Alistair's had a lot of thoughts circling around his mind -- not all of them pleasant -- since they made camp, and a few more joined in once they started walking.
This? This is the best way possible to make all of them shut up.
Everything fuzzes out, like a mirror fogging up under hot breath. As in all things, Cullen's very diligent in this work; Alistair digs in the hand at Cullen's shoulder to steady himself, gasping. Sometimes it forms into words: Cullen, and please, and yes. A few curses slip in.
The world's small again, focused on the point where they meet. He doesn't have to think about anything else.
And he does indeed have to brace himself on the nearest tree trunk when it's over, laughing weakly, lest his knees give out entirely.
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This? This is the best way possible to make all of them shut up.
Everything fuzzes out, like a mirror fogging up under hot breath. As in all things, Cullen's very diligent in this work; Alistair digs in the hand at Cullen's shoulder to steady himself, gasping. Sometimes it forms into words: Cullen, and please, and yes. A few curses slip in.
The world's small again, focused on the point where they meet. He doesn't have to think about anything else.
And he does indeed have to brace himself on the nearest tree trunk when it's over, laughing weakly, lest his knees give out entirely.