kremdelacreme | PSL for killedwithlove

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The Chargers were back at Skyhold after a week-long mission that had taken them clear out to the Antivan border, a job separate from the Inquisition's dealings that The Iron Bull had taken for incredibly handsome pay, after making absolutely sure that it wouldn't have any impact on the Inquisition. But now they were home, looking no worse for wear, toting a wagon full of casks that they were telling anyone that would listen were full of whiskey.

But things were amiss. They were short a man, and nothing about the way they conducted themselves made it seem like something bad had happened. They were just suddenly one fewer than normal.

Another week, and still their Lieutenant hadn't come back. None of the Chargers said a damn thing when questioned on the whereabouts of one Cremisius Aclassi, even redirecting the conversation when someone would get insistent. There wasn't much point in poking around in any of their heads either, as none of them knew for sure where he'd gone or why. All they seemed to know was that he would be back sooner or later.

Another week, and the Inquisitor had decided to go to the Frostback Basin to learn what he could about Inquisitor Ameridan. This left Skyhold fairly empty, left the civilians to their own devices, nobody any the wiser save for the occasional reports that the Inquisitor sent back about what he was learning.

Krem's return to the fortress was without fanfare, literal or otherwise. He simply trudged across the bridge that led inside from the mountains, a sack slung over his back with his maul, which looked to have been cleaned, repaired and even upgraded, materials-wise. It was so early in the morning that it was still dark, giving him the chance to get to his quarters without interference, and as he passed through the tavern on his way there, he was entirely focused on finding his way to his bed. He ached all over, a bone-deep soreness that blotted out more specific hurts, and the moment his door was closed and locked behind him, he sank onto his bed with a deep groan, falling slowly onto his side and using one hand to start unbuckling his harness and armor, letting it all clatter on the floor without a single thought regarding the noise. He only sat back up to strip off his leathers, then rolled over to face the wall, blanket pulled over his head, almost instantly asleep.

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It was strange for him, hearing someone so unabashedly honest talking about something like that, someone like him, and Krem's chest clenched. He sat down on the edge of his bed, looking down at the last bit of bread in his hand then putting it aside.

"I'd apologize for whatever you pick up from me, but it's not something that will change. I want to keep doing this with you, whatever it is. I...I'd like to keep you, with me. Safe. Not in danger of being manipulated or used to some purpose that you don't choose. But I don't want you feeling some kind of obligation toward me either. Not when you're becoming your own person and learning...everything."

Krem's hand ran back through his hair, scratching some at the back of his head as he tried to make his thoughts come out of his mouth coherently, as much for his own benefit as for Cole's. It was weird, and he wasn't used to doing or saying things like this.

"Shit..." Feelings were hard.

"Don't apologise for what I hear from you. It's honest and you. You don't need to apologise for that." Cole was earnest, reaching for one of Krem's hands and holding it in both of his, watching Krem's face. "You don't have to ever apologise for being you. Not to anyone. Not to me."

He started petting Krem's hand, watching it instead of Krem's face as he listened, head drifting softly from side to side in a slow motion. "I know when people mean me harm. Or want to manipulate me. It screams from them, from their hearts."

He lifted the hand he held, pressing Krem's knuckles to his own brow, eyes closed. "Feelings are simple. Communication is hard, for mortals. As mortals. Why would I feel obligated towards you?"

"Sometimes, when feelings get big and complicated, it comes to that. Like maybe you'd choose me over something mission-critical. Does that makes sense?" Probably not, not to Cole, with his roundabout but pretty simple way of looking at the world. It was hard for him to try and explain it when he couldn't make the words fit together. He kind of wanted to go back to sleep, maybe keep Cole there with him as a source of comfort. Another one of those mortal things.

His hand flattened on Cole's cheek, thumb stroking over his temple. "In all honesty, I'd rather you dismiss all this as the paranoia of a man that's never been in a relationship before."

