[ He could hardly blame her for feeling the way she does. It isn't as if it's easy so share feelings when your profession encourages the abandonment of that. While finding love is not necessarily frowned upon as a Templar, your life is still in the hands of the Order and your Knight-Commander. You dedicate your life and heart to the Maker, and your duties manage to take a large portion of your life and spare time. Cullen finds no shame in how she shares what she feels, and in fact is honored to be the one these feelings are directed to. ]
[ Cullen leans into her touch, smile still as bright as it can be despite the color that has left his face. He lets his forehead rest against hers, noses brushing and his eyes close to simply take this in. Take her in. He reaches to her hands, holding them over his face. ]
I'm... Honored. Truly, I am humbled to know that I have been able to make you feel such happiness. You deserve to be held as high as a man can reach, and...
I promise I will ensure these feelings last until my last breath.
[ Maker, he could listen to her say those words a million times. Cullen exhales with content, hands holding gently to her wrists in hopes of keeping her touch. ]
Know that it is in your company, your care that I have been able to thrive. I swear to you, on my word, that I will never leave your side. As your man, I will make it my life's work to keep you happy, to make you feel as loved as you have made me feel.
[ Neria manages a weighty exhale even as he brings her hands up to his face. She cradles his face, her thumbs brushing his cheeks, and she is finally able to look him in the eye without feeling so small and insignificant. He still holds her on such a high pedestal and she smiles, enjoying the intimacy of such closeness, their foreheads resting against one another's. ]
I just want you to be yourself. You've given me so much by simply treating me as an equal, not as someone above you.
[ That he has shared his work space with her, his time and his opinion, without fear of her, without feeling confined by their roles or by titles. That is all she wants. But her heart skips a beat at what he says: to make you feel as loved as you have made me feel. Wordlessly, she nods, her throat threatening to close on itself.
To Cullen, he gets a smile, genuine happiness where there was only worry mere minutes ago. ]
I will go with you wherever your journey takes you, whether that is with the Inquisition or without it. When they put away the sword, I will still be here. No matter what comes, you will not face it alone.
[ She has to say it aloud for the both of them, to confirm what she has said before: she wishes to remain with him, no matter the cost. The things she needs to do, her goals, will not impede on what they can have.
Maker, she feels... Elated. Still afraid, yes, but there is excitement in that, and she feels she might burst from it. ]
[ Somehow with intentions on the table, things have become... Easier? Things such as motivation, focus, rest. It is in Neria's support and care that Cullen is able to follow through with the worst of his withdrawal. There are long, painful months to follow what has blossomed between he and Neria. Her patience is a blessing, where in his various outbursts and desperate moments nearly bringing him to reach for a vial, she remains by his side. Granted, it has made the progression of their relationship... Slow. ]
[ And even well after his withdrawal comes to a desirable end, the difficulty of finding time for one another remains high. Though the likelihood of either sharing what has become of the two remains low. Just as Cullen prefers it. Many times, Kaia has pulled him aside, tried to prod and pry, find if her influence had succeeded. And each time, Cullen would wave dismissively or vehemently deny. What Neria and he share is their business, private, and surely not something he wishes to allow to interfere with their work. ]
[ Though, the desire to continue holding up such a strong barrier starts to wear down after some time. Especially when private moments quickly fail. Perhaps Cullen should have made a habit of taking breaks before, maybe then his recruits would not expect him to be available even at the latest hours. Stealing a kiss is as difficult as a couple hours of sleep, and to know that it finally begins to get to him is as terrifying as the notion of taking time away from his duties. ]
[ But Maker, he is only a man. How he has somehow began to realize that nowis beyond him. Cullen loves her, cherishes just standing beside her but it is in that love that has been set on the table between them that he realizes his attraction to her might... Slightly be getting in the way of his productivity. He's ashamed, surely, and Neria may have very likely caught him in the middle of passionate prayer to keep him at bay. When this is all over, he tells himself, it will be well worth it for the both of them. ]
[ Months pass yet again, and so the influence of the Inquisition continues on. There are lulls that the entirety of the Inquisition cherishes if only a little, but each mission is an important press forward. Their nightly meetings at the War Table see no end, and each one could run through an entire evening. All gather around, glowing candlelight illuminating what pieces had been placed upon the board the night before. Josephine is the first to share her reports of missions previously finalized, just as Leliana places new pieces along the map. Cullen awaits for them to finish, hand resting over his sword while he focuses on what might be the most valuable step forward. ]
[ Josephine speaks ]
Inquisitor, we've received additional correspondence from Marquis Mantillon. It appears you've an offer to uphold in the Winter Palace.
[ Kaia's smile is crooked, shoulders shrugging. ]
Because clearly I've gained excellent skill in this ridiculous Game I've been forced to play. What of it now?
[ Cullen's brow raises in turn, silent. He isn't fond of the Winter Palace, certainly not of Orlais either. The Game Orlesians play has never been interesting to him, beautiful as Orlais may be. But he can't help but find brief interest when Josephine begins to fully read the letter sent from the Marquis. An easy task, a simple order to a few of their troops to defend an attack. Neria and he could certainly make short work of the matter. ]
[ His neck cranes as he peeks over Josephine's shoulder, desperately trying (and likely failing) to hide that he reads over the large ruffles that decorate her arms. Brow still perked, he looked over to Neria, still silent, in a wordless type of body language where he hopes she is as intrigued as he is. ]
[ At least... In the sense that this might be their first opportunity in some time to find some privacy. His eyes lock on her, Josephine's words drowning out while she discusses what she might be able to do in the form of utilizing favors. His gaze looks to her in a way that says "Perhaps we might... You know?" ]
[ Some things change, some things stay the same. Their relationship grows, certainly, and their affections continue behind closed doors. But things on the battlefield and in the war room mostly stay focused on their mission, long nights spent in their comrades' company than with one another. It doesn't bother Neria at first, not when she is used to a similar schedule when she was Warden-Commander of Ferelden's troops. Her time outside of the war room is taken up by training and small pockets of her own work, hoping to ensure Amaranthine for the eventual transition 'home', as it were. Neria looks in on Morrigan and Kieran often, the latter still leaving her estranged, and she tries her best to befriend the boy and treat him like family without fearing for the essence within him. And, of course, she still experiments in secret, pouring through tomes and notes for any semblance of a cure... But her time with these things is ultimately inconsequential, paling in comparison to the time she has with Cullen.
And so it becomes more and more obvious that the few moments they managed to secure are not enough. Cullen is frustrated and so is she, if she is to be honest. They'd had hours before, it seems, time when they enjoyed each other's company. Now, it always seems as if one of them is needed, Cullen more than she. When he isn't called away, they are together but surrounded by others, and it becomes a test of wills to remain as stoic as they have been.
Serves them right, she supposes, for trying to be private about their relationship.
Neria stands diagonally across from Leliana at the table, flanking Josephine, and in perfect view of Cullen's expression as he looks disdainful regarding the Game. She smiles privately to herself as she moves a few of the pieces in blue, her soldiers, preparing her own report for the evening. It's then that Cullen catches her eye and she manages to listen in at the last on Josephine's report, Kaia's banter distracting enough to give her a few fleeting moments to watch him. She lifts an eyebrow, glancing at Josephine, and she feigns rapt interest. ]
Lady Mantillon was at Halamshiral, was she not? She's had a beleaguered list of husbands, if I'm not mistaken. She and I had an...interesting conversation.
[ Which leads her to glance at the map quizzically. ]
Defending a small basin will be a simple task, if you'll allow, Inquisitor. Cullen and I could take care of it easily and send word back to you. Surely the Dowager will favor a speedy step for her dance than to circumvent her efforts altogether?
[ Their eyes meet, and it's almost a sense of instant gratification where she gracefully eases herself into the conversation. Though, it doesn't give him quite enough time to get away from Josephine's back. The Ambassador turns her head when he manages to incidentally breathe on her neck, and he quickly slides away and to his normal spot by the table. ]
[ Kaia's attention falls upon Neria, listening intently to what the Warden Commander has to offer. ]
That entire night was a blur if you ask me. I hardly remember even making such a promise. There were quite a few women I promised dances to, I'm sure.[ The Inquisitor shakes her head, but it's in that shift that her gaze meets with Cullen. Suspicious. Her brow raises in particular when Cullen is quick to turn a touch, hand retreating to the back of his head to fuss with his hair. ]
Would sending troops even be necessary? Sounds like something so simple might waste muscle that may be needed elsewhere. Josephine is right to suggest subtlety.
