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Who: Cyril Lavellan
Broadcast: OPEN
Action: The Space Bar
When: After he wakes up.

[Network]

[Cyril has been asleep for the last few weeks and when he finally comes to he feels an odd sense of resignment over this whole thing. He really should be angrier, he thinks, but all he can really do is sigh, shake his head, and get really drunk.]

Well, I'm in a mood for a drink. If anyone wants to join me, I'll be at the Space Bar.

[Action]

[And that is exactly where he is after he makes this announcement. He seems pretty relaxed as he orders something strong and works to finish it off. He really doesn't want to seem contemplative or mopey, but he can't quite shake the realization that Atroma could literally do anything to him and he'd be powerless to stop them.

He hates not being able to control every little thing about his own body.

That's why he looks especially well tonight. His make up is even more on point than normal, his hair is perfectly placed, his clothes chosen to complement his form the best way he can, and everything about his body language is so tightly performative - purposely portraying the image of someone without a care in the world.

These are the things he does control. He controls how much alcohol he puts in his system and allows the fuzz to take away the edge of the sharp fear in his chest. He controls how much he smiles and jokes with those around him. He needs to believe that he maintains some level of control, because being reminded that the chip in his head means Atroma can play with him like a little toy makes an uneasiness settle over him he would very much like to ignore for now.]

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I certainly wouldn't be opposed.

[ He rests his chin in his free hand, eyeing Cyril with delight. ]

I do so love being worshiped.

And I love worshipping you.

[He's going to ignore the way the words 'I love' made his heart flip-flop.]

We should find somewhere more private. Maybe after you have a chance to have a drink?

Perhaps after a bit more to drink for the both of us? You know the saying about loose lips, do you not?

[ They're good for absolutely everything. ]

How are you feeling, truly?

Pleased to be back, for one. Though a little put out that they didn't even give me a warning I'd be disappearing for a bit.

From what I've gathered, they don't so much warn you as thrust you into the thick of it. Much the same happened to Leilani some time ago.

[ Honestly, it had been horrific to watch when her arm had started to disappear. He wouldn't wish it on anyone else. ]

I remember. When she returned it was so easy for me to see what she had experienced back home. [Becuase he remembered it happening to him too.] It made me worry.

How much of your own future coincides with her own, if I may ask?

Much of it is the same, though there are a few choices where we differ. And I'm sure her sense of betrayal runs deeper than mine.

He didn't love me, after all. [Cyril really doesn't feel like he needs to explain which 'he' he means.]

...Yes, I'm certain hers was much more acute due to the matters of her heart. It can't have felt great to be in your place, either. You were close to Solas?

I was.

At least I thought I was. I'm not sure if it's even possible to consider myself close to a man who put in motion the events that changed my life irreparably.

Though, I suppose if he hadn't, I never would have met you. Or any of the others.

He may have deceived us all, but I don't believe his interactions were false- which is why his actions hurt the both of you as they did.

[ He pauses. ] Don't get me wrong, I hate the bastard for what he's done to you both, and I'll do everything in my power to help him be taken down.

[Cyril smiles affectionately and tries to ignore the way Dorian's devotion warms him. He'll just pretend that's the drink.]

You're a good friend, Dorian.

I don't know about that, but I am happy to be of service.

Well then, I'll know it enough for the both of us.

Now, it's my intention to get a few more drinks into the both of us.

Oh, no, not that. Anything but that. [He teases, clearly joking.]

However will we make it through the evening at this rate?

One witty remark at a time. [He replies with a bit of mischievousness in his tone as he turns to order them a round.]

Quite right. [ Dorian finishes off his ale, sliding his glass away. ] Have you been here long?

No idea. My life before I saw your face tonight is but a blur. [He doesn't even seem embarrassed to say something so cheesy, though perhaps he is a little too proud of himself.]