[She watches as his eyes drop to her lips for a moment and Creators, it would be so easy to just... rise up on tiptoe and kiss him. Easy now, but complicated after. No matter how much they both might want it. And that it’s the both of them wanting it in the first bloody place is.... more than she thought possible.]
Impractical how?
[She is grasping at reasons why distance would make sense, to try and persuade him that she’s right, even if the thought of succeeding bothers her more than it should. It’s so bloody complicated. And what she wants doesn’t correspond with what she should do. What she thinks might be for the best.]
There’s no Inquisition, here. We’re not... we’re not anything. We’re not even...
[She’s not his Inquisitor. She’s a stranger, despite their building friendship. Distance shouldn’t be impractical. It should be simple. Easy. Other than the fact that she doesn’t want it. And neither does he. Neither of them wants to keep their distance and she doesn’t know what to do with that. She knows what she wishes to do, and she knows what she probably should do.
He brushes his lips over the vallaslin on her forehead, and her eyes flutter closed for a moment. It’s just a kiss on her forehead. She shouldn’t... it shouldn’t affect her so bloody much.
Her other hand lifts, coming up to slide along the line of his jaw, her thumb brushing his cheek as her own gaze drops to his lips for a moment.
This time she doesn’t quite manage to swallow the use of his personal name.] Cullen.
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Impractical how?
[She is grasping at reasons why distance would make sense, to try and persuade him that she’s right, even if the thought of succeeding bothers her more than it should. It’s so bloody complicated. And what she wants doesn’t correspond with what she should do. What she thinks might be for the best.]
There’s no Inquisition, here. We’re not... we’re not anything. We’re not even...
[She’s not his Inquisitor. She’s a stranger, despite their building friendship. Distance shouldn’t be impractical. It should be simple. Easy. Other than the fact that she doesn’t want it. And neither does he. Neither of them wants to keep their distance and she doesn’t know what to do with that. She knows what she wishes to do, and she knows what she probably should do.
He brushes his lips over the vallaslin on her forehead, and her eyes flutter closed for a moment. It’s just a kiss on her forehead. She shouldn’t... it shouldn’t affect her so bloody much.
Her other hand lifts, coming up to slide along the line of his jaw, her thumb brushing his cheek as her own gaze drops to his lips for a moment.
This time she doesn’t quite manage to swallow the use of his personal name.] Cullen.