Cullen (
howtoactfereldan) wrote2017-01-14 09:30 pm
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Cullen is fine in the field. He can set up a tent, build a fire, find water safe to drink, make something edible. But he hasn't traveled enough to get the knack of what's wise to bring.
These days it makes little difference, given his status: he helps to set up camp, but there are runners and adjutants to find and fetch things. And there are few enough of them, this time -- not the massed force of the Inquisition, but a patrol's worth of soldiers and scouts and accompanying support -- that in the evenings, Cullen finds himself... restless.
It's akin to the reason he doesn't frequent the Herald's Rest, but there's no office to hide in, and no paperwork to justify staying in the tent.
At least tomorrow he and Alistair will peel off to where Honnleath used to be, to spend the night and rejoin the rest again late the following day.
(This may also contribute to his fidgeting.)
These days it makes little difference, given his status: he helps to set up camp, but there are runners and adjutants to find and fetch things. And there are few enough of them, this time -- not the massed force of the Inquisition, but a patrol's worth of soldiers and scouts and accompanying support -- that in the evenings, Cullen finds himself... restless.
It's akin to the reason he doesn't frequent the Herald's Rest, but there's no office to hide in, and no paperwork to justify staying in the tent.
At least tomorrow he and Alistair will peel off to where Honnleath used to be, to spend the night and rejoin the rest again late the following day.
(This may also contribute to his fidgeting.)
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The best part.
A bird fusses in a nearby tree; Cullen looks at it. "I haven't the heart to tell it to be quiet," he says -- cheerfully. "Shall we camp? Then we can get on with idleness."
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"Should that bird make itself known before sunrise, though, I say all bets are off."
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(It seems -- silly, now, to be worried that this place had changed. Or corrupted.)
"I brought fishing line. And a hook."
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Not to disparage trail rations, but...they're trail rations. They can't compare to fresh fish.
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He turns to the pack horse, to relieve it of its burdens.
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The pack horse whuffs, moving on to some of the grass near the shoreline. Alistair joins Cullen to haul their gear off its back; the sooner everything's unpacked and set, the sooner they can get on with the fun bits.
(His fingers brush Cullen's, more than once.)
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When the stakes are in, he settles down in front, removing gauntlets and gloves and vambraces, and starts to pull grass out in a circle for a campfire.
"Don't even think about it," he warns Alistair, without turning.
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...actually, it sounds more like whmph?, thanks to the jerky Alistair immediately dug from his pack once the tent was set up.
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Now he does turn around -- and tries hard to hide his amusement.
"Couldn't wait? More fish for me."
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Sheepish: "I was hungry."
And apparently, those months of relative idleness in Skyhold have fully restored his appetite to its pre-Fade days.
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Cullen flops on his back, then, tucking his arms behind his head, turning his face to the sun.
He closes his eyes. He couldn't stop smiling if he wanted to. (He doesn't.)
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Alistair polishes off the jerky; he studies Cullen for a beat or two, an unconscious smile tugging at his lips.
Then he drops onto the grass next to him, stretching out alongside, and leans his head on Cullen's arm.
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Beat.
"Though it's still not letting go of you any time soon." He suits action to words and drapes an arm around Cullen's middle.
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"Not even if I point out there's still work to do before the fishing can commence?"
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"I suppose it might let go in that instance. After a few moments."
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He sinks his fingers into Alistair's hair.
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The sigh that follows is far more contented.
"Thank you for bringing me here. It really is lovely."
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(Yes, his strategy is still going to be 'pretend things that are hugely important have little value lest someone suspect me of having strong feelings.')
"That's a long way to come for disappointment that could've been easily avoided."
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To Alistair's credit, it's only a little dry -- and outweighed heavily by affection.
"Yes, very fortunate, then, that it's like you remember."
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"I should write my sister."
Quieter. A little absent.
"She'd like to know, I think."
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