[ The Ambassador opens her mouth to speak on that remark, but Cullen seems to whirl around rather quick. ]
If I may, [ Cullen quickly interjects, which brings a resounding silence among the room. ]
We've gained strong arms over time, Inquisitor. Recruits are arriving by the dozens each week the more we gain influence. The amount of men required would be small, hardly offering much an effect on our numbers. Neria and I are confident in each men returning without loss.
[ And he can't help but sound at least partially eager. Cullen can be persuasive, but not necessarily an actor. His argument is convincing enough, but he meets the gaze of an increasingly suspicious Inquisitor over time, who gazes at Neria briefly before turning back to him. And she is silent. ]
[ Cullen looks her directly in the eye, feeling tense and not daring to look away. He clears his throat. ]
This... Saves quite a bit of time than finding an appropriate one in which to subtly approach the comte, Inquisitor. There is far less risk.
[ She holds her breath and has to contain a roll of the eyes when Cullen jumps in too soon. Yes, this will be a perfect example of how the two of them hold it together under pressure. She won't deny Cullen makes a convincing argument, as well, but considering what the two of them are planning--
Maker, they're like children. ]
With the amount of recruits we've been receiving, it might also be a good place to send a small force. Whether or not we hold the basin, of course, is irrelevant; a few well placed Inquisition soldiers can give the facade that we have more waiting in the wings.
[ It's not a lie, really, but Neria is making a good show of pretending that this property is important to them at all. It's a meadery with a walnut farm attached. ]
Besides, a courier or ambassador could be thrown away, imprisoned, or killed with no one the wiser but us. A lesser noble attacking the Inquisition's forces, no matter how small, would be seen as far more scandalous. It will give us time to see if the Dowager has a larger plan in store or if she's simply testing the Inquisition's ability to leap when the challenge arises.
[ And if Neria knows Orlesians, it's the latter, but if the Dowager finds favor on the Inquisition, it might save them a good bit of trouble and a larger headache by attempting to placate every other noble. After all, one must be prepared to dance with the Dowager if they wish to play the Game. ]
Cullen and I could take a handful of men each, post them at the perimeters, and see what happens. We'll have our proof and it will offer a good training exercise for them.
[ There is a point in the exchange of gazes between him and the Inquisitor that Cullen decides to keep his mouth shut. Neria won't be able to save him another time if he continues to appear... Eager about such a small basin. Which seems to already have Kaia rather amused. She laughs, shaking her head. It's just a basin. ]
Never spare an ounce of passion, even for a basin that couldn't even fit a shred of what we already have.
[ The Inquisitor reaches for Cullen and Neria's respective cards, setting them properly within it belongs on the side of Orlais. ]
I may require a song and dance from our retired bard for the next one. Get to rehearsing, Josie.
[ Cullen frowns, but he is quick to cover it with the brush of his hand. Kaia is no fool, and he is sure he's made himself one. Quickly, he walks around the edge of the table. ]
[ For her part, she waits patiently for the verdict, aware that the next time they try this little stunt that it will become all too obvious what they are attempting to do. And frankly, she's surprised that Kaia does not call it for what it is or even to flat out deny them with the way they're carrying on. Somehow, she does not, and she carefully moves their pieces into place before nodding and heading for the exit of the war room, locking eyes briefly with Leliana and then with Morrigan.
Oh, they know all right. And she gives the former a pointed look, though Morrigan meets her gaze with a fraction of a smile. For her part, the Witch of the Wilds gives them reprieve, making jest of them while simultaneously drawing attention back to herself as she speaks of artifacts in ruins that could be claimed for the Inquisition, which allows Neria and Cullen ample time to slip out the door.
Neria closes the large doors behind them and stays silent until they are far enough away that they could not possibly be overheard. ]
That's one way to be spontaneous. A basin, of all things.
[ She shoots him a knowing smile from over her shoulder. ]
[ They know. Surely they know. While Cullen has certainly made himself the jest of the Inquisition in the middle of an important meeting, it's very likely that the attempt at secrecy was completely in vain. It would be shameful to find the Inquisitor a fool, a mockery of what she represents and he will be damned if he appears to think of her in such light. But... Maker, the last thing he wants is for their relationship to be out on the table. With the attention it had gotten before it was truly even a thing? It's absolutely certain that their spotlight would shine even brighter. Cullen isn't sure he could handle a slew of lewd remarks regarding them, questions about family and plans when the mere thought of Neria still makes him flush a bright glow. ]
[ He will need to get over that eventually, won't he? ]
[ Cullen maintains a normal pace in his walk, even if his steps seem to be a bit firmer than normal. They echo down the hall, his grip tightly wrapped around the handle of his sword to release some of the massive load of tension he's developed over time. Once they are a safe distance and Neria begins to speak, he is able to somewhat relax. ]
Yes, well...
[ He reaches the back of his neck again, which is somehow hotter than normal. Cullen has to wonder if his face matches such a high temperature. ]
We will need to quickly find other ways of buying time. Clearly, I am not forged for theater. Your defense likely saved the entire show.
[ A basin. They chose protecting a blasted basin as if Corypheus himself were waiting there. The more he thinks about it, the more it sounds foolish. ]
[ Cullen takes a quick turn towards the battlements, aiming to at least head for his office so they might prepare for the quick trip to Orlais. One last time, however, he clears his throat. And he takes a look behind them to ensure they are absolutely alone. Confirmation of that has him reaching for her hand, tangling their fingers together and holding tight. Without another word. ]
[ She snorts at his comment, giving a rare but fond smile that is often reserved for their few moments together. It seems as if those times are few and far between these days, a strange thought. With all the power they have amassed, with things purportedly getting easier and better within the Inquisition, they seemed to be busier than ever before. There's no blame to be had there save for on the shoulders of Corypheus himself, and she cherishes the seconds they have all the more. There's an ever-present reminder that they might not make it to the next month, the next week, or even tomorrow.
Neria, for her part, shakes her head at the severity in Cullen's tone. ]
Or perhaps you can make it a point to take breaks and lock your door? Or is that too obvious, do you think?
[ Her smile is just a touch sly, and she shrugs her shoulders. ]
We'll find something. And it will hopefully be a bit more subtle and easy to escape to than a basin in the middle of very little.
[ Cullen searches for her hand and takes it in his, threading their fingers together immediately. She pauses and gives him a smile, genuine, and squeezes his hand. Moments, that's all they have sometimes, but she is pleased to see him indulging when he can. She longs to kiss him just then but they would be seen by someone, or linger too long, and it is a desire she cannot indulge. Instead, she lets go of him only slowly, nodding for him to head back to his tower. ]
I promise you, we'll have our time.
[ Neria releases him and heads on her way, regretful that they cannot spend more time together. But for now, especially with the little display they slipped into back in the war room, they need to keep cautious. The night is spent packing and preparing, and they leave at first light into Orlais. The journey takes several days and allows them a great deal of time together, always in the context of business and work. Still, it allows them those precious moments without the lingering concern that they will be spotted. Even nights with Cullen are somewhat more public than she would like, as they cannot certainly share a sleeping tent among their soldiers, even if that is something they would both prefer.
Their arrival in the basin produces little fanfare...at first. It is agreed that they will slip in under cover of night to occupy much of it, allow their presence to simply be known without a true announcement. They take shelter in the meaderies and buildings there, vineyards spanning long tracks of land between the walnut trees and hollyhock, a sight that is breathtaking in its tranquility.
For all that they joked that the basin is insignificant, it holds a peace that is rare in war, and Neria soaks it in with what small time they have between holding their positions and making preparations for the Comte to eventually come knocking.
Which, actually, does not take long. No skirmish at first, only scouts bringing missives that insist that the Inquisition is infringing on owned property. Now it is a matter of waiting the Comte out to see what he will do.
Parsing through the fourth missive the Comte has given them in the same number of days, Neria sets fire to the parchment, crushing it in her hand with ease. ]
Really, I was expecting something better. The Dowager made it seem as if he'd be at least foolish enough to try to start a fight with us. He's either terrified we're here or brewing trouble behind our backs. At this point, I do not know which I would prefer.
