"Well, I was going back to my tent to take a break." Mostly to resupply, but a break would be good too - he had been working since around the crack of dawn and hadn't quite managed to take the time off until now. "You're free to join me, if you wish."
He gestures in the direction of his tent as he says that, giving Gavin an inquiring look. Either way, Bruce was going back to his tent, and he didn't particularly mind Gavin's company.
"Sure," Gavin said easily, offering Bruce a grin that was perhaps a little
wicked, but he was only teasing.
"I'm going to have to catch you up on all my adventures. Did I mention how
many undead there are? Because there are a lot of undead. And really
terrible alcohol. You're missing out on all the fun!"
Since it was his own tent they were returning to Bruce led the way for once, Gavin trailing behind as the elf excitedly babbled about his experiences in the Fallow Mire thus far.
"I'm pretty sure my brand of fun is very different from yours," he replies with a fair bit of amusement, glancing over to the elf. "As a surgeon, I'm pretty sure that automatically qualifies me very much against undead in general."
"I was setting them on fire," Gavin pointed out, "We weren't having a
party. Though I admit that would be interesting. After spending two days on
a roof with them trying to join me, though, I think you could say that I am
'very much against the undead in general' as well. Though there was this
one time--" He proceeded to tell Bruce about how he had once managed to
lodge a flaming arrow in one of the undead's skull without actually
destroying it, so it had wandered around for a while in circles, the arrow
like a torch from its head, and how the other undead had then started to
follow it around for a while, like a conga line.
"At least it gave me a distraction to slip down and retrieve some of my
arrows in the meantime," He was saying as they reached Bruce's tent. "But
I'm actually completely okay with being here, for a little while. Not for
long, though - I'm going to have to head back to the Mire tomorrow."
Just like always Bruce listened to Gavin's story in its entirety, humming at several moments to show that he was still listening as the two of them slowly made their way over to their destination that was Bruce's tent. Once they were there Bruce pushed back the flap, about to enter, where then Gavin finished up and his last words got Bruce's attention.
"With the supply caravan?" he asked, out of curiosity more than anything else. He knew that it was going to depart soon, although he didn't know it would be that soon.
Gavin nodded. "We had to push the date up. It's so damp there that the
supplies are turning bad faster than they would otherwise, and after so
many maggots and weevils, any sort of fresh rations will be welcomed
whole-heartedly. It's pretty miserable down there, I'm not going to lie.
Anything to keep people's spirits up is a blessing."
Ah, well. That explained it then. When said as such Bruce could understand, although that meant that he had less time here than he thought. While he could possibly make the trip himself, he knew it would only being forth questions considering his position here, and he would rather not risk suspicion. Guess he was going to have to arrange things sooner than he had expected.
"I wish the best for you and them, in that case." He stepped into his tent and let Gavin enter after him, dropping the flap back down. As always Bruce's tent was a simple affair, with only the bare necessities and little else save for a table where he kept his excess supplies and potion brewing/poultice making kit.
Gavin slipped off his shoes before coming in - half because he didn't want
to track mud in and half because he preferred being in bare feet anyway.
"Ah, we'll be alright," Gavin said as he slipped in, looking as if he
completely beloned there, and flopping down onto Bruce's bed roll without
so much as a second thought. "Well you've got a nice comfy space, at least."
Bruce didn't mind so much about Gavin making himself comfortable, although there was a momentary blink of surprise from him. Bruce quickly let it slide though, moving to place is usual bag of supplies down onto the table and began to rummage through it.
"It's nothing special," he assured Gavin as he started to pull out the items from his bag one by one - used potion bottles, containers of poultice and other such items he usually carried around with him. "You have your own tent as well, don't you?"
"Ah - not exactly, no," Gavin admitted, leaning back to trace the edges of
the roof of the tent with his eyes. "I mean - I had one assigned, back at
Haven, but I ah - these days I mostly just sort of... sleep wherever I find
myself," he admitted sheepishly. "Everything was so hectic, and I didn't
want to be a bother...." He turned his head to look at Bruce, and take in
the rest of his furnishings. "At least now I know what to bring back for
you while I'm away. Not in the Mire, obviously, but next time we're sent
somewhere that isn't a pit. You could use a bit of colour in here."
Ah--well. Bruce frowned a little, feeling just somewhat troubled by that response. Space was probably hard to get, what with most of Skyhold still under repairs, but considering how long Gavin had already been here it was... well, odd.
"You don't have to - I don't really come here much except when I'm restocking and sleeping." He glanced at Gavin after that, giving him an inquiring look. "Once you're properly back from the Mire you should go and get a proper place for yourself. It doesn't do you any good to sleep in just any random corner around here."
