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[ There are so many things that she wants to say.
When the rage ebbs, subsides, vanishes completely, Cecily finds herself faced with something else entirely: guilt. It courses through her just as strongly as the artificial anger had and has her pressing her back to her (their) door, a hand pressed tight to her mouth.
Holy Andraste, what happened to me? But she knows, has maybe known all along, though in the back of her mind; it's the usual suspects, it has to be. If not... well. It's much more terrifying to imagine she'd lash out like a selfish child at any little thing.
There are a dozen things that she wants to say, but she sends Cullen a brief message, praying it'll be enough. ]
Please come home. We need to talk.
When the rage ebbs, subsides, vanishes completely, Cecily finds herself faced with something else entirely: guilt. It courses through her just as strongly as the artificial anger had and has her pressing her back to her (their) door, a hand pressed tight to her mouth.
Holy Andraste, what happened to me? But she knows, has maybe known all along, though in the back of her mind; it's the usual suspects, it has to be. If not... well. It's much more terrifying to imagine she'd lash out like a selfish child at any little thing.
There are a dozen things that she wants to say, but she sends Cullen a brief message, praying it'll be enough. ]
Please come home. We need to talk.
[ he wakes up and the only anger he feels is a mild annoyance at pup for having drooled on the duvet. it's a nice change. until he remembers what it is he's done while (presumably) under the influence of a wakening god. the anger comes back then in the form of self-loathing.
what had he been thinking? snapping at dorian, picking a fight with cecily, snarling at everyone including the dog. maker, he'd been awful. he should've had more control. shouldn't have given in.
the feeling only grows when he gets cecily's message. he doesn't respond, just walks home with his mabari at his heels (he'll have to find him a treat or a nice stick to play with later) and a hangdog expression. cullen's quiet when he slips into the house and toes off his boots. and the first thing he does when he sees his wife?
he says, ] I'm sorry. I shouldn't have--well. [ he rubs the back of his neck. stares at his socks. there's a hole in the toe of one of them he should darn before too long. ]
what had he been thinking? snapping at dorian, picking a fight with cecily, snarling at everyone including the dog. maker, he'd been awful. he should've had more control. shouldn't have given in.
the feeling only grows when he gets cecily's message. he doesn't respond, just walks home with his mabari at his heels (he'll have to find him a treat or a nice stick to play with later) and a hangdog expression. cullen's quiet when he slips into the house and toes off his boots. and the first thing he does when he sees his wife?
he says, ] I'm sorry. I shouldn't have--well. [ he rubs the back of his neck. stares at his socks. there's a hole in the toe of one of them he should darn before too long. ]
Maker, Cullen- No.
[ She starts forward when he enters, heart pounding. She's relieved to see him, exasperated that he's the first to apologize, scared to pieces that he may decide to pack up for good (which is irrational, isn't it?). The rarely-flustered Inquisitor averts her gaze, face reddening with the shame of it all. For the things that she said. For the things that she thought, that he never heard, that she would make sure he never, ever heard. ]
I'm so... so sorry. [ At least it hadn't come to blows; as much as she'd like to tell herself that it would never happen, the image of the pair of them resorting to some kind of violence, stubborn and angry, is imaginable. ] I said- ... I was hateful, and petty, and I don't know what came over me.
[ Not to mention highly dramatic. I told him to let me be killed.
Finally, she looks back up, anxieties spilling out into the way she's set her jaw and into her searching eyes. ]
I can move into the spare room. [ Cecily says quietly. ] Just... stay here. With us.
[ Please. ]
[ She starts forward when he enters, heart pounding. She's relieved to see him, exasperated that he's the first to apologize, scared to pieces that he may decide to pack up for good (which is irrational, isn't it?). The rarely-flustered Inquisitor averts her gaze, face reddening with the shame of it all. For the things that she said. For the things that she thought, that he never heard, that she would make sure he never, ever heard. ]
I'm so... so sorry. [ At least it hadn't come to blows; as much as she'd like to tell herself that it would never happen, the image of the pair of them resorting to some kind of violence, stubborn and angry, is imaginable. ] I said- ... I was hateful, and petty, and I don't know what came over me.
[ Not to mention highly dramatic. I told him to let me be killed.