[ A good battle would relieve some of the tension in her and her Wardens, though it will only provoke more bloodshed. Even she can understand that. But they cannot wait forever for the Comte to garner some nerve to make a move or a real statement, and eventually, Cullen and she will be asked to return. Their time will be cut short far sooner than she wishes. ]
[ Cullen has always found himself uncomfortable during travel, regardless of the large part it plays in fighting for a cause. It was much the same as a Templar, but he felt at his best wherever he had been station. There is productivity in that, work being so difficult to accomplish while on the road. There is, also, the large discontent of traveling by ship. The act to moving forward seems to always be far more difficult than the act of battle, to him. This time, however, travel is a form of reprieve while at Neria's side. There is little time to be shared between them, but much more than what they had back in Skyhold. Short moments of privacy, enough for a gentle touch or embrace, nothing beyond a brief kiss that Cullen hangs onto and wishes time might slow down every time. Each night he would remind himself that their distance is only temporary, repeating in his head her promise that they will have their time. ]
[ Certainly, it is ever clear the reason for doubt of the necessity for troops. There is minor effort in their success, and both Neria and Cullen had been right about no true risk in casualties. Simplicity is a luxury in this time, and he can still at least appreciate the easy victory. ]
[ But at the very least, they have their time. As promised. It will be a few days before such victory is entirely sealed, and that much is made clear as he watches Neria reduce the Comte's letter to mere ashes. ]
Such is the culture patented by none other than Orlais itself. Talk has always been their strong point. Where the Inquisition promises both credible word and supporting action, I'm willing to place coin on the Dowager's terror.
[ Cullen turns away, board in his hand supporting the reports necessary for Skyhold. He glances it over once more, mindfully going over what additions he will make before sending it off by bird, then sets it down. ]
I'll admit, I'm quite disappointed in the lack of action as well.
Talk, drinking, and waving swords around. Much of it's the same. Nobles hide behind assassin blades or poisoned cups and leave the dirty work to the bards.
[ She remembers Marjolaine. Cunning and ruthless, and Leliana has learned so much from her. Neria can see it now even if Leliana would deny it; Marjolaine taught her to be a great bard even if it is Leliana who taught herself to be a better person. She has never seen Orlesians work so diligently as she has seen bards move, save, perhaps, for Briala, Celene, and Gaspard. But the world might be ending and their motives are clear. The Comte is a small fish in comparison to the frustrating night in Halamshiral. ]
He's probably hoping we'll send a letter back or, perhaps, that the Inquisitor herself will appear for him to ingratiate himself. She'd probably laugh at him, too.
[ Brushing off her hands from the ash within them, she turns back to Cullen as he sets his board upon the table. She goes to join him, reaching for his elbow unconsciously as she looks over his reports. ]
A few days and he'll crumble, one way or another. He'll either go running back to weep about his losses or strike in earnest, and we'll be there to meet him. Still...at this point, I wager he'll cut his losses and run.
[ At least until he can get proper reinforcements for the area. She sighs and gives Cullen a sideways smile. ]
And then we'll be here even longer to ensure he doesn't come back once you and I return to Skyhold.
Oh, I am certain the Inquisitor would rather hack a limb than entertain granting publicity for gain.
[ She's certainly laughed at the idea before. And the idea of it is almost tempting for suggestion. But an invitation for the Inquisitor to arrive would mean a change of plan, and call Cullen selfish? But he is quite content with the privacy this lull has brought. ]
Needless to say, we will be ready for whatever outcome. The ball is in their court, and we simply need only to wait.
[ Cullen's attention shifts to her hand, feeling it brush affectionately at his elbow, fingers tickling his arm through the thick fabric that confines it. He certainly hasn't forgotten their intentions, mainly because it is quite frankly all he has thought about since they left. ]
[ There's a soft little exhale in the form of a snicker through his nose, a crooked smile as his hand takes to curve of her waist. ]
I detect hope in such a remark. Should I feel guilty if I wish for the same?
Why does that not surprise me? She has patience, I'll give her that; even the few nobles I entreated in Ferelden to continue commerce in Amaranthine and for the Wardens were enough to infuriate me. She's handled hundreds of others at least.
[ And she can only imagine how she would react to the Comte at this point. The myriad of ways she could embarrass him alone has a small smile on Neria's face, but really, Kaia's absence is a snub in and of itself in the nobleman's direction; she has already made it clear that what the Comte is doing is no threat.
Neria turns to Cullen with a smile, stepping close to him. ]
I cannot see why you would feel guilty. You aren't the only one pleased with this reprieve. A few more days wouldn't hurt.
[ They were wise to choose soldiers unlikely to bother them, competent enough to stand on their own without too much direction. The handful of soldiers without as much experience know to speak to their superiors before coming to Cullen or Neria, and she's glad they have this time to share together without interruption. ]
Every moment we seem to be able to find together back at Skyhold is cut short one way or another.
[ It's no one's fault; they're attempting a romance in the middle of a war that could decide the fate of the entire world. They are both needed. It's simply more frustrating than she anticipated. She remembers wondering, years ago, if allowing herself to feel for her companions on the road would have made things more difficult. Would she have minded then? Should she mind now when she is past the point of caring?
Still, their privacy has been important. And she prefers not being asked so many questions when there is already so much she is fearful of, so many things she has not said.
She smiles. ]
It's been good to be here. Why would I not wish, even selfishly, for a few more days of you?
I am certain she has at least entertained the idea. Maker knows she could justify some back-handed remark from the Comte wearing down her capacity for such nonsense.
[ Cullen finds Kaia's mannerisms in the face of Orlesian folly to be the most entertaining. Much as he keeps his opinion to himself, he's been subject to their ridiculous requests and intentions more than a handful of times. He would agree that they would deserve every bit of sarcasm she tosses. ]
[ He revels in their immediate closeness, gaze falling upon the opening to the tent for but a brief moment. For once, he has no worries about interruption, confident in their troops' competence as much as Neria. That had been a discussion well before their departure, ensuring that this would be possible. The hand at her waist shifts, sliding gently to the small of her back to better close what little distance remains between them. ]
The guilt comes from an old habit that refuses to take its last breath anytime soon.
[ Cullen tilts his head to the side, looking away a brief moment. ]
I do suppose we've earned at least a few days' reprieve.
[ And he says that in all seriousness, despite the tone that suggests his brief regret. He looks back at her, smile still in place. ]
You are right. With our recent progress, I can't recall when I last even had time to take a good look at you.
If only we could slow down time, make each day longer.
Because you're dedicated to your work. There's no shame in that.
[ Guilt, though... Yes, she can see why he would feel guilty. Cullen has put everyone else first; everything he has done has pushed a cause forward, whether that was the Temple agenda or the Inquisition's. Now he is acting in his own self-interest, something he has very possibly never done before, or has not since he first began training to become a Templar. ]
A shame you were never a Warden. You would have gotten used to some freedoms quickly, even if we are all duty-bound in one way or another.
[ It is a joke in poor taste and Neria's smile does not reach her eyes when she tells it, though she lifts a hand to gently touch the side of his face. Neria almost manages a laugh. ]
You've seen me every day. I don't know how you couldn't have gotten a good look at me.
[ She understands what he is really saying. Since all of...this began, things have changed between them. It's hard to find a moment when she isn't more formally present, geared towards their duties and their respective positions, and seeing Cullen as her partner and comrade-in-arms rather than her lover. And even that is strange to think about, her lover. Her smile broadens just slightly. ]
I wish we could. The few minutes we've had before now somehow aren't enough any longer. Is that strange to say, do you think? I see you often enough but it's-- It's different now, wanting to spend time with you away from work.
[ He certainly hasn't. From the moment he truly could forge a goal or opinion, he had decided to help people, to be a Templar. And that had become a personal goal when he was just a small boy. Thinking about himself came to a screeching halt then, and the thought of romance and spending time with the fairer sex never quite held precedence over anything else but his vows. While he never barred himself from it? The thought of trying was always... Strange. ]
[ But Neria has changed the game completely. Suddenly, he thinks more of having a family and a life outside of fighting moreso than he had before. It was always a desire, a secret, something he felt shame in. But now? He's certain his happiness completely rests on spending the remainder of his days with her. The love he feels for her runs deep, strengthening by the day and it is in the excitement of this moment that he finds his heart swelling almost painfully. ]
[ He manages a chuckle at her joke, poor as it might have been. ]
You're... Probably right. I'm afraid I hardly am adjusted to what little freedoms I have now outside the Order.
