Mornings like this were Cullen’s favorite; curled up into his wife’s warm, silky body, their legs tangled loosely underneath the soft quilts of their bed. Both were pleasantly naked, a result of many hours spent simply relishing in one another’s love and company the night previous.
He felt Arian begin to stir from where her head was nuzzled into his chest, and he reluctantly shifted his arms so she could slowly sit up and stretch out her upper body. She looked down at him fondly afterward, an affectionate smile blooming on her cheeks.
“Maker, you’re a sight,” Cullen whispered to her sincerely, his eyes roaming over the expanse of her semi-flushed skin and coming to settle on the soft mounds of her breasts.
Arian giggled and swatted at his chest playfully, then went to slide off of the mattress - but not before bending forward to leave a tender kiss to her husband’s lips.
Even now, nearly four years since they had first revealed their affections for one another, such a gesture left his heart thundering. He made such known as his hand came up to twine around the tendrils of hair at the base of her neck, deepening the kiss, before hesitantly letting her go.
Cullen, mesmerized, watched as her nude form swayed toward the dresser in the corner of their room, a barely-audible sigh of wonder leaving him when his eyes settled on the newly-formed swell between her hips.
“Emma lath, I hate to pry you from bed, but your sister will kill us both if we’re late for brunch again,” Arian told him over her shoulder as she dug out a loose gown and went to slip it on.
Cullen chuckled softly, shaking his head. Surely his sister would understand if he wanted just a few more hours that day in his wife’s sole presence. Even so, he begrudgingly got up, stretching out his arms as he went to grab the tunic and breeches Arian had graciously pulled out for him.
It took everything in him to not let his hands go astray when Arian asked him to help braid her hair. That didn’t stop him from relishing in the soft shivers his fingers entailed as they cheekily brushed at her neck and ears.
“If I hadn’t promised Mia that we wouldn’t dally…” Arian trailed off once she caught on to his subtle actions, moaning breathily as Cullen pressed his lips to her neck.
“I suppose that gives us something to look forward to when we return home,” he rumbled in her ear, before nibbling at the lobe with a mischievous smirk.
Arian groaned. “Creators take you, you awful man,” she whined halfheartedly.
Such a statement only filled Cullen with prideful satisfaction.
That moment after she survives Haven, when he looks at Lavellan—really looks at her—and sees something he didn’t expect to find in this Tranquil world. That is my absolute favorite look he ever gives her.
Nindarhmen and his twin sister see each other again after a little more than seven years.
Two Grey Wardens walked purposefully through Skyhold’s main gate this morning.
The first one none other than Carver Hawke, the late Champion of Kirkwall’s brother, determined to make the Lord Inquisitor answer for his decision to leave his sister behind. Closed expression on his face, piercing clear blue eyes, Carver wasn’t unhappy to finally arrive in the stronghold.
The second Warden was an elvhen woman, who seemed no less capable than her partner despite her small stature. Her long crimson hair, tied in a ponytail, was lightly moving with each step she took. The deep blue of her vallaslin was a striking contrast on her dark skin, and many of Skyhold’s people did a double take when she walked past them.
You know what I find really hurtful about Solavellan? That fact that when Lavellan reaches out to him in sadness, he wards her off as though his life depends on it.
Even when she is no longer reaching for him, he is guarding himself against her sadness.
But he does nothing to guard himself from her anger.
The most he does is windmill his arms the very first time she shoves him, and after that he just sticks a leg out to brace himself. But he allows her to shove him. Again and again.
He takes her physical attack with nothing but a sad expression.
But her sadness causes him to put up a panicked guard.
Basically, Solas is more afraid of allowing her to touch him in sadness than he is of allowing her to strike him in anger. I firmly believe his resolve would’ve broken if she had managed to grab him. here come the tears