"Oh, I don't know, I get a little restless if I have to be in the same
place every night," Gavin said with a shrug. "And I'm not used to sleeping
by myself, but you know how things are with the clan, so." He'd already
gone into that - no need to go into it again.
"Something to help with sleep, then. Maybe just a nicer blanket," He
murmured half to himself as he picked some lint from the one he was lying
on. "Though then I would be tempted to steal it."
Bruce nodded to show that he had heard Gavin, and in his own way understood. He wasn't going to push - Gavin had his reasons and Bruce would respect that.
"I'm sure a blanket wouldn't be too hard to acquire." Bruce murmured back in turn. "I can always ask for you, if you want it."
"I meant for you," Gavin teased lowly, offering a smile. "I never had
trouble finding a blanket to share if I want it, don't you worry about
that. But this?" He plucked at the blanket again, pulling a piece of lint
free. "This looks like you've had it for years."
Oh--that's what he meant. Bruce gave a sheepish look at his own mistake, then glanced at the blanket that Gavin was toying with.
"Only for a few months. I got it at the Crossroads right before I joined the Inquisition." He had gotten it at first for something else entirely - protecting his containers, he supposed - but then Haven happened and, well. Since it worked well enough for him, he might as well keep on using it. Other people needed the better blankets more than him anyway.
"What have you been doing in it?" Gavin asked, arcing an eyebrow,
before adding, completely teasing him: "Or should I be asking who
have you been doing in it?"
If Gavin wasn't going to push it further then it was just fine with Bruce - that conversation, he figured, wasn't probably going to go anywhere.
At the question, however, he blinked, looking quite surprised. "Nothing that stands out. Something dull would be nice, but that's about it." Bruce was hardly going to be picky about something such as colors.
Gavin raised an eyebrow. "Something dull?" He repeated, a little
incredulously, more confused about Bruce's surprise than about the actual
choice. "Alright, but something dull in what hue? Blue? Green? It
seems like most of everything in the inquisition is some sort of dull
green... Olive..."
All that he really did in return was to shrug. "I'm not picky about that - as long as it's not ostentatious, I'm alright." Really Bruce didn't have much of a preference about it. He had other things to be concerned about beyond color choices.
"What?" Bruce was surprised, again, and once more that showed on his face. The man blinked for a moment before the surprise passed by enough for him to answer. "No, of course not. Why would you think that?"
He was truly, genuinely confused. Why did Gavin think he had offended Bruce? The elf certainly hadn't done anything at all that would warrant that, to his knowledge.
Gavin looked a little embarrassed and raised a hand to run through his
hair, glancing away. Great, now he felt like an idiot. "Ah - never mind."
How could he possibly say 'usually people actually like the idea of
presents' or 'why don't you have a favourite colour' or 'you don't deserve
something dull'? None of those things were things he could say outloud. So
instead his ears turned a little red.
"It was just a feeling. Sorry. I tend to upset people a lot without knowing
it, so it makes me a bit paranoid."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
"Ah, that's a shame," He replied with a grin. "I was going to come bug you and drag you away from work for a few minutes, but I see I'm too late."
no subject
He gestures in the direction of his tent as he says that, giving Gavin an inquiring look. Either way, Bruce was going back to his tent, and he didn't particularly mind Gavin's company.
no subject
"Sure," Gavin said easily, offering Bruce a grin that was perhaps a little wicked, but he was only teasing.
"I'm going to have to catch you up on all my adventures. Did I mention how many undead there are? Because there are a lot of undead. And really terrible alcohol. You're missing out on all the fun!"
no subject
"I'm pretty sure my brand of fun is very different from yours," he replies with a fair bit of amusement, glancing over to the elf. "As a surgeon, I'm pretty sure that automatically qualifies me very much against undead in general."
no subject
"I was setting them on fire," Gavin pointed out, "We weren't having a party. Though I admit that would be interesting. After spending two days on a roof with them trying to join me, though, I think you could say that I am 'very much against the undead in general' as well. Though there was this one time--" He proceeded to tell Bruce about how he had once managed to lodge a flaming arrow in one of the undead's skull without actually destroying it, so it had wandered around for a while in circles, the arrow like a torch from its head, and how the other undead had then started to follow it around for a while, like a conga line.