[ But that doesn't matter. Cullen leans into her touch, taking a moment to press a gentle kiss to her palm. ]
You are the most lovely creature to walk Thedas. While brief glimpses may remind me of how lucky I am to have you, being able to gaze upon you in a closeness... Touch you...
[ His own hand reaches for her face, knuckles brushing along her jawline before taking a piece of her hair and tucking it behind her ear. ]
It is different now. I believe there are not enough hours in the day for me to enjoy it. I will admit my selfishness there. Were it strange to think time is so quick and fleeting, we'd both be mad.
[ It's difficult to think of what life will be like after the Inquisition. Where will they go? Neria has every intention of returning to Amaranthine to at least ensure the Wardens have a home to go to, to set up what she can before... Before what? Her plans had been simple before, either departing or returning to Amaranthine. Cullen has changed everything and while all of it is for the better, now she feels as if the certainty she had is in upheaval. A part of her wishes they could discuss it...but much of her also feels that she is being presumptive.
Instead, she tries to ground herself in the moment, in enjoying his company and the care he gives her. That, in and of itself, is more than she ever hoped or expected for herself since she was very, very small. Her smile is soft and she briefly ducks her head at what he says, eventually able to look at him once more. ]
You're certain you've never been with anyone before me? The things you say...
[ It's too much. Her ears might be just a little red, even now. Her thumb brushes over his cheek, near the side of his mouth. ]
This is going to be much harder to maintain when we return. You realize that, yes? That we're going to need to continue to sit through meetings and continue to work in the field without anyone being the wiser?
[ Her smile might be one of amusement now. ]
It's going to be quite a challenge. Even coming out here, knowing we would be together, hasn't made it easier to be patient.
[ There is almost a fear in what lies ahead of them, but the fear is created out of an expectation of failure. Of believing that happiness is never placed upon those who have done wrong in some fashion. Cullen's guilt still has him in a vice grip, having him believe that a future with Neria is not a future he deserves. Much as he wants it. ]
[ But that does not stop him where he is now. Not with her silk cheek warm against his fingertips, dimples under his touch when she smiles and lets her modesty guide her gaze at her feet. Cullen ignores the guilt and disbelief for the distraction that her reaction to compliments creates. Even his face colors a touch, and his smile is gentle against her thumb. ]
I speak only the truth, my lady. It's how I feel.
[ At the mention of keeping this a secret, however? The smile goes a tad crooked. Cullen prefers his privacy, especially when it comes to his love life and what he does behind closed doors. It's unfortunate that a large fraction of his life is out in the open, surrounded by people who look to him for guidance. And it is much the same for Neria, too. People rely on them, follow them. But he catches that glimmer of amusement in her smile, and he can't help but feel some for himself. ]
I've... Thought about that frequently, yes. Knowing what lies between us, what feelings we have shared--
[ Cullen weakly chuckles, looking down as he shakes his head a touch. ]
While I do not worry about my ability to keep my hands to myself, I find that I may feel tortured and bound while you sit or stand a mere few feet away from me.
[ His gaze then shifts back to her, smile nearly a smirk. He won't admit it aloud, but the challenge is actually quite enticing. ]
But you are worth the wait. Every brief moment we share will be a treasure.
I cannot promise the strength of my patience behind closed doors, however. Can you?
[ Only the truth? She would call that out, she thinks, if she were not fearful that he would think she took offense to his compliments. In reality, they simply feel overmuch, like this is a happiness she does not deserve, much in the same way he feels. Instead she tries to hold the admiration he has for her within her and finds it's difficult, overwhelming, as so much of this often feels. ]
Then you honor me with your words and care, Cullen. I cannot possibly ask for more.
[ Which only means it will continue to be difficult to keep her feelings for him as muted as she can in other company. There will always be fondness for him, concern, care, and these things she can mask well enough as politeness or friendliness. They have been close for some time, enough to spark rumors already. That won't change and pretending they are not as close as they were a month ago will only arouse suspicion.
It will be a balancing act but one well worth the wait, she thinks. No matter how long it takes, she wants their time together to be important, not dogged by their responsibilities and the expectations. She smiles, leaning against the press of his hand. ]
Tortured and bound? Now you make our predicament sound cruel. I can assure you, any time we have will be worthwhile and I promise to make certain of that.
[ Neria reaches up to take his hand in both of hers, bringing his knuckles to her lips. What seems at first like an innocent gesture of devotion - and it is, initially - becomes every ounce as sly as the smirk on his face as she gives him a sidelong and heated glance from beneath her lashes, her mouth still lingering against his fingers. ]
I wouldn't promise something I couldn't keep, Cullen. Why would I want to be apart from you when we are alone?
[ Behind closed doors, neither of them should have to be restrained from being open with their affections. She turns his hand over so she can kiss his palm, allowing his hand close to her face, which she leans into just the same. ]
[ Perhaps he is being slightly overdramatic in terms of how he describes their situation. But honestly, it's accurate. Truly being unable to act upon the newfound nature of their relationship is quite discouraging, much as he knows the wait would be worth it. The wait they had experienced to get here has certainly proved to be as much. Most would likely suggest to just roll with it, to bring their relationship public. After all, Kaia has made her intentions toward Josephine very, very clear among anyone who has shown interest. Rumors have certainly spread, word has gotten around quickly... But Neria and he are private individuals, and who is to say it would not cause problem? Or even perhaps danger? ]
[ There are more reasons to keep things under wraps than to make intentions public. And Cullen is content where they are, even when there are more times they must restrain themselves than let loose, so to say. ]
[ Still, this hardly cuts back how badly he wishes to be close to her every waking moment of the day. Cullen commits to memory the playful nature of Neria's gaze, feeling his stomach flutter as her long lashes do. Such a gaze could kill, and the way his heart skips proves as much. Cullen sways forward a bit more, thumb brushing along her lower lip when she softly breathes against his palm. His voice lowers, a deep yet soft tone where he leans his face in close. ]
My choice of words might not have been... Fitting. But I often imagine a moment such as this at likely the most inopportune of times.
[ The hand at the small of her back applies pressure, gently pushing her closer, their hips coming together. ]
Those thoughts keep me awake at night, stir my composure. Now that I have you here, I fear I will never be able to let go of you.
[ Now there is a tone she is not used to, as attractive as it is. Neria's nerves stand on edge as his finger swipes along her bottom lip and she resists the initial urge to surprise him and take his finger between her lips, instead opting to listen, to lose herself in that voice. She very gladly steps closer to him until their hips meet, and Neria sighs lightly against his hand. Her eyes find his and she smiles as a little thrill, a shiver, runs up her spine. ]
I cannot say which thought of you is more enticing: that you might find yourself uncomfortable around others while thinking of me...or that you lay awake at night with those very thoughts.
[ Cullen, trying to hide his loss of composure in the war room. Cullen with thoughts of her at night, enough to chase away nightmares. Oh, certainly, the implications can be lewd - and Neria would be lying if she insisted she did not think of them - but she likes those ideas too; he thinks of her as often as she thinks of him, and that is comforting.
She lifts her hand to bring it gently to the back of his neck, fingers sliding through the tips of his hair. ]
I think of you, too, often enough that it's distracting. I feel like I'm lost in all of this, sometimes.
[ Neria meets his heated gaze with a smile, and she kisses his thumb as it lingers on her lips. ]
But I also begin to think of more, of you and I... And I do not want you to let me go. Not here, not now, not tonight. Not until I know more of what you've been thinking.
