I’m kind of stuck at the hospital for the next few hours (nothing life-threatening, little brother was in a car accident, I provided transporation so his girlfriend could stay home and take care of their baby) so I’m gonna spew headcanons about things to occupy myself.
Laurel spends entirely too much time thinking of a present for Cullen, especially since she has months before she even needs to start worrying about it. Crushes are weird that way. It’s through a conversation with him where he starts talking about the education he received from the order, and the subjects he lingers over when she lets him run away with his story, that she finally figures out what she’s going to get him.
By the time the Inquisition arrives at the Arbor Wilds, they’ve been fighting this war for near a year and a half, and Laurel and Cullen have been an item for just over a year. And she’s looking at him as they’re preparing their troops the morning of the attack and thinking of how much she fucking loves this stupid, blonde man. How much they’ve risked, and how much more she’d risk to keep him safe, as stupid as it sounds, as ludicrous as it is because he’s a soldier and more than capable of taking care of himself.
And before she knows it, she’s walking towards him, her mind set. After all they’ve been through together, and what they’re going to face together, she knows there’s no one else she’d rather do it with - and she feels the burning need to tell him that, to make sure he knows.
When she walks up to him, she blurts out, “I want to marry you.”
And that’s how the Herald of Andraste proposes to the Commander of the Inquisition.
Of course he says yes.
She stuff the little leather journal Cullen gave her for her birthday with his letters. Mundane reports, clarifications of military tactics, advice… and later, more friendly, personal ones. All those loose pieces of paper he’d noticed? Half were from him.
She loses the journal after Haven is destroyed, when she’s thrown clear of the blast that separates her from the few that had accompanied her to the catapult. When she faces Corypheus and his dragon. Some of Cullen’s men find it later and, seeing the embroidered lion, thinks it’s his. So they hand it over to him.
A piece of paper slips out and he kneels to pick it up - and sees it something he wrote. When he slips it back inside, he notices more letters. All from hi. All of them preserved.
It warms his heart more than the fire at his fingertips.