Cullen, for what it was worth, sat as patiently as he was able. His arm rested on the hilt of his blade that he seemed to always carry with him, and he could feel Dorian's amusement radiating from the other side of the library. Every so often Cullen would cough awkwardly only to be ignored or quieted with insistence...
He wandered over to Dorian.
"The new mage looks awfully like your type, Commander."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Dorian did not deign a reply and merely tipped his head over to where she talked to Solas. "A beautiful woman, of course. Though it looks like you have some competition."
Cullen scowled at him. "There is--that is none of your concern." He regretted his movement instantly and moved back to the two elves, Dorian's mocking laughter echoing throughout the library. Another cough. "If you'd rather I leave you here--we can tour the outside tomorrow, or another time--" Or Solas can do it, he thought bitterly.
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Date: 2024-06-24 01:26 am (UTC)He wandered over to Dorian.
"The new mage looks awfully like your type, Commander."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Dorian did not deign a reply and merely tipped his head over to where she talked to Solas. "A beautiful woman, of course. Though it looks like you have some competition."
Cullen scowled at him. "There is--that is none of your concern." He regretted his movement instantly and moved back to the two elves, Dorian's mocking laughter echoing throughout the library. Another cough. "If you'd rather I leave you here--we can tour the outside tomorrow, or another time--" Or Solas can do it, he thought bitterly.