[ She lifts up a little on her toes to meet him as he leans down. ]
[ The implications of their conversation are enough to bring a shiver through his own frame, prickled flesh beneath thick sleeves and armor where it suddenly feels tight and uncomfortable. He can feel the curve of her frame mesh so perfectly against his own, her breath close enough to brush against his lips and he swallows something thickly. There are truly no bounds to the thoughts he has had, some tamer than others, but certainly thoughts that have caused brief guilt or shame. How can he stop himself, though? She is gorgeous, irresistible, her lips full and soft and he craves them each time he sees them. ]
[ It is in knowing that her thoughts are much like his own that he truly begins to shiver against her, anticipation bubbling in his belly like molten lava. Surely, he will burst any moment, where he is rather new to this form of conversation. ]
[ The hand at her jawline carefully leaves, fingers drifting down the side of her neck and the chord of her shoulder, tickling down her sides to meet the other so he might hold her closer. One last sideways glance confirms that their tent is properly shut, keen hearing makes certain that they are truly alone from the rest of their company. ]
[ Neria's request that he indulge on his thoughts has his smirk fading fast, and he clears his throat when he feels a deep flush overcome his features. There are many, much of them lewd and what he would find obscene, but he is only a man. A man who has not felt the touch of a woman in a long, long time. Surely her touch would mean far more than anyone else's, and it is something he has anticipated a rather long time. ]
Andraste, preserve me...
[ He chuckles, and it's almost nervous in its delivery. Nonetheless, he works to continue in their meeting, embrace firm to entangle them together where he traps her against the table supporting their plans and reports. ]
Perhaps I might... Do well in showing you. If you will allow, and I am certainly all yours.
[ Maker, he can't wait any longer. After such a long journey, months of good behavior and containing himself, he's prepared to explode. Cullen steals her lips in a passionate, fiery kiss that is both sudden and gentle. Were he to wait any longer, he would have likely been harsher, risking the support of the table's surface. Not to say that might be compromised shortly anyway. ]
[ She remembers years ago when they had first spoken, when she had offered to speak to him and to be his friend...and when she flustered him enough to see him run from her. Truthfully, she would not be surprised if this was too much and if he asked her to stop, and she would easily comply. Neria is here with him for the long haul, a truth that is still terrifying to her. For him, she would do most anything, and there is an odd disconnect between the desire she has for him and the outpouring of love she has for his heart.
So she is not so surprised to hear him swear to Andraste and she smiles just the same, almost chuckling. It's their past come back to remind them of who they were, in a sense, and she is ultimately pleased to find he is still ready to touch her, to continue. He has her caught easily between his hips and the table, and she shudders with anticipation and excitement in his hold. This is a side to him she has not seen before, one she is eager to explore and learn, to encourage.
Neria coaxes him down that little distance to meet her mouth, humming her approval quietly against his lips. He is tender and passionate, warmth and need, and she responds in kind. Her kiss is tender but insistent, encouraging him to give whatever he wants and take whatever he needs from her. Neria breaks away only briefly to murmur to him, so there can be no misgivings, in response: ]
Yes.
[ Yes, show her. Yes, all hers. And then she kisses him again, and again, each growing in passion and fervor, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, their chests pressed together so there can be little space between them. This is what she has craved for so long, this contact with him, removed from the prying eyes of others.
Nothing exists here but him and her, and she would not have it any other way. ]
[ In Neria he finds peace, comfort, a calm to the chaos surrounding them that he never quite knew existed. All of Cullen's life has been immersed in war and madness, only brief stints of peace that are so fast they are easily forgotten once chaos solidifies anew. The instant their lips meet, he has completely forgotten about the world around them, about why they are in Orlais, and it is an ignorance that he can hold onto. No one has been able to truly give such a gift to him, and such a chance is valuable, something to cling to. The way Cullen holds her suggests that very firmly, where both palms lie flat against the curve of her back and drive up her spine to the juts of her shoulder blades. ]
[ Cullen works to support her as he leans forward, holding her tightly as her final word is swallowed in the passionate kiss that eagerly takes it. The table creaks at the pressure, the contents supporting it teetering, pawns on a map dropping to their sides and rolling off the edge. But Cullen pays absolutely no mind to it, no longer thinking of what purpose they serve beyond simply being in the way. ]
[ He hums into her lips, exhales sharply through his nose as the outpour of love on both ends completely steals him. Cullen has never quite been so... Happily lost in his entire life, and were it to end here he is certain he would die fulfilled. A mixture of passionate love and happiness fills his chest, threatens to burst at the mere reminder that they can finally have this. There will be no running away, not even the thought, and not when such a delicious kiss takes him to a place he has never been. He will certainly show her the lengths of his desires, happily so where he only wishes to please her. Cullen can't possibly have enough now, and he seeks more with the parting of his lips, tongue gently driving against the line separating her lips, working to coax them apart so he might taste her fully. His head tilts, eyes tightly shut and just reveling in the way her body presses into his, the softness of her frame in contrast to the rigid edges of his own. ]
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[ Cullen leans into her touch, smile still as bright as it can be despite the color that has left his face. He lets his forehead rest against hers, noses brushing and his eyes close to simply take this in. Take her in. He reaches to her hands, holding them over his face. ]
I'm... Honored. Truly, I am humbled to know that I have been able to make you feel such happiness. You deserve to be held as high as a man can reach, and...
I promise I will ensure these feelings last until my last breath.
[ Maker, he could listen to her say those words a million times. Cullen exhales with content, hands holding gently to her wrists in hopes of keeping her touch. ]
Know that it is in your company, your care that I have been able to thrive. I swear to you, on my word, that I will never leave your side. As your man, I will make it my life's work to keep you happy, to make you feel as loved as you have made me feel.
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I just want you to be yourself. You've given me so much by simply treating me as an equal, not as someone above you.
[ That he has shared his work space with her, his time and his opinion, without fear of her, without feeling confined by their roles or by titles. That is all she wants. But her heart skips a beat at what he says: to make you feel as loved as you have made me feel. Wordlessly, she nods, her throat threatening to close on itself.
To Cullen, he gets a smile, genuine happiness where there was only worry mere minutes ago. ]
I will go with you wherever your journey takes you, whether that is with the Inquisition or without it. When they put away the sword, I will still be here. No matter what comes, you will not face it alone.
[ She has to say it aloud for the both of them, to confirm what she has said before: she wishes to remain with him, no matter the cost. The things she needs to do, her goals, will not impede on what they can have.
Maker, she feels... Elated. Still afraid, yes, but there is excitement in that, and she feels she might burst from it. ]
This is where I want to be. With you.
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[ And even well after his withdrawal comes to a desirable end, the difficulty of finding time for one another remains high. Though the likelihood of either sharing what has become of the two remains low. Just as Cullen prefers it. Many times, Kaia has pulled him aside, tried to prod and pry, find if her influence had succeeded. And each time, Cullen would wave dismissively or vehemently deny. What Neria and he share is their business, private, and surely not something he wishes to allow to interfere with their work. ]
[ Though, the desire to continue holding up such a strong barrier starts to wear down after some time. Especially when private moments quickly fail. Perhaps Cullen should have made a habit of taking breaks before, maybe then his recruits would not expect him to be available even at the latest hours. Stealing a kiss is as difficult as a couple hours of sleep, and to know that it finally begins to get to him is as terrifying as the notion of taking time away from his duties. ]
[ But Maker, he is only a man. How he has somehow began to realize that nowis beyond him. Cullen loves her, cherishes just standing beside her but it is in that love that has been set on the table between them that he realizes his attraction to her might... Slightly be getting in the way of his productivity. He's ashamed, surely, and Neria may have very likely caught him in the middle of passionate prayer to keep him at bay. When this is all over, he tells himself, it will be well worth it for the both of them. ]
[ Months pass yet again, and so the influence of the Inquisition continues on. There are lulls that the entirety of the Inquisition cherishes if only a little, but each mission is an important press forward. Their nightly meetings at the War Table see no end, and each one could run through an entire evening. All gather around, glowing candlelight illuminating what pieces had been placed upon the board the night before. Josephine is the first to share her reports of missions previously finalized, just as Leliana places new pieces along the map. Cullen awaits for them to finish, hand resting over his sword while he focuses on what might be the most valuable step forward. ]
[ Josephine speaks ]
Inquisitor, we've received additional correspondence from Marquis Mantillon. It appears you've an offer to uphold in the Winter Palace.
[ Kaia's smile is crooked, shoulders shrugging. ]
Because clearly I've gained excellent skill in this ridiculous Game I've been forced to play. What of it now?