Finally, she looks back up, anxieties spilling out into the way she's set her jaw and into her searching eyes. ]
I can move into the spare room. [ Cecily says quietly. ] Just... stay here. With us.
[ Please. ]
[ he shakes his head, moving closer before she can get the word room out fully. gently, carefully, he cups her face in his hands. yesterday, he would not have been able to do this, so blinded was he by his anger. it frightens him. reminds him of his time in kirkwall and brings shame down to rest heavily on his shoulders. he has been trying so very hard to not be the kind of man who is ruled by his fear and rage, and he has slipped in a terrible way.
even so, cullen won't surrender this. ]
No, you don't--if anyone should be moving it should be me.
[ he swallows hard and searches her face. for what, he's not exactly sure. reassurance that she won't turn him out on his ear? that this hasn't ruined their new-not-yet marriage? ]
We were neither of us in our right minds. You have nothing to be sorry for. And I--I would rather we stay together, if you will still have me.
even so, cullen won't surrender this. ]
No, you don't--if anyone should be moving it should be me.
[ he swallows hard and searches her face. for what, he's not exactly sure. reassurance that she won't turn him out on his ear? that this hasn't ruined their new-not-yet marriage? ]
We were neither of us in our right minds. You have nothing to be sorry for. And I--I would rather we stay together, if you will still have me.
[ She isn't about to let herself off the hook, but even so, it's a relief and a blessing to have him move in so quickly, to reach out, to reassure. There's still a breathless, disbelieving laugh at what he says at first; as if this could be at all his fault when all he'd done, really, was look out for her safety.
It isn't something she should allow herself, but Cecily gently tugs free from his hands to lean in and press her lips to his, lingering there for a moment before withdrawing and taking something from her pocket. When she raises her hand to show him, it's the coin he gave her, for luck, sitting in her palm. ]
I arrived with it. [ She says softly. ] And... I know - I've known this whole time - that you've just been trying to keep me from doing something stupid, or dangerous. Or both. I've never been very good at taking good advice.
[ Cecily looks up again after turning the coin over, carefully monitoring his expression, his reaction. ]
I would rather us stay together, too. [ She finishes. ] And for more than just your stopping me from being a bloody idiot.
[ The Inquisitor isn't very good with sentiment, but in this instance, it needs to be said. ]
I love you. And I'll make this right.
It isn't something she should allow herself, but Cecily gently tugs free from his hands to lean in and press her lips to his, lingering there for a moment before withdrawing and taking something from her pocket. When she raises her hand to show him, it's the coin he gave her, for luck, sitting in her palm. ]
I arrived with it. [ She says softly. ] And... I know - I've known this whole time - that you've just been trying to keep me from doing something stupid, or dangerous. Or both. I've never been very good at taking good advice.
[ Cecily looks up again after turning the coin over, carefully monitoring his expression, his reaction. ]
I would rather us stay together, too. [ She finishes. ] And for more than just your stopping me from being a bloody idiot.
[ The Inquisitor isn't very good with sentiment, but in this instance, it needs to be said. ]
I love you. And I'll make this right.
[ he smiles, a little wry and a lot soft, then leans in to press a kiss to her forehead. ]
I love you too, and you don't need to do anything. I forgive you.
[ reaching down, he curls his fingers over the hand holding branson's coin. it's a little silly, maybe, but the fact that cecily still has it with her is reassuring. and it warms his heart. ]
One thing I did say when we... when we fought was at least partially true--I don't mind you going out on your own. I would prefer it if you took someone else, if not me, but I know how good you are with that bow of yours. I don't want you to think that I doubt you, doubt your skill or your leadership.
[ because he doesn't. he's in awe of it most of the time, if he's honest. cullen could sit and watch her shoot things for quite a while, and not just because she has very nice shoulders. ]
I love you too, and you don't need to do anything. I forgive you.
[ reaching down, he curls his fingers over the hand holding branson's coin. it's a little silly, maybe, but the fact that cecily still has it with her is reassuring. and it warms his heart. ]
One thing I did say when we... when we fought was at least partially true--I don't mind you going out on your own. I would prefer it if you took someone else, if not me, but I know how good you are with that bow of yours. I don't want you to think that I doubt you, doubt your skill or your leadership.
