[ Her hum begins to quiet as he slows, his forehead pressing gently to hers. This moment is for the two of them alone, and she has never been more grateful for a single moment of privacy with him than right now. She is infinitely glad that the court's eyes are on the Inquisitor and mired in celebrations, rather than looking for either of them.
Neria lingers close still, the song on her lips beginning to die as she runs out of anything to give him. She's hardly conscious of how the dance slows, her attention entirely on the way he looks at her, the warmth of his embrace, and the smile on his lips. She closes her eyes for a brief time, still humming quietly, and simply soaks in this moment.
When she opens them again, she tugs on his hand, and her gaze meets his. The song, at last, dwindles to nothing, as reluctant as she is to end it for the moment. There's something she wishes to do and now is the time to do it. ]
Cullen.
[ And it is here that she rises up on her toes to press her lips to his in a tender kiss. ]
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Neria lingers close still, the song on her lips beginning to die as she runs out of anything to give him. She's hardly conscious of how the dance slows, her attention entirely on the way he looks at her, the warmth of his embrace, and the smile on his lips. She closes her eyes for a brief time, still humming quietly, and simply soaks in this moment.
When she opens them again, she tugs on his hand, and her gaze meets his. The song, at last, dwindles to nothing, as reluctant as she is to end it for the moment. There's something she wishes to do and now is the time to do it. ]
Cullen.
[ And it is here that she rises up on her toes to press her lips to his in a tender kiss. ]