[ Cullen's brow raises in turn, silent. He isn't fond of the Winter Palace, certainly not of Orlais either. The Game Orlesians play has never been interesting to him, beautiful as Orlais may be. But he can't help but find brief interest when Josephine begins to fully read the letter sent from the Marquis. An easy task, a simple order to a few of their troops to defend an attack. Neria and he could certainly make short work of the matter. ]
[ His neck cranes as he peeks over Josephine's shoulder, desperately trying (and likely failing) to hide that he reads over the large ruffles that decorate her arms. Brow still perked, he looked over to Neria, still silent, in a wordless type of body language where he hopes she is as intrigued as he is. ]
[ At least... In the sense that this might be their first opportunity in some time to find some privacy. His eyes lock on her, Josephine's words drowning out while she discusses what she might be able to do in the form of utilizing favors. His gaze looks to her in a way that says "Perhaps we might... You know?" ]
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And so it becomes more and more obvious that the few moments they managed to secure are not enough. Cullen is frustrated and so is she, if she is to be honest. They'd had hours before, it seems, time when they enjoyed each other's company. Now, it always seems as if one of them is needed, Cullen more than she. When he isn't called away, they are together but surrounded by others, and it becomes a test of wills to remain as stoic as they have been.
Serves them right, she supposes, for trying to be private about their relationship.
Neria stands diagonally across from Leliana at the table, flanking Josephine, and in perfect view of Cullen's expression as he looks disdainful regarding the Game. She smiles privately to herself as she moves a few of the pieces in blue, her soldiers, preparing her own report for the evening. It's then that Cullen catches her eye and she manages to listen in at the last on Josephine's report, Kaia's banter distracting enough to give her a few fleeting moments to watch him. She lifts an eyebrow, glancing at Josephine, and she feigns rapt interest. ]
Lady Mantillon was at Halamshiral, was she not? She's had a beleaguered list of husbands, if I'm not mistaken. She and I had an...interesting conversation.
[ Which leads her to glance at the map quizzically. ]
Defending a small basin will be a simple task, if you'll allow, Inquisitor. Cullen and I could take care of it easily and send word back to you. Surely the Dowager will favor a speedy step for her dance than to circumvent her efforts altogether?
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[ Kaia's attention falls upon Neria, listening intently to what the Warden Commander has to offer. ]
That entire night was a blur if you ask me. I hardly remember even making such a promise. There were quite a few women I promised dances to, I'm sure.[ The Inquisitor shakes her head, but it's in that shift that her gaze meets with Cullen. Suspicious. Her brow raises in particular when Cullen is quick to turn a touch, hand retreating to the back of his head to fuss with his hair. ]
Would sending troops even be necessary? Sounds like something so simple might waste muscle that may be needed elsewhere. Josephine is right to suggest subtlety.
[ The Ambassador opens her mouth to speak on that remark, but Cullen seems to whirl around rather quick. ]
If I may, [ Cullen quickly interjects, which brings a resounding silence among the room. ]
We've gained strong arms over time, Inquisitor. Recruits are arriving by the dozens each week the more we gain influence. The amount of men required would be small, hardly offering much an effect on our numbers. Neria and I are confident in each men returning without loss.
[ And he can't help but sound at least partially eager. Cullen can be persuasive, but not necessarily an actor. His argument is convincing enough, but he meets the gaze of an increasingly suspicious Inquisitor over time, who gazes at Neria briefly before turning back to him. And she is silent. ]
[ Cullen looks her directly in the eye, feeling tense and not daring to look away. He clears his throat. ]
This... Saves quite a bit of time than finding an appropriate one in which to subtly approach the comte, Inquisitor. There is far less risk.
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Maker, they're like children. ]
With the amount of recruits we've been receiving, it might also be a good place to send a small force. Whether or not we hold the basin, of course, is irrelevant; a few well placed Inquisition soldiers can give the facade that we have more waiting in the wings.
[ It's not a lie, really, but Neria is making a good show of pretending that this property is important to them at all. It's a meadery with a walnut farm attached. ]
Besides, a courier or ambassador could be thrown away, imprisoned, or killed with no one the wiser but us. A lesser noble attacking the Inquisition's forces, no matter how small, would be seen as far more scandalous. It will give us time to see if the Dowager has a larger plan in store or if she's simply testing the Inquisition's ability to leap when the challenge arises.
[ And if Neria knows Orlesians, it's the latter, but if the Dowager finds favor on the Inquisition, it might save them a good bit of trouble and a larger headache by attempting to placate every other noble. After all, one must be prepared to dance with the Dowager if they wish to play the Game. ]
Cullen and I could take a handful of men each, post them at the perimeters, and see what happens. We'll have our proof and it will offer a good training exercise for them.
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Never spare an ounce of passion, even for a basin that couldn't even fit a shred of what we already have.
[ The Inquisitor reaches for Cullen and Neria's respective cards, setting them properly within it belongs on the side of Orlais. ]
I may require a song and dance from our retired bard for the next one. Get to rehearsing, Josie.
[ Cullen frowns, but he is quick to cover it with the brush of his hand. Kaia is no fool, and he is sure he's made himself one. Quickly, he walks around the edge of the table. ]
Right. To work, then?
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Oh, they know all right. And she gives the former a pointed look, though Morrigan meets her gaze with a fraction of a smile. For her part, the Witch of the Wilds gives them reprieve, making jest of them while simultaneously drawing attention back to herself as she speaks of artifacts in ruins that could be claimed for the Inquisition, which allows Neria and Cullen ample time to slip out the door.
Neria closes the large doors behind them and stays silent until they are far enough away that they could not possibly be overheard. ]
That's one way to be spontaneous. A basin, of all things.
[ She shoots him a knowing smile from over her shoulder. ]
I cannot believe you pulled that off.
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[ He will need to get over that eventually, won't he? ]
[ Cullen maintains a normal pace in his walk, even if his steps seem to be a bit firmer than normal. They echo down the hall, his grip tightly wrapped around the handle of his sword to release some of the massive load of tension he's developed over time. Once they are a safe distance and Neria begins to speak, he is able to somewhat relax. ]
Yes, well...
[ He reaches the back of his neck again, which is somehow hotter than normal. Cullen has to wonder if his face matches such a high temperature. ]
We will need to quickly find other ways of buying time. Clearly, I am not forged for theater. Your defense likely saved the entire show.
[ A basin. They chose protecting a blasted basin as if Corypheus himself were waiting there. The more he thinks about it, the more it sounds foolish. ]
[ Cullen takes a quick turn towards the battlements, aiming to at least head for his office so they might prepare for the quick trip to Orlais. One last time, however, he clears his throat. And he takes a look behind them to ensure they are absolutely alone. Confirmation of that has him reaching for her hand, tangling their fingers together and holding tight. Without another word. ]
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Neria, for her part, shakes her head at the severity in Cullen's tone. ]
Or perhaps you can make it a point to take breaks and lock your door? Or is that too obvious, do you think?
[ Her smile is just a touch sly, and she shrugs her shoulders. ]
We'll find something. And it will hopefully be a bit more subtle and easy to escape to than a basin in the middle of very little.
[ Cullen searches for her hand and takes it in his, threading their fingers together immediately. She pauses and gives him a smile, genuine, and squeezes his hand. Moments, that's all they have sometimes, but she is pleased to see him indulging when he can. She longs to kiss him just then but they would be seen by someone, or linger too long, and it is a desire she cannot indulge. Instead, she lets go of him only slowly, nodding for him to head back to his tower. ]
I promise you, we'll have our time.
[ Neria releases him and heads on her way, regretful that they cannot spend more time together. But for now, especially with the little display they slipped into back in the war room, they need to keep cautious. The night is spent packing and preparing, and they leave at first light into Orlais. The journey takes several days and allows them a great deal of time together, always in the context of business and work. Still, it allows them those precious moments without the lingering concern that they will be spotted. Even nights with Cullen are somewhat more public than she would like, as they cannot certainly share a sleeping tent among their soldiers, even if that is something they would both prefer.
Their arrival in the basin produces little fanfare...at first. It is agreed that they will slip in under cover of night to occupy much of it, allow their presence to simply be known without a true announcement. They take shelter in the meaderies and buildings there, vineyards spanning long tracks of land between the walnut trees and hollyhock, a sight that is breathtaking in its tranquility.
For all that they joked that the basin is insignificant, it holds a peace that is rare in war, and Neria soaks it in with what small time they have between holding their positions and making preparations for the Comte to eventually come knocking.
