howtoactfereldan: (the well of all souls)
Cullen ([personal profile] howtoactfereldan) wrote2017-10-23 10:14 pm

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You'll have to make a decision quickly. Either don't come home and meet me in Halamshiral, or come home and have a day or two before turning for Orlais. They've called an Exalted Council. Josephine, Lavellan, and I must speak for the Inquisition in front of Orlais, Ferelden, and Divine Victoria. Two of those parties appear to be hostile to our continued existence. I will leave it to you to contemplate which two.

Be safe, Alistair, and go with my love
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Cullen doesn't bother signing it.

The library is silent. No one is in the rotunda -- Solas's rotunda, he thinks, even after all this time. There are always people in the yard, but many fewer than before.

(It's downright lonely, when Alistair travels. Cullen will never complain to him. Not after the last few years.)
bringspeopletogether: ([warden] eyebrow)

[personal profile] bringspeopletogether 2018-02-15 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmm."

He brushes the backs of his fingers over Cullen's cheek; leans down so their faces are mere inches apart.

In a low murmur: "So there is. An astute observation."
bringspeopletogether: ([warden] fond)

[personal profile] bringspeopletogether 2018-02-15 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh. Cruelty.

...The sun will be there later, Alistair decides. (If Solas brings down the sky on them, it won't happen just yet.)

"You're terrible," he says, with all due fondness, and closes the gap to kiss him deeply.