She'd spoken to him, but the nightmares had too, hadn't they?
Breathe, Cullen.
The glitter of magic at her hands would have made him wince, once, but it only served to calm him as he watched it disappear nearly as quickly as it had been brought forth: grounding him, in a way. This was not like his nightmares at all. He wasn't a Templar. He wasn't at the Circle tower.
She was not an abomination.
"Lioriley." He forced himself to speak after what felt like hours, but had probably only been a few long seconds. He needed to gather his wits about him as the Commander of the Inquisition. "I did not think... well that is to say, I did not know--" Oh, pardon me, I thought you had died. There were so many things he could have said. Instead, he took a step back and bumped into his desk where something crashed onto the floor.
"Are you the Inquisition's new mage?" His voice cracked as he spoke.
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Date: 2024-06-19 02:31 am (UTC)Breathe, Cullen.
The glitter of magic at her hands would have made him wince, once, but it only served to calm him as he watched it disappear nearly as quickly as it had been brought forth: grounding him, in a way. This was not like his nightmares at all. He wasn't a Templar. He wasn't at the Circle tower.
She was not an abomination.
"Lioriley." He forced himself to speak after what felt like hours, but had probably only been a few long seconds. He needed to gather his wits about him as the Commander of the Inquisition. "I did not think... well that is to say, I did not know--" Oh, pardon me, I thought you had died. There were so many things he could have said. Instead, he took a step back and bumped into his desk where something crashed onto the floor.
"Are you the Inquisition's new mage?" His voice cracked as he spoke.