[sandbox]

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair surprises himself: he adapts to the Basin a lot quicker than he expected.

The camps feel -- snug, he decides. In a good way. Trees overhead, a limited number of egress points, a vantage point so high it puts every night by the ladder to shame: they're not the stone walls of Skyhold, but maybe they're the next best thing. After an initial restless night or two, he sleeps soundly.

(Knowing he's surrounded by lots of people with sharp, pointy weapons? Also helpful.)

Joining the patrol rotations seems like a decent next step. No point in being in the field, especially after all that training with Bull, if he's just going to twiddle his thumbs all day.

Comments

[howtoactfereldan]

Mostly gentle, a little arch:

"...give your skill some credit there, too."

Cullen nestles closer.

[bringspeopletogether]

And that, finally, draws a small laugh out of Alistair.

"Competent enough to stay alive and competent enough to make you fall in love with me? I suppose I do have some talent after all."

[howtoactfereldan]

"Your talents are quite impressive."

[bringspeopletogether]

"Careful." He rests a hand on Cullen's hair, mussing it gently. "I'll have an ego the size of a castle if you keep this up."

[howtoactfereldan]

"A castle without stairs?"

[bringspeopletogether]

"Not a one."

His laughter gains a solid footing.

"Gentle slopes everywhere you look. Or it's all one level and just a very broad sort of castle."

[howtoactfereldan]

"I look forward to seeing what shape it takes. Which I suppose would require more effort on my part."

[bringspeopletogether]

"By showering me in compliments every two minutes, you mean?"

[howtoactfereldan]

"Every five." After a moment. "I'm willing to be patient."

[bringspeopletogether]

"One of your many virtues."

He smooths his palm down Cullen's hair, resting it on the back of Cullen's neck.

"My properly-sized ego thanks you."

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen arches his neck a little, and lets out a soft sigh.

(And, after a beat, tightens his hold on Alistair.)

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair's smile warms further.

He presses Cullen's neck, fingers gently seeking out the familiar places where his muscles tend to cramp.

[howtoactfereldan]

"Skill," he murmurs.

[bringspeopletogether]

He chuckles. "Fortunate for me," he says, as his fingers continue their work, "I've had plenty of opportunity to practice on a willing recipient."

[howtoactfereldan]

"Fussing," he mumbles, sleepy.

[bringspeopletogether]

"It's my last chance for a few days."

Quieter than he means. Still smiling, though.

"Can you blame me?"

[howtoactfereldan]

"Mm. No."

His fingers curl inward, resting on Alistair's chest.

"But you have to rest too."

[bringspeopletogether]

"I will." Soft. "I promise."

(It may not happen right away -- it probably won't, if Alistair's being honest -- but it'll happen. Eventually.)

With his free hand, he covers Cullen's.

[howtoactfereldan]

Another soft sigh; Cullen doesn't say anything else, breathing slowing and deepening.

[bringspeopletogether]

Before Cullen can drift all the way off, Alistair touches his lips to his forehead. "Love you," he whispers.

And then he falls into his own silence; and, in time, joins Cullen in sleep.