"At least it gave me a distraction to slip down and retrieve some of my arrows in the meantime," He was saying as they reached Bruce's tent. "But I'm actually completely okay with being here, for a little while. Not for long, though - I'm going to have to head back to the Mire tomorrow."
no subject
"With the supply caravan?" he asked, out of curiosity more than anything else. He knew that it was going to depart soon, although he didn't know it would be that soon.
no subject
Gavin nodded. "We had to push the date up. It's so damp there that the supplies are turning bad faster than they would otherwise, and after so many maggots and weevils, any sort of fresh rations will be welcomed whole-heartedly. It's pretty miserable down there, I'm not going to lie. Anything to keep people's spirits up is a blessing."
no subject
"I wish the best for you and them, in that case." He stepped into his tent and let Gavin enter after him, dropping the flap back down. As always Bruce's tent was a simple affair, with only the bare necessities and little else save for a table where he kept his excess supplies and potion brewing/poultice making kit.
no subject
Gavin slipped off his shoes before coming in - half because he didn't want to track mud in and half because he preferred being in bare feet anyway.
"Ah, we'll be alright," Gavin said as he slipped in, looking as if he completely beloned there, and flopping down onto Bruce's bed roll without so much as a second thought. "Well you've got a nice comfy space, at least."
no subject
"It's nothing special," he assured Gavin as he started to pull out the items from his bag one by one - used potion bottles, containers of poultice and other such items he usually carried around with him. "You have your own tent as well, don't you?"
no subject
"Ah - not exactly, no," Gavin admitted, leaning back to trace the edges of the roof of the tent with his eyes. "I mean - I had one assigned, back at Haven, but I ah - these days I mostly just sort of... sleep wherever I find myself," he admitted sheepishly. "Everything was so hectic, and I didn't want to be a bother...." He turned his head to look at Bruce, and take in the rest of his furnishings. "At least now I know what to bring back for you while I'm away. Not in the Mire, obviously, but next time we're sent somewhere that isn't a pit. You could use a bit of colour in here."
no subject
"You don't have to - I don't really come here much except when I'm restocking and sleeping." He glanced at Gavin after that, giving him an inquiring look. "Once you're properly back from the Mire you should go and get a proper place for yourself. It doesn't do you any good to sleep in just any random corner around here."
no subject
"Oh, I don't know, I get a little restless if I have to be in the same place every night," Gavin said with a shrug. "And I'm not used to sleeping by myself, but you know how things are with the clan, so." He'd already gone into that - no need to go into it again.
"Something to help with sleep, then. Maybe just a nicer blanket," He murmured half to himself as he picked some lint from the one he was lying on. "Though then I would be tempted to steal it."
no subject
"I'm sure a blanket wouldn't be too hard to acquire." Bruce murmured back in turn. "I can always ask for you, if you want it."
no subject
"I meant for you," Gavin teased lowly, offering a smile. "I never had trouble finding a blanket to share if I want it, don't you worry about that. But this?" He plucked at the blanket again, pulling a piece of lint free. "This looks like you've had it for years."
And loved it roughly.
no subject
"Only for a few months. I got it at the Crossroads right before I joined the Inquisition." He had gotten it at first for something else entirely - protecting his containers, he supposed - but then Haven happened and, well. Since it worked well enough for him, he might as well keep on using it. Other people needed the better blankets more than him anyway.
no subject
"What have you been doing in it?" Gavin asked, arcing an eyebrow, before adding, completely teasing him: "Or should I be asking who have you been doing in it?"
no subject
But still, if it wasn't obvious enough: "I used it to hold my supplies on the trip to Skyhold. Some of them needed to be kept as warm as it could be."
no subject
The look only inspired a wider grin, though he didn't push it further.
"Well then it's meant for supplies and not for you," he decided, sitting up and swinging his feet onto the floor. "What colour do you like?"
no subject
At the question, however, he blinked, looking quite surprised. "Nothing that stands out. Something dull would be nice, but that's about it." Bruce was hardly going to be picky about something such as colors.
no subject
Gavin raised an eyebrow. "Something dull?" He repeated, a little incredulously, more confused about Bruce's surprise than about the actual choice. "Alright, but something dull in what hue? Blue? Green? It seems like most of everything in the inquisition is some sort of dull green... Olive..."
no subject
no subject
Gavin tilted his head, one ear twitching slightly, the curiosity evident. Finally he frowned slightly.
"Alright," He said carefully after a moment. "Have I upset you, Bruce? I didn't intend - if I gave offence--"
no subject
He was truly, genuinely confused. Why did Gavin think he had offended Bruce? The elf certainly hadn't done anything at all that would warrant that, to his knowledge.
no subject
Gavin looked a little embarrassed and raised a hand to run through his hair, glancing away. Great, now he felt like an idiot. "Ah - never mind." How could he possibly say 'usually people actually like the idea of presents' or 'why don't you have a favourite colour' or 'you don't deserve something dull'? None of those things were things he could say outloud. So instead his ears turned a little red.
"It was just a feeling. Sorry. I tend to upset people a lot without knowing it, so it makes me a bit paranoid."
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)