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Treviso, like most of the nights Cyr’s been in the port city, was cool with a slightly salty sea breeze flowing over the area. Stars sparkle high above, and he finds himself relaxing with his boyfriends at his sides and Jim stalking them nearby. It’s calm and just what they need with the chaos of recent events.
Not that Cyr minds the chaos, but spending time with his boyfriends will always be his favorite pastime. He smiles, his gaze slipping over to stare at Kos for several long moments before Em’s features demand his attention.
Cyr then trips and falls face-first into the stone bricks below. There’s a soft chuckle as his lovers stop their journey to pick him up. “Dearest. I know I have you’re heart already, there’s no need to fall for me again.” Cyr pushes himself off the ground enough to see that playful smirk on his boyfriend’s face.
Kos helps him up, pressing an amused kiss to his cheek. Cyr brushes himself off, barely phased by his own idiocy. It’s not his fault his boyfriends are so maker-damned hot. How could he not stare?
“Why don’t we take a break?” Kos offers. “Looks like there’s a little cafe over there?” It’s a tiny little corner bar with a few tables scattered on the street. Cyr leads the way, keeping his boyfriends close. They haven’t been to this one before, and neither Lucanis nor Ches had told them about it. So either it’s fairly new, or mediocre enough not to warrant a mention.
“Welcome, welcome!” The Qunari behind the counter states. “Oh! Another Qunari! You should think about joining the Antaam—“ Cyr’s thoughts fill with rage as his body moves on its own, slugging the idiot and feeling bone crunch under his fist. He’s over the counter in a moment.
Pulling at his magic, Cyr ensures the quick and proper healing of the broken bones in the few moments he has between punches. He’s really not sure how long he’s at it before a hand lands on his shoulder.
“Dearest?” He turns to Em. His boyfriend’s looking at him with understanding and concern. “I know you’re angry, but why don’t you let the man go. Surely, you’ve done enough already?” Em takes his hands gently. “Besides, you’re injured. Why don’t you stop and let us take care of you?”
He still kinda wants to keep going at this asshole. Who tells a mage they should join the Qun? Does he have any idea what they’d do to Kos? Rasict asshole.
“Cyr?” Kos’ quiet voice calls. “It’s okay. You’ve done enough.” Kos doesn’t seem fully present yet. Teeth grinding, Cyr debates listening or not. “Please…” Any resistance drains out of him. Fine. He can’t stay angry when Kos hits him with that tone.
He gets off the waste of space, even if he considers feeding the merchant to Jim. Fuck it. If he’s going to get in trouble for this, he might as well make it worth it. Cyr lets himself be led off, telling Jim to have at the mess on the ground in their secret shared language. He can feel Jim’s grin as his form melts into a puddle to scoop up the mess and consume it.
“Dearest.” Em chides. “Look at what you’ve done to your hands.” Cyr finally looks at the bloodied mess of flesh and bone. He sighs, taking a seat to let his boyfriends tend to his broken hands.
Cyr winces as some broken bones are jostled, but he sits as quietly and as still as possible. It won’t help anything to start fussing now. Instead, he lets himself observe the crowd that’s gathered for a few moments. No way this won’t get back to the Crows.
Looking down at his hands and watching them work, Cyr lets out a mirthless chuckle.
“Cyr?” He looks up to his lovely, wonderful Kos. His wonderful, soft husband is looking at him with a mix of appreciation and concern. Cyr gives him one of his trademark lopsided grins. “I appreciate you defending me. But that might have been a bit… Unwise.”
“I wasn’t going to let him talk to you like that.”
“I know. But you didn’t have to go at it for so long, nor did you have to have Jim eat him.” Cyr looks away. Kos has a point. Still though…
Looking back over to Em, he can tell the older man is struggling to get the bones healed with his magic. Flexing his hand, Cyr can tell that everything’s in the right place, it just stings because his body is weird and makes other peoples magic less effective on him. Great for battle, not so great when your boyfriends want to heal you from the injuries you gave yourself.
It aches, but at least his hand’s keeping its form. “It’s alright, Em.” Cyr smiles. “I’ve got it from here.” The older Necromancer huffs, then smiles softly. They’ve been through this before.
“Alright.” Cyr knows he’s going to be watched the entire time for signs that he’s straining himself, but he doesn’t really mind. Not when it’s Em and Kos.
It only takes him a few minutes to get both his hands back in proper order, so Cyr turns to his boyfriend. “What do you want to do?” He aims at Kos. “You’re the one wronged here, so if you want to do something else, we can do it. A date’s supposed to be fun, after all.”
Kos gives them a surprised glance as if to ask if they were sure, to which both he and Em nod. They want their partner to be happy with them, and since Cyr’s date night fell through they might as well come up with another plan.
“If it’s not too much trouble… Could we take a trip to Arlathan? There’s this spot there that I’ve been wanting to share with you two.”
“Certainly!” Em agrees. Cyr backs it up with a smile.
Growing up, Cyr never spent much time in nature. Actually, before Varric, Cyr had never left the Necropolis. At first, nature had been something he was both curious about and didn’t really care for; after all, who wants to be outside where the weather changes on a whim, it’s often too hot or two cold, just as frequently wet and soggy or thirsty and dying for water, or freezing because apparently everywhere but the Necropolis deals with the apparently natural phenomenon of seasons, but since meeting Kos, Cyr’s viewpoint has shifted. What was once a nuisance turned to something tolerable. Hatred turned to wonder. Annoyance to reluctant approval.
And all because of Kos.
So while Cyr would have complained before about trekking through Arlathan, currently, Cyr’s more than happy to trail behind his boyfriends as they chat away while Kos leads them through the forest like a spirit traversing the Fade. It’s sexy watching Kos be so confident like this. A shame it took so long to get this out of the man.
“Here we are!” Kos declares as they find themselves in a small clearing with a few trees surrounded with shrubs or bushes, a small dirt area towards the elongated center, and a peaceful atmosphere that’s increasingly rare to come across as more and more days pass.
Cyr misses whatever Em says as Jim presses against him, cool against the nearly too-warm temperature. He shifts as he changes before dropping a large basket at his feet. Jim stares at him expectantly.
Patting Jim, Cyr takes the basket and turns to his boyfriends. “Picnic?” He gets a pair of wonderful smiles as they help him unpack and set everything out. There’s a blanket big enough for the three of them and their food, more than enough to eat and drink than they could hope to consume in a week, and even an umbrella to keep Cyr from overheating in the sun.
Eventually, after they feasted and chatted and indulged in each other's presences more than enough for one day, Cyr finds himself falling asleep between his lovers as twilight settles in.