[ Neria meets his gaze when he takes her face in his hands, and she lifts her own to cover his. They haven't had much time to simply be alone like they were that night, when there was an eye in the storm and they held each other that night. Their preparations with Morrigan and training the troops have taken utmost precedence. But his touch is gentle, and she closes her eyes for just a moment to have this, to soak in this closeness.
Her heart swells with what he tells her because she truly and desperately wants to believe that. She has had friends, she has had a handful of lovers. All of it pales in comparison to the way Cullen makes her feel, like she is wanted and needed for far more than her skills as a Warden or a mage.
Perhaps she should question the depth of his feelings, but she feels safe with him, she feels content and peaceful, and every moment they have in private like this makes her wish it would never end.
She is surprised that he kisses her, though she does not shy away. Neria kisses him back, the gesture slow and tender, almost wary. She remembers what she told him, that she was willing and ready to give...this, whatever it is, a chance. To try. That certainly hasn't changed in the weeks it took them to return or the weeks following their arrival at Skyhold. Still, she is frightened to feel so much, to feel like her chest might burst if she lets it go to long.
A hand lifts to cradle his jaw as she kisses him, losing herself in his affection in an attempt to quiet the storm in her mind. ]
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Her heart swells with what he tells her because she truly and desperately wants to believe that. She has had friends, she has had a handful of lovers. All of it pales in comparison to the way Cullen makes her feel, like she is wanted and needed for far more than her skills as a Warden or a mage.
Perhaps she should question the depth of his feelings, but she feels safe with him, she feels content and peaceful, and every moment they have in private like this makes her wish it would never end.
She is surprised that he kisses her, though she does not shy away. Neria kisses him back, the gesture slow and tender, almost wary. She remembers what she told him, that she was willing and ready to give...this, whatever it is, a chance. To try. That certainly hasn't changed in the weeks it took them to return or the weeks following their arrival at Skyhold. Still, she is frightened to feel so much, to feel like her chest might burst if she lets it go to long.
A hand lifts to cradle his jaw as she kisses him, losing herself in his affection in an attempt to quiet the storm in her mind. ]