"It's his choice to stay straight-faced," Solona smirks. "But I know you can do it, ol' boy." She pats Cullen's armor and it gives off an awkward, padded, metal sound. The poor templar feels like puking. Like all of his insides were at the back of his throat already and just one small action would set him off.
Cullen sighs, then groans, then finally lets go of Nellie's hand. If he was going to do it, he was going to do it. He kisses her cheek. He was doing this for her.
"I'll be back," he whispers, giving her a small smile before exiting the room.
"Oh, how sweet," Solona smiles. She playfully hits Anders on the shoulder. "You never do that for me."
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Date: 2011-09-28 12:52 am (UTC)Cullen sighs, then groans, then finally lets go of Nellie's hand. If he was going to do it, he was going to do it. He kisses her cheek. He was doing this for her.
"I'll be back," he whispers, giving her a small smile before exiting the room.
"Oh, how sweet," Solona smiles. She playfully hits Anders on the shoulder. "You never do that for me."