As much as I care about what the Maker thinks of me, I'm afraid...
[ He laughs a touch at that, but it's the truth. There was enough between them that he felt her opinion mattered. But Cullen has always valued the thoughts of others, wishing merely to be someone one could rely on with confidence. It is why he held so tightly to his orders, to the vows he had taken. Cullen is, and always will be, a man of dedication. But he supposes it sounds odd to hang on to the opinions of a dead woman, even if she never turned out to be... Well... Actually dead. ]
[ His eyes shift back up, quickly, when she confesses her thoughts on him. There is a slight bit of shock there, if not a glimmer of comfort that comes with such an honor. Cullen doesn't look away when he should, because he does not realize his face has taken on a slight tint of red. In contrast to his ivory skin and bright hair, it glows in the moonlight. ]
I...
[ Again, he looks down, just as his hand flattens above hers, fingers idly lacing together yet again. His hand is so much larger in contrast, but it makes her hand fit so perfectly. ]
I was once afraid, as I always had been of Mages. An unwise and misguided fear that I can't help but scorn when I look back.
But you changed my mind. It was in our meeting that I realized my views were merely black and white. I am ashamed such a feeling did not last, and had not returned to me until well after you were gone.
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[ He laughs a touch at that, but it's the truth. There was enough between them that he felt her opinion mattered. But Cullen has always valued the thoughts of others, wishing merely to be someone one could rely on with confidence. It is why he held so tightly to his orders, to the vows he had taken. Cullen is, and always will be, a man of dedication. But he supposes it sounds odd to hang on to the opinions of a dead woman, even if she never turned out to be... Well... Actually dead. ]
[ His eyes shift back up, quickly, when she confesses her thoughts on him. There is a slight bit of shock there, if not a glimmer of comfort that comes with such an honor. Cullen doesn't look away when he should, because he does not realize his face has taken on a slight tint of red. In contrast to his ivory skin and bright hair, it glows in the moonlight. ]
I...
[ Again, he looks down, just as his hand flattens above hers, fingers idly lacing together yet again. His hand is so much larger in contrast, but it makes her hand fit so perfectly. ]
I was once afraid, as I always had been of Mages. An unwise and misguided fear that I can't help but scorn when I look back.
But you changed my mind. It was in our meeting that I realized my views were merely black and white. I am ashamed such a feeling did not last, and had not returned to me until well after you were gone.