[ He did say that, didn't he? Strange how he finds it perfectly okay to accept the burdens of others, yet shies away from sharing his own. Cullen feels embarrassment at that, to know that Neria is just as willing as he, yet his stubbornness has brought him to this. To a point of appearing sickly and in pain yet trying so hard to keep face when it's so clearly failing. ]
[ Cullen's gaze meets hers, his expression speaking volumes of how much her acceptance means to him. He revels in the feeling of her fingers drifting so carefully along his palm, and it brings a warmth that his chilled flesh welcomes. ]
[ Before he can say anything in return, she moves his hands, lets her palms move over until fingertips touch his wrists. The gesture is soothing enough, but almost pales in comparison to the canticle that falls from her lips. Cullen's attention never leaves her, and there is a look of awe that colors him when she begins to deliver her prayer. Words that touch him deep and leave his stomach fluttering and his heart skipping a beat. A feeling as if he's taken a leap, the inside of him bottoming out and leaving his skin to prickle. Cullen feels warm, as he always does when he prays. Despite what The Chantry has done, never will he desert his faith. It is clear that Neria knows as much, and he is flattered at the gesture. ]
[ Cullen swallows thickly, his face coloring a touch of red before he eventually bows his head and lets her finish. He hangs on every word, commits the sound of her voice breathing such beautiful words. While his bones and muscles are weary and aching, he finds a relieving comfort out of this. And her words ring true, the Chant of Light rings true, as always. He will endure this, as he has endured many hardships before. He nods in acknowledgment to the prayer, a hum of comfort. Cullen's fingers curl under her wrists, caress her skin as he allows his forehead to press against hers. ]
Thank you...
[ His eyes shut, and he finally manages a smile. ]
You're--
[ Weakly, he chuckles. ]
Whatever I have done to deserve your presence by my side... I pledge to continue doing so. I'm not sure where I would be without your unwavering support. Truly, I am not worthy.
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[ Cullen's gaze meets hers, his expression speaking volumes of how much her acceptance means to him. He revels in the feeling of her fingers drifting so carefully along his palm, and it brings a warmth that his chilled flesh welcomes. ]
[ Before he can say anything in return, she moves his hands, lets her palms move over until fingertips touch his wrists. The gesture is soothing enough, but almost pales in comparison to the canticle that falls from her lips. Cullen's attention never leaves her, and there is a look of awe that colors him when she begins to deliver her prayer. Words that touch him deep and leave his stomach fluttering and his heart skipping a beat. A feeling as if he's taken a leap, the inside of him bottoming out and leaving his skin to prickle. Cullen feels warm, as he always does when he prays. Despite what The Chantry has done, never will he desert his faith. It is clear that Neria knows as much, and he is flattered at the gesture. ]
[ Cullen swallows thickly, his face coloring a touch of red before he eventually bows his head and lets her finish. He hangs on every word, commits the sound of her voice breathing such beautiful words. While his bones and muscles are weary and aching, he finds a relieving comfort out of this. And her words ring true, the Chant of Light rings true, as always. He will endure this, as he has endured many hardships before. He nods in acknowledgment to the prayer, a hum of comfort. Cullen's fingers curl under her wrists, caress her skin as he allows his forehead to press against hers. ]
Thank you...
[ His eyes shut, and he finally manages a smile. ]
You're--
[ Weakly, he chuckles. ]
Whatever I have done to deserve your presence by my side... I pledge to continue doing so. I'm not sure where I would be without your unwavering support. Truly, I am not worthy.