[ because he doesn't. he's in awe of it most of the time, if he's honest. cullen could sit and watch her shoot things for quite a while, and not just because she has very nice shoulders. ]
[ Oh, now they're just being sappy. She wrinkles her nose, but it's undermined by a sheepish grin that appears. ]
Don't go building me up now that I've been an ass. [ Cecily jabs him playfully in the chest, narrowing her eyes, smile still present, and playful. ] I can admit it when I'm wrong, dammit, no matter what people say.
[ ... But it means a lot, and he knows, which is likely why he said that. She'd never thought much of herself as a leader, but having his support as a partner and just as a person both means the world.
Cecily unfurls her hand and gently replaces the coin, back to safety. ]
People who're meant to be initiates aren't supposed to be off training with bows. [ She adds ruefully, clearing thinking of her time pre-Conclave. ] Aren't supposed to do much, really.
[ And they've got stricter vows, mister chastity optional. ]
Don't go building me up now that I've been an ass. [ Cecily jabs him playfully in the chest, narrowing her eyes, smile still present, and playful. ] I can admit it when I'm wrong, dammit, no matter what people say.
[ ... But it means a lot, and he knows, which is likely why he said that. She'd never thought much of herself as a leader, but having his support as a partner and just as a person both means the world.
Cecily unfurls her hand and gently replaces the coin, back to safety. ]
People who're meant to be initiates aren't supposed to be off training with bows. [ She adds ruefully, clearing thinking of her time pre-Conclave. ] Aren't supposed to do much, really.
[ And they've got stricter vows, mister chastity optional. ]
[ her words coax a smile from him, and cullen settles his hands on her waist, not quite holding her but close enough. ]
You were wasted on the Chantry.
[ and part of him is very glad that she was either too noble or too sneaky to have ended up recruited as a templar hunter. she would have been wasted there as well, but in a completely different way. ]
Though I can't say I'm not grateful to it for bringing you to me.
[ you know what, if they're gonna be sappy, he's just going to go all in. he had been bracing for the worst earlier, and now they've both resolved to stick together. that's more than a little relieving and deserves some sappiness. ]
You were wasted on the Chantry.
[ and part of him is very glad that she was either too noble or too sneaky to have ended up recruited as a templar hunter. she would have been wasted there as well, but in a completely different way. ]
Though I can't say I'm not grateful to it for bringing you to me.
[ you know what, if they're gonna be sappy, he's just going to go all in. he had been bracing for the worst earlier, and now they've both resolved to stick together. that's more than a little relieving and deserves some sappiness. ]
Edited (wait rewording) 2016-01-07 02:12 (UTC)
Would have been. [ She corrects, because she's proud of her having dodged the actual, official process for as long as she had. It had helped that there had been arguments of just marrying her off, instead, and that dissent had give her time.
Cecily hums contentedly, raising her arms to wrap around his neck. ]
Yes, I'm so lucky to have been volunteered as a representative to the Conclave. [ She wrinkles her nose, still smiling, but there's a lot of complication behind the statement. Of course she's grateful, forever grateful to have been brought into the fold of the Inquisition, to have met the people she had, to finally find a place in the world that she didn't completely abhor. Still, there's the issue of the explosion that was meant to have killed her along with everyone else, the damage that trailed along after the anchor, and, least of all, her being unused to a position of leadership where people were, for some reason, looking up to her. ]
Cecily hums contentedly, raising her arms to wrap around his neck. ]
Yes, I'm so lucky to have been volunteered as a representative to the Conclave. [ She wrinkles her nose, still smiling, but there's a lot of complication behind the statement. Of course she's grateful, forever grateful to have been brought into the fold of the Inquisition, to have met the people she had, to finally find a place in the world that she didn't completely abhor. Still, there's the issue of the explosion that was meant to have killed her along with everyone else, the damage that trailed along after the anchor, and, least of all, her being unused to a position of leadership where people were, for some reason, looking up to her. ]
[ cullen lets the sarcasm pass by without comment. right now isn't the time for him to try and convince her of that everything had been worth it, in the end. no, that could just end up in another argument and that's... that's something he'd like to avoid for a while. sleeping on his own has been more difficult than he remembers.
