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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]

"What, our herd of cattle?"

[bringspeopletogether]

"We've an entire herd now?"

He starts to laugh again, low and fond.

[howtoactfereldan]

"Things that need jam also need butter, Theirin."

[bringspeopletogether]

"Hm. That seems like a remarkably correct dairy-related opinion." Thoughtful. "I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere."

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen takes the opportunity for a kiss.

And says, lightly, "Sorry, what was that? I got distracted."

[bringspeopletogether]

"...my cue to shut up and look pretty, then?"

Not that Alistair minds terribly.

[howtoactfereldan]

"At least the latter part won't be a challenge for you."

[bringspeopletogether]

That garners a tiny snort of laughter.

"Flatterer," he murmurs, before stealing another kiss of his own.

[howtoactfereldan]

"Truth-teller," he counters after a moment.

[bringspeopletogether]

"Mm. I'd argue -- "

Another kiss, lighter.

" -- but this is more fun."

[howtoactfereldan]

"I must not be terrible at it, then, if you prefer it to talking."

[bringspeopletogether]

"Not terrible at all." Solemn. "Exceedingly un-terrible, in fact."

[howtoactfereldan]

"Good." The word comes out on a sigh; he tucks his face in the curve of Alistair's neck, and tightens his hold. Muffled: "'S what I like to hear."

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair turns his head just enough to kiss Cullen's temple. He settles one hand back in his hair; picks up the slow kneading again.

Murmured: "I'll tell you that as often as you need, too, should you like."

[howtoactfereldan]

He leans his head into Alistair's hand. "You just like talking."

[bringspeopletogether]

"A side benefit." He draws his thumb along Cullen's hairline. "Not the main one."

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen lets out a mm of appreciation. Maybe acknowledgment. Maybe both.





"I missed you too." Soft.

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair's smile warms.

"You're stuck with me." No louder. "And I'm -- relieved you're still all right with that."

[howtoactfereldan]

"Try humbled by it."

[bringspeopletogether]

As improbable as it may seem when he's on a full-bore rambling streak, Alistair does sometimes find himself at a loss for words. Like now.

He fits his arms more snugly around Cullen; draws him closer, in silence.

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen could observe that the silence is the best thing he's heard all day, but that would rather defeat the purpose.

So he lets it go for a few moments longer before lifting his head enough to kiss Alistair's neck. "Anything you'd like to do with the rest of the day?"

[bringspeopletogether]

He suppresses a shiver, badly.

"Besides crawl into bed and make up for the time we spent missing each other?"

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen laughs quietly. "Before we get distracted, yes."

[bringspeopletogether]

"Well..."

He trails a hand down Cullen's spine, thoughtfully.

"I have my cheese. I wrote my letters. I took a walk. I could take another walk and finish a few more letters, but there's nothing pressing to share."

After spending far too much time thinking about Rainier for his liking, Alistair's ready to shove that news away in a box somewhere. Lavellan isn't making her decision for a few days; that could mean a few days' peace, if Alistair's of the right mind.

[howtoactfereldan]

"'Important news: Cullen remains a satisfactory partner.'" Cullen taps a finger thoughtfully on Alistair's back. "'Thanks to his incredible foresight, we have expanded our planning to include an entire herd of cattle, and no, we shan't be sharing our bounty unless you come muck out the stables at least twice.'"