Which, actually, does not take long. No skirmish at first, only scouts bringing missives that insist that the Inquisition is infringing on owned property. Now it is a matter of waiting the Comte out to see what he will do.
Parsing through the fourth missive the Comte has given them in the same number of days, Neria sets fire to the parchment, crushing it in her hand with ease. ]
Really, I was expecting something better. The Dowager made it seem as if he'd be at least foolish enough to try to start a fight with us. He's either terrified we're here or brewing trouble behind our backs. At this point, I do not know which I would prefer.
[ A good battle would relieve some of the tension in her and her Wardens, though it will only provoke more bloodshed. Even she can understand that. But they cannot wait forever for the Comte to garner some nerve to make a move or a real statement, and eventually, Cullen and she will be asked to return. Their time will be cut short far sooner than she wishes. ]
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[ Certainly, it is ever clear the reason for doubt of the necessity for troops. There is minor effort in their success, and both Neria and Cullen had been right about no true risk in casualties. Simplicity is a luxury in this time, and he can still at least appreciate the easy victory. ]
[ But at the very least, they have their time. As promised. It will be a few days before such victory is entirely sealed, and that much is made clear as he watches Neria reduce the Comte's letter to mere ashes. ]
Such is the culture patented by none other than Orlais itself. Talk has always been their strong point. Where the Inquisition promises both credible word and supporting action, I'm willing to place coin on the Dowager's terror.
[ Cullen turns away, board in his hand supporting the reports necessary for Skyhold. He glances it over once more, mindfully going over what additions he will make before sending it off by bird, then sets it down. ]
I'll admit, I'm quite disappointed in the lack of action as well.
[ He smirks at that a touch, shaking his head. ]
WRONG JOURNAL, WOOPS
[ She remembers Marjolaine. Cunning and ruthless, and Leliana has learned so much from her. Neria can see it now even if Leliana would deny it; Marjolaine taught her to be a great bard even if it is Leliana who taught herself to be a better person. She has never seen Orlesians work so diligently as she has seen bards move, save, perhaps, for Briala, Celene, and Gaspard. But the world might be ending and their motives are clear. The Comte is a small fish in comparison to the frustrating night in Halamshiral. ]
He's probably hoping we'll send a letter back or, perhaps, that the Inquisitor herself will appear for him to ingratiate himself. She'd probably laugh at him, too.
[ Brushing off her hands from the ash within them, she turns back to Cullen as he sets his board upon the table. She goes to join him, reaching for his elbow unconsciously as she looks over his reports. ]
A few days and he'll crumble, one way or another. He'll either go running back to weep about his losses or strike in earnest, and we'll be there to meet him. Still...at this point, I wager he'll cut his losses and run.
[ At least until he can get proper reinforcements for the area. She sighs and gives Cullen a sideways smile. ]
And then we'll be here even longer to ensure he doesn't come back once you and I return to Skyhold.
LMAO I WAS SO CONFUSED
[ She's certainly laughed at the idea before. And the idea of it is almost tempting for suggestion. But an invitation for the Inquisitor to arrive would mean a change of plan, and call Cullen selfish? But he is quite content with the privacy this lull has brought. ]
Needless to say, we will be ready for whatever outcome. The ball is in their court, and we simply need only to wait.
[ Cullen's attention shifts to her hand, feeling it brush affectionately at his elbow, fingers tickling his arm through the thick fabric that confines it. He certainly hasn't forgotten their intentions, mainly because it is quite frankly all he has thought about since they left. ]
[ There's a soft little exhale in the form of a snicker through his nose, a crooked smile as his hand takes to curve of her waist. ]
I detect hope in such a remark. Should I feel guilty if I wish for the same?
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[ And she can only imagine how she would react to the Comte at this point. The myriad of ways she could embarrass him alone has a small smile on Neria's face, but really, Kaia's absence is a snub in and of itself in the nobleman's direction; she has already made it clear that what the Comte is doing is no threat.
Neria turns to Cullen with a smile, stepping close to him. ]
I cannot see why you would feel guilty. You aren't the only one pleased with this reprieve. A few more days wouldn't hurt.
[ They were wise to choose soldiers unlikely to bother them, competent enough to stand on their own without too much direction. The handful of soldiers without as much experience know to speak to their superiors before coming to Cullen or Neria, and she's glad they have this time to share together without interruption. ]
Every moment we seem to be able to find together back at Skyhold is cut short one way or another.
[ It's no one's fault; they're attempting a romance in the middle of a war that could decide the fate of the entire world. They are both needed. It's simply more frustrating than she anticipated. She remembers wondering, years ago, if allowing herself to feel for her companions on the road would have made things more difficult. Would she have minded then? Should she mind now when she is past the point of caring?
Still, their privacy has been important. And she prefers not being asked so many questions when there is already so much she is fearful of, so many things she has not said.
She smiles. ]
It's been good to be here. Why would I not wish, even selfishly, for a few more days of you?
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[ Cullen finds Kaia's mannerisms in the face of Orlesian folly to be the most entertaining. Much as he keeps his opinion to himself, he's been subject to their ridiculous requests and intentions more than a handful of times. He would agree that they would deserve every bit of sarcasm she tosses. ]
[ He revels in their immediate closeness, gaze falling upon the opening to the tent for but a brief moment. For once, he has no worries about interruption, confident in their troops' competence as much as Neria. That had been a discussion well before their departure, ensuring that this would be possible. The hand at her waist shifts, sliding gently to the small of her back to better close what little distance remains between them. ]
The guilt comes from an old habit that refuses to take its last breath anytime soon.
[ Cullen tilts his head to the side, looking away a brief moment. ]
I do suppose we've earned at least a few days' reprieve.
[ And he says that in all seriousness, despite the tone that suggests his brief regret. He looks back at her, smile still in place. ]
You are right. With our recent progress, I can't recall when I last even had time to take a good look at you.
If only we could slow down time, make each day longer.
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[ Guilt, though... Yes, she can see why he would feel guilty. Cullen has put everyone else first; everything he has done has pushed a cause forward, whether that was the Temple agenda or the Inquisition's. Now he is acting in his own self-interest, something he has very possibly never done before, or has not since he first began training to become a Templar. ]
A shame you were never a Warden. You would have gotten used to some freedoms quickly, even if we are all duty-bound in one way or another.
[ It is a joke in poor taste and Neria's smile does not reach her eyes when she tells it, though she lifts a hand to gently touch the side of his face. Neria almost manages a laugh. ]
You've seen me every day. I don't know how you couldn't have gotten a good look at me.
[ She understands what he is really saying. Since all of...this began, things have changed between them. It's hard to find a moment when she isn't more formally present, geared towards their duties and their respective positions, and seeing Cullen as her partner and comrade-in-arms rather than her lover. And even that is strange to think about, her lover. Her smile broadens just slightly. ]
I wish we could. The few minutes we've had before now somehow aren't enough any longer. Is that strange to say, do you think? I see you often enough but it's-- It's different now, wanting to spend time with you away from work.
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[ But Neria has changed the game completely. Suddenly, he thinks more of having a family and a life outside of fighting moreso than he had before. It was always a desire, a secret, something he felt shame in. But now? He's certain his happiness completely rests on spending the remainder of his days with her. The love he feels for her runs deep, strengthening by the day and it is in the excitement of this moment that he finds his heart swelling almost painfully. ]
[ He manages a chuckle at her joke, poor as it might have been. ]
You're... Probably right. I'm afraid I hardly am adjusted to what little freedoms I have now outside the Order.
[ But that doesn't matter. Cullen leans into her touch, taking a moment to press a gentle kiss to her palm. ]
You are the most lovely creature to walk Thedas. While brief glimpses may remind me of how lucky I am to have you, being able to gaze upon you in a closeness... Touch you...
[ His own hand reaches for her face, knuckles brushing along her jawline before taking a piece of her hair and tucking it behind her ear. ]
It is different now. I believe there are not enough hours in the day for me to enjoy it. I will admit my selfishness there. Were it strange to think time is so quick and fleeting, we'd both be mad.
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Instead, she tries to ground herself in the moment, in enjoying his company and the care he gives her. That, in and of itself, is more than she ever hoped or expected for herself since she was very, very small. Her smile is soft and she briefly ducks her head at what he says, eventually able to look at him once more. ]
You're certain you've never been with anyone before me? The things you say...
