[ Cullen could listen to her hum a gentle tune forever, and there is a comfort in it that makes forgetting the rest of the world all the easier. His mind is at ease, his body feeling warm as it's engulfed with nothing but her. He should be angry with himself for getting this close, for allowing himself to become so attached to her but how can he truly blame himself? After going so long wondering what might of been, here she is. Alive, healthy, and seemingly happier as each day passes. Cullen hopes that Neria has found enough purpose within the Inquisition to realize her true potential. He wants to be her support and her rock, her stability, as she has become to him. ]
[ Cullen is thankful for the way such simple gestures calm him, and he realizes he hasn't rightly felt this great in so long. Their movements slow, just as the song she hums begins to fade and die out. There is disappointment in that, but it is only brief. Cullen finds comfort just simply standing there with her, memorizing the warmth he feels from just holding her hand and pressing close. His heart swells for her, hurts because the happiness he feels is foreign. It pounds against his chest when they both come to a halt and she so delicately says his name. ]
[ His eyes open, half-lidded when she tugs on him and he takes their gathered hands to his chest. There is a smile there, words that can be said, a reassurance that he isn't running away this time like he had so many years before. But they are swallowed whole when he feels her lips gently press to his own, and his eyes widen a touch at the unexpected gesture. ]
[ Cullen is frozen a moment, bewildered even if he likely shouldn't be. The tender moments they have shared leading up to this would suggest as much, but such a fact would seem too good to be true if brought up to him. But it is easy to accept this, to succumb to it and return her kiss in kind. Cullen's eyes fall shut once more, the arm around her back gently ushering her closer, a kind squeeze. The kiss he returns bears a gentle passion, where his head tilts and his lips are warm and fit so perfectly against hers. ]
[ He's wanted this. He has wanted this for so long, and there is a spike of energy within him to finally have it. To feel this whole, this delighted... Cullen will hang onto this moment for the rest of his days. ]
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[ Cullen is thankful for the way such simple gestures calm him, and he realizes he hasn't rightly felt this great in so long. Their movements slow, just as the song she hums begins to fade and die out. There is disappointment in that, but it is only brief. Cullen finds comfort just simply standing there with her, memorizing the warmth he feels from just holding her hand and pressing close. His heart swells for her, hurts because the happiness he feels is foreign. It pounds against his chest when they both come to a halt and she so delicately says his name. ]
[ His eyes open, half-lidded when she tugs on him and he takes their gathered hands to his chest. There is a smile there, words that can be said, a reassurance that he isn't running away this time like he had so many years before. But they are swallowed whole when he feels her lips gently press to his own, and his eyes widen a touch at the unexpected gesture. ]
[ Cullen is frozen a moment, bewildered even if he likely shouldn't be. The tender moments they have shared leading up to this would suggest as much, but such a fact would seem too good to be true if brought up to him. But it is easy to accept this, to succumb to it and return her kiss in kind. Cullen's eyes fall shut once more, the arm around her back gently ushering her closer, a kind squeeze. The kiss he returns bears a gentle passion, where his head tilts and his lips are warm and fit so perfectly against hers. ]
[ He's wanted this. He has wanted this for so long, and there is a spike of energy within him to finally have it. To feel this whole, this delighted... Cullen will hang onto this moment for the rest of his days. ]