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[bringspeopletogether]

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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[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen, still in his shirtsleeves, is by the window, fiddling with one of the straps on his breastplate.

(He's also humming one of the Orlesian drinking songs from last night.)

Other articles of clothing are neatly and tightly folded to exacting standard. It's a shame that the stack of paper in the window seat seems quite... high. Pity Cullen's horse.

[bringspeopletogether]

"Cheese destiny fulfilled," announces Alistair. He snags the letter to Cousland -- that'll be going in the fire later, thank you -- and shoves it deeper into his pack, piling some of his clothes atop it. "Let the huddling commence."

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen glances up with a small, warm smile.

"I'm almost afraid to ask for details."

[bringspeopletogether]

"Not many to share."

He joins Cullen at the window, leaning his shoulder on the frame.

"It's staying in the kitchen tonight. Less temptation and less smell." He nods to the stack of papers. "Need to load some of that into my bags?"

[howtoactfereldan]

"Mm. Perhaps."

Tentatively he moves behind Alistair, resting a cautious hand on his hip. "Not much left of it to do."

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair smiles. He covers Cullen's hand; guides it slowly around to his abdomen, leaning back against Cullen as he does.

(It feels -- remarkably nice. Like they've spent far longer than a day and a half apart.)

"Shouldn't take me long to do the same. I might put it off 'til morning."

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen leans his head against Alistair's, bringing his other arm around.

"If you sleep until midmorning, let's see... that'll put us on the road by sundown, if we're lucky."

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair wrinkles his nose.

"I swear upon my freshly-purchased wheel of cheese," he says, gently prodding Cullen's hands, "that I'll be awake before sunrise."

[howtoactfereldan]

"...meaning if you're not," Cullen says with slow glee, "I can throw out whatever atrocity it is you brought home?"

[bringspeopletogether]

"Brie is not an atrocity," says Alistair, mock-affronted. "It's delicious. Haven't you ever had it with jam?"

[howtoactfereldan]

Pitched low, right in Alistair's ear:

"You won't convince me it ought to be eaten, Theirin."

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair hums; it trails into a soft laugh.

"More for me, then." Beat. "Unless I wake up after sunrise, I suppose."

[howtoactfereldan]

"And then none for you." Content.

[bringspeopletogether]

"Precisely."

Slowly, with care, he slides a hand to cradle the back of Cullen's head. His fingers loosely tangle in his hair.

"Though I have to say -- " Laughter still trails through his voice. " -- you sound a little too pleased by the prospect, ser."

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen sighs, quiet, happy.







"When we're back home," he murmurs, "you might go a full day without mentioning cheese."

[bringspeopletogether]

"Seeing as I won't be able to run around the corner to get a fresh wheel whenever I want, instead of digging up whatever Skyhold's got in the kitchens..."

He works his fingers a little deeper into Cullen's hair; begins kneading, gently.

"It seems likely."

[howtoactfereldan]

"I can't begin to tell you how much I'm looking forward to it."

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair snorts, amused.

"That doesn't mean you're free of all my prattling, you know."

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen tightens his arms around Alistair for just a moment. "Nor would I want that to come to pass."

[bringspeopletogether]

"Good."

Softer, as his hand slips back down to cover Cullen's. He closes his eyes.

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen lifts his head long enough to kiss the very tip of Alistair's ear before settling back down.

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair shivers a little.

A few moments pass, in contented silence, before he slowly turns in Cullen's arms. He rests his arms on Cullen's shoulders and links his fingers together behind him.

Then he leans in for a sweet, gentle kiss.

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen laughs quietly, and leans his forehead against Alistair's.

"Theirin." Warm.

[bringspeopletogether]

"What?"

Smiling.

[howtoactfereldan]

"I'm acknowledging your presence." A kiss at the corner of his mouth. "I find I quite like it."