"No." Cole didn't understand. You helped people. It wasn't really much more complicated than that. Despite having it explained to him, he still didn't understand why Cassandra thought him killing Lambert was a bad decision, despite the fact she thought he deserved to be dead.

"I don't know how to lie down with someone, but I can learn." He leaned his face into the hand on his cheek, letting his head go heavy and trusting Krem would support it.

Krem sighed. He'd talked more already than he normally did, outside of answering the Inquisitor's questions, which he had to do less and less these days. He looked up at Cole with a soft frown, his hand cradling the side of Cole's face then moving to run through the fine hair at the back of his neck, drawing him forward.

"It's just like laying down by yourself. Here." He scooted back on the bed to make an open space there for Cole to rest, then eased himself down onto his side, propped up by his elbow. "Now you."

Cole's hair was softer and paler, suggesting it was getting a regular washing and possibly with something kinder than lye soap.

He leaned forward as he was drawn. "I don't lie down by myself, either. I don't have a bed. I don't need it."

He lay down, then sat up and took off his hat and set is aside before lying down again. And then instinct kicked in and he curled an arm under his head like a pillow, drawing one knee to his chest, the other stretched out.

"Cole lay down."

Some parts of Cole's body still remembered what it was like to be completely human, and Krem breathed an internal sigh of relief when Cole finally settled down beside him. He almost looked natural laying there, like nothing was different.

As soon as Cole had gotten comfortable, Krem's arm sneaked over him, coming to rest over his middle, fingers curling inward to catch the front of his shirt. His chest still ached like it was bruised, but this was good. He was pleased, and he let out a content little huff against the back of Cole's neck. Sentimental, sappy, Bull's voice laughed in his head. He just stuck his mental tongue at it and squeezed Cole a little bit closer.

Cole shifted himself backward into Krem's warmth. Not too close, because krem was still sore and he didn't want to hurt him, but some part of him remembered lying with someone, a warmth against his back.

"I think... maybe Cole did this before." He couldn't find a specific memory, but that would explain a lot. "I like your breath. It's warm."

"Possibly," Krem mused, his head ducking forward until his nose was against the back of Cole's neck, voice coming out muffled by his shirt. "Your liking it could be entirely you though. Separate from his memories."

"My liking it is me." He didn't have those echoes that meant it was something from Cole, something from before he was himself. "You like it too. You like that I don't expect to curl around your back, too."

"I appreciate being able to hold onto you," Krem added. He craned his neck to look over Cole's shoulder to get a better gauge of his reaction to it all. He curled his leg up to rest half on Cole's outstretched one, keeping enough off of it to keep from cutting off the circulation and making his leg go numb.

After a couple of seconds he put his head back down.

"Next time there's a chance to go, we can find a bed for you, if you would want one. Somewhere comfortable and warm for you to go when you want quiet."

Cole looked relaxed and content. His eyes were open, but there was no wariness or tension to him. He shuffled back a touch more, letting krem's leg rest more on his.

"But I can come here if I want to lie in a bed. I can't take a bed from someone who needs one."

With Cole scooting back into him, Krem's arm came to wrap around him fully, the other arm stuck under both of them but bent up as comfortably as possible. His nose pressed against the side of Cole's neck, his eyes falling closed.

"Glad you know you can come here whenever you like, but you should still have a space of your own. Everyone I've ever known has had something like that."

"Why? I have my corner, in the loft. It has my chest with my knives and armour." He rested a hand on Krem's, slung over him. "Cole didn't have his own space. He had a bed. I don't need a bed."

Krem finally gave up, knowing they'd be talking in circles for an hour otherwise. He just sighed against the back of Cole's neck then tucked his head down, absorbing the other's warmth. He brought his hand up to play with the ends of Cole's fingers, before lacing them between his and holding them loosely.

Cole gave a soft sigh of comfort, nuzzling his head back into Krem and settling in. He was happy to stay here while Krem slept, so long as no one needed him.

Anyway. It was nice. Comfortable.

Safe.