instead of replying, he leans down and kisses her softly, slowly. partially as a distraction and partially because he just likes kissing her. a lot. and he's missed it. so much so that he's apparently forgotten both the dog that has tottered off somewhere and the fact that they live with dorian and thom, either of whom could hypothetically wander in and interrupt what should be a private moment. ]
instead of replying, he leans down and kisses her softly, slowly. partially as a distraction and partially because he just likes kissing her. a lot. and he's missed it. so much so that he's apparently forgotten both the dog that has tottered off somewhere and the fact that they live with dorian and thom, either of whom could hypothetically wander in and interrupt what should be a private moment. ]
[ Oh, she knows. She has a hard time with sincerity as far as sentiment goes, but she would admit (and mean it) that everything had worked out fine once they'd stopped Corypheus. She isn't about to argue it and can't even tease him much more, not when he leans down and presses his lips to hers. Cecily hums happily against them, leaning into the kiss, overwhelmingly glad to have him back. She doesn't care a whit that the others could wander in and observe; it's only a kiss, dammit, and she refuses to acknowledge any embarrassment, though there isn't any to be found, at present.
The kiss is languid, almost painfully so, and she has to wonder if he's doing it on purpose. After going a while without the contact, she admits a needy, almost frustrated nose, snaking a hand around his neck to keep him close. She won't rush it because it's good, but it's hard not to tug him downward with a more demanding gesture.
Eh. She likes kissing him, too. A lot. ]
The kiss is languid, almost painfully so, and she has to wonder if he's doing it on purpose. After going a while without the contact, she admits a needy, almost frustrated nose, snaking a hand around his neck to keep him close. She won't rush it because it's good, but it's hard not to tug him downward with a more demanding gesture.
Eh. She likes kissing him, too. A lot. ]
[ it is on purpose, but probably not for the reason she's thinking. he does it not to annoy her or anything similar, but because when things are like this--unhurried, relaxed almost--he feels like he could get lost in the slide of her mouth on his. cullen could very happy waste a morning (or an afternoon, or a day) doing nothing but holding cecily close and kissing her. or at least wasting as much time as she'd let him get away with before she got frustrated and upped the ante.
he can't help but laugh a little at the noise she makes and the way she holds onto him. ] So impatient... [ he murmurs, teasing.
cullen pulls her closer til they're pressed together from shoulders to hips, and nips at her lower lip. he lets his thumbs slide under the hem of her shirt and leans in to kiss her again and--
the dog barks. ]
Oh, for-- [ he glares over cecily's shoulder at pup who is sitting a few feet away with his favorite stick at his feet. ] Really?
he can't help but laugh a little at the noise she makes and the way she holds onto him. ] So impatient... [ he murmurs, teasing.
cullen pulls her closer til they're pressed together from shoulders to hips, and nips at her lower lip. he lets his thumbs slide under the hem of her shirt and leans in to kiss her again and--
the dog barks. ]
Oh, for-- [ he glares over cecily's shoulder at pup who is sitting a few feet away with his favorite stick at his feet. ] Really?
[ Varric said he would name their story This Shit is Weird: The Inquisitor Trevelyan Story, but a more apt title would be The Absolute Unluckiest Person in Thedas: The Inquisitor Trevelyan Story. Maybe she'd been thinking of the desk episode, about trying to maneuver them to their bedroom without breaking contact or getting injured, but that's all snapped from her mind with the bark. It somehow manages to surprise her and she jumps a little, fingers curling tight into the front of his clothes, swearing under her breath before turning around.
So much for that. But she wilts a little; though Cecily would usually be happy to ignore the creature and drag its master off elsewhere with a closed door between them, today... is somehow different. She hesitates, watching Pup as his tongue lolls happily from his mouth, taking in the discernible vibration of happiness at having not one, but two people (!!) with which to play. ]
... Oh, damn it. [ She releases Cullen with a long-suffered sigh, allowing a little distance between them, at least for now. Maybe he'll get bored and she can pick up again where they'd left off!