[ It's too much. Her ears might be just a little red, even now. Her thumb brushes over his cheek, near the side of his mouth. ]
This is going to be much harder to maintain when we return. You realize that, yes? That we're going to need to continue to sit through meetings and continue to work in the field without anyone being the wiser?
[ Her smile might be one of amusement now. ]
It's going to be quite a challenge. Even coming out here, knowing we would be together, hasn't made it easier to be patient.
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[ But that does not stop him where he is now. Not with her silk cheek warm against his fingertips, dimples under his touch when she smiles and lets her modesty guide her gaze at her feet. Cullen ignores the guilt and disbelief for the distraction that her reaction to compliments creates. Even his face colors a touch, and his smile is gentle against her thumb. ]
I speak only the truth, my lady. It's how I feel.
[ At the mention of keeping this a secret, however? The smile goes a tad crooked. Cullen prefers his privacy, especially when it comes to his love life and what he does behind closed doors. It's unfortunate that a large fraction of his life is out in the open, surrounded by people who look to him for guidance. And it is much the same for Neria, too. People rely on them, follow them. But he catches that glimmer of amusement in her smile, and he can't help but feel some for himself. ]
I've... Thought about that frequently, yes. Knowing what lies between us, what feelings we have shared--
[ Cullen weakly chuckles, looking down as he shakes his head a touch. ]
While I do not worry about my ability to keep my hands to myself, I find that I may feel tortured and bound while you sit or stand a mere few feet away from me.
[ His gaze then shifts back to her, smile nearly a smirk. He won't admit it aloud, but the challenge is actually quite enticing. ]
But you are worth the wait. Every brief moment we share will be a treasure.
I cannot promise the strength of my patience behind closed doors, however. Can you?
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Then you honor me with your words and care, Cullen. I cannot possibly ask for more.
[ Which only means it will continue to be difficult to keep her feelings for him as muted as she can in other company. There will always be fondness for him, concern, care, and these things she can mask well enough as politeness or friendliness. They have been close for some time, enough to spark rumors already. That won't change and pretending they are not as close as they were a month ago will only arouse suspicion.
It will be a balancing act but one well worth the wait, she thinks. No matter how long it takes, she wants their time together to be important, not dogged by their responsibilities and the expectations. She smiles, leaning against the press of his hand. ]
Tortured and bound? Now you make our predicament sound cruel. I can assure you, any time we have will be worthwhile and I promise to make certain of that.
[ Neria reaches up to take his hand in both of hers, bringing his knuckles to her lips. What seems at first like an innocent gesture of devotion - and it is, initially - becomes every ounce as sly as the smirk on his face as she gives him a sidelong and heated glance from beneath her lashes, her mouth still lingering against his fingers. ]
I wouldn't promise something I couldn't keep, Cullen. Why would I want to be apart from you when we are alone?
[ Behind closed doors, neither of them should have to be restrained from being open with their affections. She turns his hand over so she can kiss his palm, allowing his hand close to her face, which she leans into just the same. ]
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[ There are more reasons to keep things under wraps than to make intentions public. And Cullen is content where they are, even when there are more times they must restrain themselves than let loose, so to say. ]
[ Still, this hardly cuts back how badly he wishes to be close to her every waking moment of the day. Cullen commits to memory the playful nature of Neria's gaze, feeling his stomach flutter as her long lashes do. Such a gaze could kill, and the way his heart skips proves as much. Cullen sways forward a bit more, thumb brushing along her lower lip when she softly breathes against his palm. His voice lowers, a deep yet soft tone where he leans his face in close. ]
My choice of words might not have been... Fitting. But I often imagine a moment such as this at likely the most inopportune of times.
[ The hand at the small of her back applies pressure, gently pushing her closer, their hips coming together. ]
Those thoughts keep me awake at night, stir my composure. Now that I have you here, I fear I will never be able to let go of you.
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I cannot say which thought of you is more enticing: that you might find yourself uncomfortable around others while thinking of me...or that you lay awake at night with those very thoughts.
[ Cullen, trying to hide his loss of composure in the war room. Cullen with thoughts of her at night, enough to chase away nightmares. Oh, certainly, the implications can be lewd - and Neria would be lying if she insisted she did not think of them - but she likes those ideas too; he thinks of her as often as she thinks of him, and that is comforting.
She lifts her hand to bring it gently to the back of his neck, fingers sliding through the tips of his hair. ]
I think of you, too, often enough that it's distracting. I feel like I'm lost in all of this, sometimes.
[ Neria meets his heated gaze with a smile, and she kisses his thumb as it lingers on her lips. ]
But I also begin to think of more, of you and I... And I do not want you to let me go. Not here, not now, not tonight. Not until I know more of what you've been thinking.
[ She lifts up a little on her toes to meet him as he leans down. ]
And not until I have more of you.
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[ It is in knowing that her thoughts are much like his own that he truly begins to shiver against her, anticipation bubbling in his belly like molten lava. Surely, he will burst any moment, where he is rather new to this form of conversation. ]
[ The hand at her jawline carefully leaves, fingers drifting down the side of her neck and the chord of her shoulder, tickling down her sides to meet the other so he might hold her closer. One last sideways glance confirms that their tent is properly shut, keen hearing makes certain that they are truly alone from the rest of their company. ]
[ Neria's request that he indulge on his thoughts has his smirk fading fast, and he clears his throat when he feels a deep flush overcome his features. There are many, much of them lewd and what he would find obscene, but he is only a man. A man who has not felt the touch of a woman in a long, long time. Surely her touch would mean far more than anyone else's, and it is something he has anticipated a rather long time. ]
Andraste, preserve me...
[ He chuckles, and it's almost nervous in its delivery. Nonetheless, he works to continue in their meeting, embrace firm to entangle them together where he traps her against the table supporting their plans and reports. ]
Perhaps I might... Do well in showing you. If you will allow, and I am certainly all yours.
[ Maker, he can't wait any longer. After such a long journey, months of good behavior and containing himself, he's prepared to explode. Cullen steals her lips in a passionate, fiery kiss that is both sudden and gentle. Were he to wait any longer, he would have likely been harsher, risking the support of the table's surface. Not to say that might be compromised shortly anyway. ]
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So she is not so surprised to hear him swear to Andraste and she smiles just the same, almost chuckling. It's their past come back to remind them of who they were, in a sense, and she is ultimately pleased to find he is still ready to touch her, to continue. He has her caught easily between his hips and the table, and she shudders with anticipation and excitement in his hold. This is a side to him she has not seen before, one she is eager to explore and learn, to encourage.
Neria coaxes him down that little distance to meet her mouth, humming her approval quietly against his lips. He is tender and passionate, warmth and need, and she responds in kind. Her kiss is tender but insistent, encouraging him to give whatever he wants and take whatever he needs from her. Neria breaks away only briefly to murmur to him, so there can be no misgivings, in response: ]
Yes.
[ Yes, show her. Yes, all hers. And then she kisses him again, and again, each growing in passion and fervor, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, their chests pressed together so there can be little space between them. This is what she has craved for so long, this contact with him, removed from the prying eyes of others.
Nothing exists here but him and her, and she would not have it any other way. ]
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[ Cullen works to support her as he leans forward, holding her tightly as her final word is swallowed in the passionate kiss that eagerly takes it. The table creaks at the pressure, the contents supporting it teetering, pawns on a map dropping to their sides and rolling off the edge. But Cullen pays absolutely no mind to it, no longer thinking of what purpose they serve beyond simply being in the way. ]
[ He hums into her lips, exhales sharply through his nose as the outpour of love on both ends completely steals him. Cullen has never quite been so... Happily lost in his entire life, and were it to end here he is certain he would die fulfilled. A mixture of passionate love and happiness fills his chest, threatens to burst at the mere reminder that they can finally have this. There will be no running away, not even the thought, and not when such a delicious kiss takes him to a place he has never been. He will certainly show her the lengths of his desires, happily so where he only wishes to please her. Cullen can't possibly have enough now, and he seeks more with the parting of his lips, tongue gently driving against the line separating her lips, working to coax them apart so he might taste her fully. His head tilts, eyes tightly shut and just reveling in the way her body presses into his, the softness of her frame in contrast to the rigid edges of his own. ]
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