Krem didn't sleep so much as he dozed for a long while, anticipating when Cole would finally bore of being there or hear someone that needed him, the latter more likely than the former. When he finally fell asleep it wasn't long before Cole left, and he only stayed asleep for a little while before sitting up again, wincing at the renewed ache in his chest. He pulled his clothes straight and went to find a healer that would be able to give him a quick painkiller, then started walking the grounds, starting with the battlements. He wanted to see that massive damaged portion of the wall, as he intended to pester the growing force around the Chargers' core to help repair it.

He took a seat on one of the low walls around the inner garden, surveying the silent grounds, glancing around when he heard a commotion barreling straight toward him. The Chargers, having been waiting for the right moment to descend upon him, rushed the garden and Krem had to stand and brace himself. He couldn't help the sudden yelp upon being lifted off the ground, kicking at the air and shoving on Bull's face until he was put down again.

Brief words were exchanged, then Krem's shirt pulled to one side to show his bare shoulder, making them all aware of what he'd gone and done. He smacked a few hands that went to poke his tender chest, then shooed them off to the Herald's Rest. On the walk there, he sent out a brief mental missive in case Cole might pick it up, something to let him know where he would be for...probably the rest of the evening. That would give Cole plenty of chance to do whatever he needed to.

Cole had vanished off to help with the baby. And then he got side tracked by some other things, and by the time he came to find Krem, it was a bit later than he had thought he would be when he slipped out of the bed.

When he made it back to the Herald's Rest, Maryden was already singing–Sera was going to break her lute if she sang Sera Never Was again–and the Chargers were in their corner, drinking and talking loudly.

He paused nearby, not sure if he should try and join them.

Cole wasn't really given a chance to linger there long before Krem was there at his side, nudging him with his elbow.

"No room for wallflowers here," he said with a grin, sneaking an arm around Cole's back and drawing him into the fold. Bull was grinning at the two of them, and there were multiple raised eyebrows from the rest of the Chargers.

"I'm not any kind of flower," Cole protested quietly, but he moved into the group and settled in close to Krem. People were looking at him, seeing him, and they didn't need them but they saw anyway. He ducked his head, letting his hat cut him off from view.

Krem ducked under the had as soon as that happened and he lowered his voice. He knew he didn't really have to whisper for Cole to understand, but it felt a little better this way.

"You know they're not judging you, right? They're just curious."

"Why would they judge me?" He didn't worry about judgement. He was just not used to any attention.

He didn't have the words for it, but if he had, he might have simply told Krem he was shy.

Rather than getting into another loop of trying to explain people, Krem just leaned back again, reaching for a tankard and taking a gulp before tentatively offering it, hoping for once that Cole might join in rather than sitting in the middle of the festivity looking lost. He wasn't good at shy people, or personal space (the latter even more so than usual). The rest of the Chargers had noted the change, and mentally they had their chins in their hands as they watched him. He was the youngest among them besides Skinner, and they seemed to feel like he was growing up in front of them.

Cole took the drink, unsure, and then took a tentative sip. It tasted bitter and crawled down the back of his teeth and he coughed, handing it back and pulling a face to a series of well-natured laughs.

He didn't hide at the laughs, just smiled a little. There was nothing nasty in the laughter.

Krem chuckled along with the rest of them, taking the ale back and wrapping his arm a little more securely around Cole's back, rubbing his hand over his arm. He was glad Cole had come, and he didn't have to say anything to show him that.

Later in the evening the Chargers started to talk amongst themselves, telling stories and trading gossip. Krem had leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together in front of his chin. He was talking about what he'd been doing before he ran into Bull after deserting Tevinter's army, in the middle of a story about some poor family that had taken him in for a few days after he'd offered to help around their property and fix their clothes.

"Finally had to leave when the father sent off a message to the capitol. Apparently he'd done a little bit of looking into my background. Thought he could bring in a fair amount of gold for turning me in. Joke's on him though, his daughter liked me enough to warn me. We cut holes in every one of the man's socks before I left."

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