(The odds aren't with her, though). ]
All right, all right, you massive infant. [ The Inquisitor raises her eyebrows at the mabari, and then: ]
You. Later. [ Cecily says, almost as a warning, turning back to the commander with her eyebrows arched and a finger jabbed into his chest. ]
So much for that. But she wilts a little; though Cecily would usually be happy to ignore the creature and drag its master off elsewhere with a closed door between them, today... is somehow different. She hesitates, watching Pup as his tongue lolls happily from his mouth, taking in the discernible vibration of happiness at having not one, but two people (!!) with which to play. ]
... Oh, damn it. [ She releases Cullen with a long-suffered sigh, allowing a little distance between them, at least for now. Maybe he'll get bored and she can pick up again where they'd left off!
(The odds aren't with her, though). ]
All right, all right, you massive infant. [ The Inquisitor raises her eyebrows at the mabari, and then: ]
You. Later. [ Cecily says, almost as a warning, turning back to the commander with her eyebrows arched and a finger jabbed into his chest. ]
[ cecily may be incredibly annoyed by this turn of events (and, honestly, cullen is a little annoyed too) but her not-husband is smiling. grinning, actually. a wide one that makes his cheeks ache and takes a few years off his face.
why? well, he's just realized that his wife not only deals with being interrupted by a mabari well, but her first reaction is not to shoo pup away but indulge the dog. be still his massively fereldan heart. he's married the most incredible woman in the world. ]
We will definitely be picking this up later.
[ because he needs to show his appreciation and love for his beautiful, wonderful not-wife. ]
why? well, he's just realized that his wife not only deals with being interrupted by a mabari well, but her first reaction is not to shoo pup away but indulge the dog. be still his massively fereldan heart. he's married the most incredible woman in the world. ]
We will definitely be picking this up later.
[ because he needs to show his appreciation and love for his beautiful, wonderful not-wife. ]
[ That grin manages to surprise her and she looks up at him with some suspicion, but doesn't bother to mask an amused smile of her own. ]
Something funny? [ She teases lightly, almost knowingly, but doesn't needle him over it. Instead, she crouches down to pick up the (wet, slimy) stick and stands, with Pup doing small laps around them in his enthusiasm. ]
Well, out we go. [ Cecily playfully hip checks Cullen as she passes by, stepping out the door with the dog at her heels. If she's going to be step parent (??) to a mabari, she might as well do it right. They didn't have intelligent, loyal hounds that imprinted on you in Ostwick and he's sweet enough to mollify her having lost out on some quality intimate moments.
Alas, here she is, tossing the stick into the distance and watching an enormous dog bound off after it. ]
Something funny? [ She teases lightly, almost knowingly, but doesn't needle him over it. Instead, she crouches down to pick up the (wet, slimy) stick and stands, with Pup doing small laps around them in his enthusiasm. ]
Well, out we go. [ Cecily playfully hip checks Cullen as she passes by, stepping out the door with the dog at her heels. If she's going to be step parent (??) to a mabari, she might as well do it right. They didn't have intelligent, loyal hounds that imprinted on you in Ostwick and he's sweet enough to mollify her having lost out on some quality intimate moments.
Alas, here she is, tossing the stick into the distance and watching an enormous dog bound off after it. ]
Cullen-- [ He knows her well and will be able to tell from one word that there's something eating away at her, despite the good-feelings fireflies that have lit up their cavernous home recently. ] I can't reach Dorian, I haven't seen him anywhere, and I think...
[ He knows. Dorian's gone the way of Rainier. Her stomach twists and she ends up only leaving a message, not calling again, all too ready for a glass of wine in honor of both of their lost friends and housemates.
It's far too empty without them. ]
[ He knows. Dorian's gone the way of Rainier. Her stomach twists and she ends up only leaving a message, not calling again, all too ready for a glass of wine in honor of both of their lost friends and housemates.
