[ They should likely define this, talk about it... But it is in that talking that it would require concentration and a delicate hand. Cullen's mind is far too clouded, and his judgment would likely suffer the same fate. In Neria's kiss, it doesn't matter, and for the time being Cullen allows himself to sink into it and let it pave the way for them. ]
[ He finds comfort in this kiss, silence amongst the tormenting voices and sounds he hears when the worst of his symptoms come tumbling back to him. There is warmth in those cheeks he holds, one that seems to spread as his hands reach to tangle fingers in her hair as he leans forward. If the world were to end right here and right now, he's sure he wouldn't notice. Cullen clings to the silence and relief that he feels in this, begs for more in the tilt of his head and parting of his lips. ]
[ The skipping he feels in his heart is nearly painful, but gratifying. Cullen hardly loathes to admit that there is something strong here, but there is fear in verbalizing it to her. Where should this go? What is to come between them in the midst of war and when it is all over? She had said she was willing to give this a chance, but is this truly right for her? For them? Cullen fears to give in to his true desires, not knowing whether or not he truly deserves it where he stands. As Commander, as an ex-Templar to a Mage and a Grey Warden... ]
[ But for now, he is content to stay like this, and to usher as much as he can from it. ]
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[ He finds comfort in this kiss, silence amongst the tormenting voices and sounds he hears when the worst of his symptoms come tumbling back to him. There is warmth in those cheeks he holds, one that seems to spread as his hands reach to tangle fingers in her hair as he leans forward. If the world were to end right here and right now, he's sure he wouldn't notice. Cullen clings to the silence and relief that he feels in this, begs for more in the tilt of his head and parting of his lips. ]
[ The skipping he feels in his heart is nearly painful, but gratifying. Cullen hardly loathes to admit that there is something strong here, but there is fear in verbalizing it to her. Where should this go? What is to come between them in the midst of war and when it is all over? She had said she was willing to give this a chance, but is this truly right for her? For them? Cullen fears to give in to his true desires, not knowing whether or not he truly deserves it where he stands. As Commander, as an ex-Templar to a Mage and a Grey Warden... ]
[ But for now, he is content to stay like this, and to usher as much as he can from it. ]