[There will be quite a lot of wearing very little. She’s fallen into wearing silk nightgowns to sleep in because they’re comfortable. And her purposefully choosing something to wear around him that involves very little fabric... is in their future.]
No, we’re safe from that, unless Varric should arrive in the Quarantine. And then all bets are off.
[She suspects their dwarven friend would be very amused at the two of them. And would absolutely throw it into one of his books just to vex them.
She laughs softly.]
I certainly find it hard to believe. And a great deal harder to picture.
[That is the hardest part of this. The knowledge that when she returns to her Thedas, the Cullen waiting for her will have no memory of this. Won’t remember their kisses. The hot springs. And it breaks her heart.
But she would rather spend what time she can with him here, now. For as long as she can. (She can thank the cultists for one thing, at least.)
She doesn’t want to waste anymore time. Which is why, heedless of her injuries, she is going to press close to him and rise up on tiptoe to kiss him fervently.]
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No, we’re safe from that, unless Varric should arrive in the Quarantine. And then all bets are off.
[She suspects their dwarven friend would be very amused at the two of them. And would absolutely throw it into one of his books just to vex them.
She laughs softly.]
I certainly find it hard to believe. And a great deal harder to picture.
[That is the hardest part of this. The knowledge that when she returns to her Thedas, the Cullen waiting for her will have no memory of this. Won’t remember their kisses. The hot springs. And it breaks her heart.
But she would rather spend what time she can with him here, now. For as long as she can. (She can thank the cultists for one thing, at least.)
She doesn’t want to waste anymore time. Which is why, heedless of her injuries, she is going to press close to him and rise up on tiptoe to kiss him fervently.]