases lightly as he goes seeking out anything that would suit the event.]

Are they? What a coincidence. Ah-ha, something like this would suffice.

[ He holds up a tunic in black with swirling, silver embroidery. ]

Perhaps a bit loose, depending upon what you're doing, but it should do if there's nothing better.

That's beautiful. [He comments, easily distracted by the garmet. He moves closer to take a better look and realizes that it will compliment his new arm as well.]

Hm. [He muses as he moves the new metallic arm against the fabric to compare.]

You know, I've just realized I don't have to hide this as much as I have been before. There are ways to accent it instead, make the injury something to behold...

[He's done that before to put others at ease, by doing things like painting designs on the wood of old prosthetics, but now it feels a bit like reclaiming it. Making it something for himself.

He looks up at Dorian and for a moment seems a little sheepish. As if that was a moment Dorian didn't need to see.]

Thank you, my friend.

[ Dorian is grateful for the moment it's clear wasn't meant for him. So often, the Lavellans shoulder entirely too much, and it's difficult to know what they're truly feeling. As easy as it is to see the emotions they wear, things like insecurity or uncertainty are held a bit closer to the chest. It's those moments that they seem more like people and less like the Herald. ]

You've never needed to. How many could say they've walked away from an injury that would have killed any other? It kept you here.

[ Of course he knows that 'here' is an entirely relative term, and that when Cyril goes back, it won't be him there to see the elf through. Not truly. It still makes him feel a certain way, being friends. Having as many as he's made here, though he can't help but hold those from Thedas just a bit closer. ]

You are most welcome. It's what I'm here for, is it not?

You're here to bring beauty to my life? [Cyril replies, teasing lightly with a grin and raised eyebrow.

He looks Dorian up and down, obviously checking him out but being careful not to draw too much attention to them both at the same time. He isn't sure either of them are ready for public displays of affection beyond the kind that happens between simple friends.]

I'll say you do a wonderful job at that.

Naturally so. It is my given nature.

[ Proof of the Maker's existence, right here. Dorian basks, knowing that he's being appreciated and the attention isn't so obvious that anyone else has noticed. It's a stolen moment and they can continue on with their day. ]

I do try.

It shows. I certainly don't know how long it would have taken me to find this without you here. Or what if someone else had snatched it up? Perish the thought.

Know that we couldn't have possibly rested until something worthy was found. Even if it took the rest of the day. Count ourselves lucky that now we can simply enjoy our time.

a;;

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