[ the embrace is a welcome comfort. it's something cullen probably wouldn't seek out himself, but--it helps. dorian was--is a dear friend, and his disappearance has cullen worried.
he kisses cecily on the forehead as she pulls back, then takes a seat. not on an actual chair like a normal person, but on the floor in front of her, back resting against her legs and head tipped back on her knees. ] The same goes for you, you know. [ he shudders to think of what life here would be like without her by his side.
or, now that she's mentioned it, life back home. ]
No, he didn't. That's... very strange. [ to say the least. ]
[ he thinks it over for a moment, frowning as he does. ]
Maybe the Door did something to his memories. We already know it can steal them from us.
[ which, really, is kind of awful and something he's been trying not to think much about. but it's the only thing he can come up with that would explain this new brand of cole weirdness. ]
... That's true. [ She lays a hand on his shoulder, tracing the lines of his neck with the side of her thumb. She wants to argue, feels the need, because... what if it isn't Cole's memories that are wrong? What if it's theirs and everything she knows and remembers isn't the truth at all? Or, perhaps more disturbingly, what if both are true?
Cecily puffs out her cheeks in a long, drawn-out exhale. ]
I hope you're right, anyhow. [ The Inquisitor sighs. ] And I hope... the others are safe and happy to whatever time in Thedas they've gone back to.
[ he takes her hand in his so he can press a kiss to her palm. ]
As do I.
[ there's not much else he can say. so cullen lets go of her hand and closes his eyes so she can go back to petting him. it would be slightly difficult to get out of him, but he rather likes having his hair stroked. ]
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he kisses cecily on the forehead as she pulls back, then takes a seat. not on an actual chair like a normal person, but on the floor in front of her, back resting against her legs and head tipped back on her knees. ] The same goes for you, you know. [ he shudders to think of what life here would be like without her by his side.
or, now that she's mentioned it, life back home. ]
No, he didn't. That's... very strange. [ to say the least. ]
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It is. He said the Inquisitor was an elf, and... well, Cole isn't known for his joking or teasing. He was serious. As if we'd never met.
[ And more. "Cullen loved her." Her heart rushes in her chest, though, and she doesn't mention that part of it. She can't, not... not at the moment. ]
I'm not sure what to think. [ She finishes, at a mutter. ]
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Maybe the Door did something to his memories. We already know it can steal them from us.
[ which, really, is kind of awful and something he's been trying not to think much about. but it's the only thing he can come up with that would explain this new brand of cole weirdness. ]
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Cecily puffs out her cheeks in a long, drawn-out exhale. ]
I hope you're right, anyhow. [ The Inquisitor sighs. ] And I hope... the others are safe and happy to whatever time in Thedas they've gone back to.
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As do I.
[ there's not much else he can say. so cullen lets go of her hand and closes his eyes so she can go back to petting him. it would be slightly difficult to get out of him, but he rather likes having his hair stroked. ]