It's far too empty without them. ]
[ cullen shoots her a quick text message in reply (Pup and I will sniff him out.) followed by one of chris and emily's emojis. (♥)
they're out for maybe an hour, and when they come home it's with heavy hearts. no sign of dorian. no scent trail to follow, not even to the door. it's like he just disappeared out of thin air.
cullen's quiet as they make their way through the house. he spots cecily and her wine, holds up one finger to tell her he'll just be a minute, then leads his mabari to dorian's room. he opens the mage's door and lets the dog jump on his bed. pup circles once, twice, and lays down with a soft whine. cullen leaves him to it, then returns to his wife. ]
Nothing. He's gone, just like Rainier. [ and sera, and neria, and hawke. he prays they've gone back home and not somewhere worse. ]
they're out for maybe an hour, and when they come home it's with heavy hearts. no sign of dorian. no scent trail to follow, not even to the door. it's like he just disappeared out of thin air.
cullen's quiet as they make their way through the house. he spots cecily and her wine, holds up one finger to tell her he'll just be a minute, then leads his mabari to dorian's room. he opens the mage's door and lets the dog jump on his bed. pup circles once, twice, and lays down with a soft whine. cullen leaves him to it, then returns to his wife. ]
Nothing. He's gone, just like Rainier. [ and sera, and neria, and hawke. he prays they've gone back home and not somewhere worse. ]
[ She hadn't realized, not even two days ago when one of the mage's friends expressed concerns. Dorian spends time away from their home just as the rest of them do and she didn't allow herself to believe otherwise. ... Until today, that is, when she'd woken to a feeling of sickness likely brought on by the stress she'd been ignoring and had finally conceded to being concerned.
Cullen returns and she isn't on her first glass and she already knows. ]
Gone. [ She repeats, and they have less people from Thedas in Hadriel now than they ever have. Less nearby than she's had since the explosion at the Conclave that began everything. She looks back at him and stands, swiftly crossing the room and drawing him close for an embrace that lasts for over a minute of measured silence. ]
If you go, I'll never forgive you. [ The Inquisitor mutters, trying to fake anger and only coming up with an expression of deep-set exhaustion. She pulls back, returns to her seat, then considers the glass of wine, tracing her index finger along the rim. ]
Do you know that Cole doesn't know who I am? [ She asks suddenly, not looking over toward him. ] Did he tell you that?
Cullen returns and she isn't on her first glass and she already knows. ]
Gone. [ She repeats, and they have less people from Thedas in Hadriel now than they ever have. Less nearby than she's had since the explosion at the Conclave that began everything. She looks back at him and stands, swiftly crossing the room and drawing him close for an embrace that lasts for over a minute of measured silence. ]
If you go, I'll never forgive you. [ The Inquisitor mutters, trying to fake anger and only coming up with an expression of deep-set exhaustion. She pulls back, returns to her seat, then considers the glass of wine, tracing her index finger along the rim. ]
Do you know that Cole doesn't know who I am? [ She asks suddenly, not looking over toward him. ] Did he tell you that?
[ 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 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 falls into place and she thumbs absent-mindedly at the hair at the nape of his neck, tips of her fingers brushing through the curls. ]
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. ]
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. ]
[ 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. ]
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.
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. ]
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. ]
[ Arya has been pacing along the path outside Cullen's house for a long while now. It could be hours. She isn't sure. Arya doesn't know what to make of those dreams, but she figures she probably ruined Cullen's night. Multiple times. So for once, she decides to apologize.
Arya knocks tentatively on the door. ]
Hello?
[ She tries to make her voice as clear as possible, but there's still some uncertainty there. ]
Arya knocks tentatively on the door. ]
Hello?
[ She tries to make her voice as clear as possible, but there's still some uncertainty there. ]
[ from inside the house there comes the sound of excited barking. it moves closer and closer to the door until cullen opens it and then--pup, the giant friendly dog squeezes his way between his master's legs and hops in circles around arya.
cullen shakes his head and plants his hands on his hips. ] Pup! Heel. Let her at least say hello before you demand attention. [ and ear scritches.
with a quiet sigh, he opens the door enough for the dog to bound back inside, then gives arya a curious look. her dreams didn't ruin his night at all, but he is a little worried about her after seeing hers. ]
My apologies. He's a bit excitable. Would you like to come in?
cullen shakes his head and plants his hands on his hips. ] Pup! Heel. Let her at least say hello before you demand attention. [ and ear scritches.
with a quiet sigh, he opens the door enough for the dog to bound back inside, then gives arya a curious look. her dreams didn't ruin his night at all, but he is a little worried about her after seeing hers. ]
My apologies. He's a bit excitable. Would you like to come in?
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