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Skyhold gets quieter and quieter as the days move on. It's not a complete stand-down; there's cleanup to do, stragglers to round up, the same sort of business Alistair remembers from the months after the Blight. The Thaw, as Wardens call it. Thedas is thawing again, but the fortress only grows colder for it.

He won't lie: he'd feel warmer if Kieran and Morrigan were still there.

When Cullen suggests a vacation, Alistair lights up, only to deflate slightly when he realizes they'll be "vacationing" in Orlais. There's business to attend in Val Royeaux -- not the sort of business that'll keep Cullen occupied from sunup to sundown, but enough to require an in-person visit for a week or so. On the one hand: Orlais. On the other: he can't argue that time away from Skyhold, especially in Cullen's company, will help.

...So will the cheese, probably.

(Look, as Alistair has said many a time, he is a very predictable man.)

They room at a small place in the university quarter that's downright plain for Val Royeaux. Libraries for Cullen, a cafe around the corner for both of them, limited contact with people trilling about whatever stupid, petty scandal's hit the court this week -- it could be far worse. Alistair takes to writing his letters at the cafe, usually accompanied by some flaky pastry or another.

Today, they're cheese-filled. It's hard to descend too far into a personal funk when you've got a cheese-filled pastry.

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He stretches into the touch, a little, like a cat looking to have its ears rubbed.

"Just think," he murmurs, "I might've lived the rest of my life under those blankets if you hadn't shown up. You've done the world a great favor." A beat, just long enough to pop another almond into his mouth. "Or possibly a great disservice."

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"What's wrong with being under blankets?" Cullen asks mildly.

At least his wince is nearly entirely internal. If this is because of what he did at the cafe --

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Without missing a beat: "Gets too warm in the summer."

Another almond.

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Cullen huffs a laugh.

"We live on top of a mountain in the Frostbacks, my love," he murmurs against the top of Alistair's head. "There's no such thing as summer."

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A small grin. (It might be a little doofy.)

"True," he allows. The grin fades; a sigh follows, as he fiddles with the rim of the paper bag. "And hopefully by the time we're back there I won't be so...grumpy. No need for blanket caverns anymore."

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"Mm."

Cullen considers this. Reconsiders a few things from the cafe.

(Maybe -- maybe it's not entirely his own fault?)

He returns to running his fingers through Alistair's hair, slow and heavy. "Tell me about it?"

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Alistair nods a little -- not enough to shake off Cullen's hand. He keeps toying with the bag.

"I was writing to Kieran," he says. "Earlier. It's -- sinking in that I may not ever see him again. By the time he's grown and set off on his own I..."

His mouth twists.

"Well. It's already been nearly twelve years since I took my Joining. Maker knows how much longer I have, especially since I lived through a Blight." A breath. "At least I had some time with him, and I'll keep writing until he tells me to stop, but...I don't know."

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Yes.

What happened at the cafe makes a lot more sense, now.

There's no outward sign of Cullen's reaction.





"Write a second set of letters."

Quiet.

"To be delivered -- after. With the things you want to say, but can't right now. It'll help you, if nothing else." Beat. "And you might consider, in a few months... telling him that."

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Alistair nods again. Curls closer.

He can count on one hand the number of times he's even mentioned his Calling around Cullen, let alone discussed what it means for them. With his split from Weisshaupt -- and with finding someone who will very likely outlive him -- it twists his gut in a way it hasn't for years. He hates thinking about it. Hates talking about it.

It's why he makes a grab for some kind of lightness when he says, "Yes. That seems like a far better strategy than hiding under a blanket forever."

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And why Cullen answers in kind. "I've been told I'm not terrible with strategy, once or twice."

(There's always the chance that Cullen might outlive Alistair, but not have the mental faculties to know it.

As far as he's concerned, they're both aware that any time they have at all is a gift, and any domestic fantasies are mere bedtime stories to keep the worst of the shadows at bay.)

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"Definitely not terrible." He closes his eyes. "So not-terrible they even gave you an army, I heard."

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"It mostly runs itself," he says modestly.

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"Leaving you enough time to fetch some sugared almonds for the love of your life when he's moping." Alistair's smile finally returns. "Lucky for me."

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Cullen laughs softly. "I'd fetch you sugared almonds any time."

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"Wait until I shake you awake in the middle of the night with a sugared almond craving."

Peaceably, as he tilts his head just enough to kiss Cullen's chin.

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"As long as we're somewhere I can obtain them, you're welcome to do it."

Alistair wouldn't really do it, he figures; even if Alistair did, it's not like Cullen can't function on little to no sleep.

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Alistair chuckles. "You're so good to me," he murmurs. "...You'll make faces if I say I don't deserve you, won't you."

Considering the faces Alistair makes every time Cullen says that, it'd be only fair.

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"Really wretched ones," Cullen agrees, still running his fingers through Alistair's hair.

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"Mm. Then I won't."

That comes out on a long, contented sigh. He wraps one hand around the bag; his free arm wraps around Cullen's middle.

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"...if I'd known you liked them so much I'd have got you some a long time ago."

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He cracks open one eye; his smile turns lopsided again.

"They're nice enough," he says. "But it's especially nice to be lured out from the Blanket Caverns by something sweet."

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"And to think I almost went with something practical." He leans his head against Alistair's for a moment. "Are guests allowed in the caverns? Or is it a one-cave, one-hermit sort of thing?"

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"Guests are allowed once they've been properly vetted. Or if they've bribed the head hermit with treats."

He squeezes Cullen, a little.

"I think you pass muster."

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"There. My objective achieved." Cullen closes his eyes.

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Another soft laugh.

Shifting about as little as possible, Alistair digs out two more almonds from the bag. One, he pops into his mouth.

The other he waves just beneath Cullen's nose.