[ .. it's his cassandra! finally. he could absolutely hug her if it wouldn't embarrass her-- he's that glad to see her. it's terrible that they're trapped here--that any of them are trapped here--but if he has to be, cassandra is a good one to be trapped with.
he finds that he's practically beaming at her, and has to struggle a little to get his expression back under control. ]
It's.. very, very good to see you, too. [ no, really. but he's not sure she's quite ready for the other-versions-of-thedas explanation just yet. .. on the other hand, she seems to be doing fine with this place's strangeness, so maybe cullen's already spoken to her about it.
his smile takes on a strained edge as a camera flashes nearby, and he digs out a little money to pay for some kind of mulled cider for them both (hopefully it's not too pumpkin-spice-like). he offers her one of the paper cups, then nods toward the edges of the festivities so they can meander their way out of the bustle. he doesn't really want some kind of outlandish article written about the two of them later, after all. he can just imagine the look on her face if she happened to see it. ] Your feelings aren't that different from mine, then. [ narrow shoulders lift in a small shrug. ] On one hand, it's good to see everyone, and it's.. nice having the break from the chaos. On the other, I just want to get home and finish things.
[ he curls his left hand, squeezing it into a fist, letting himself really feel the familiar ache of the anchor in his palm. it's always, always there.. he's just grown accustomed to ignoring it. ]
picks u up and puts in pocket
he finds that he's practically beaming at her, and has to struggle a little to get his expression back under control. ]
It's.. very, very good to see you, too. [ no, really. but he's not sure she's quite ready for the other-versions-of-thedas explanation just yet. .. on the other hand, she seems to be doing fine with this place's strangeness, so maybe cullen's already spoken to her about it.
his smile takes on a strained edge as a camera flashes nearby, and he digs out a little money to pay for some kind of mulled cider for them both (hopefully it's not too pumpkin-spice-like). he offers her one of the paper cups, then nods toward the edges of the festivities so they can meander their way out of the bustle. he doesn't really want some kind of outlandish article written about the two of them later, after all. he can just imagine the look on her face if she happened to see it. ] Your feelings aren't that different from mine, then. [ narrow shoulders lift in a small shrug. ] On one hand, it's good to see everyone, and it's.. nice having the break from the chaos. On the other, I just want to get home and finish things.
[ he curls his left hand, squeezing it into a fist, letting himself really feel the familiar ache of the anchor in his palm. it's always, always there.. he's just grown accustomed to ignoring it. ]