She was close enough again that Cullen was wrapped in the scent of her--of a warm campfire beckoning one into comfort after a long winter storm. How had everything changed, and nothing at the same time? "Now that you are here... things could not be better. Truly." A hesitant hand rests on top of hers. "I am glad you are here. Not just for the Inquisition, but..." his words trailed off.
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Date: 2024-06-22 02:48 am (UTC)