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Solona had been giving it some thought ever since Anders brought it up. Escape the tower together? Her, Nellie, him and even Cullen? It was crazy but the way Anders explained it, it just might work. Surprisingly, Cullen agreed to do it, with Nellie's powers of persuasion of course.

So now the four of them are off to escape the Tower. Hopefully everything goes according to plan.

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"She sees a kindred soul, perhaps," Solona chuckles. "And he's doing a pretty good job predicting the templars' actions." She takes a gulp of wine again and sighs happily. "Do you always drink like this after your escape attempts?"

Cullen keeps on chatting on with the man. It was nice to actually have conversation that wasn't about planning their next route or bickering with either Anders or Solona.

"So, where are you from exactly then, ser?"

Cullen gulps down his drink, hissing a bit at the burning sensation the alcohol sent down his throat.

"Denerim, actually," Cullen admits.

"Denerim? That's a bit far off, don't you think?"

"A bit, yes," Cullen smiles. "But that's where I was born and raised."

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Anders shrugs and takes another swig, nodding a bit.

"Well, he is a templar...if he couldn't predict them, we'd be screwed...and of course I do! It's a sign of freedom, and I need this! Besides, every other time, I've been dragged back, so I take what I can get...you know?"

Nellie bites her lip, listening in. She didn't know much about Cullen before he was a templar, and it never really came up...was he really from Denerim?

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"Ah, but I know what you didn't have all those other times you escaped," Solona smirks. She sets the bottle down for a second by the night stand. Her fingers were beginning to tingle. She's never had that much to drink in one go and the less than half full wine bottle may have been a bit too much to drink so hurriedly. But it only made her a bit bolder than usual. She takes Anders' bottle as well and sets it down beside hers. Then she straddles herself on top of him and pins him down on the bed. Chantry clothed and all.

Downstairs, Cullen can't even believe that he was baring his life out so easily to this man. Maybe he should stay away from alcohol for a while.

"So, tell me about yourself then, ser. What brought you to becoming a templar?"

Cullen takes another swig from his mug. "My father actually," he admits. "He was in the Order as well and, well, I suppose it was just expected of me to follow in his footsteps."

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Anders smirks and takes the hint, leaning in close and whispering in her ear, his breath hot on her throat.

"For starters, I didn't have you..."

Nellie smiles slightly. Oh, Cullen. That sounds like something he'd do...she feels guilty about eavesdropping like this...her smile fades and she goes up the steps a bit, not leaving completely. She's gotta make sure to distract Cullen when he starts to come back up.

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Solona moans, brushing her lips against the side of his face, down to his neck. "Pity, no?" She smirks as she nips at his flesh. "Well, you have me now, Andy."

Cullen feels like it's about time he head up. He gave Anders half an hour to bathe and get himself straightened up before it would be Cullen's turn. Maker, he needed the bath. He felt sticky from sweat from walking and it would be heavenly to have his muscles soothed by the warm water.

He excuses himself from the conversation with the tavern owner who graciously nods saying that it had been a long day. Cullen smiles, feeling a bit guilty for tricking the man, but happy that they were accommodating anyway. He makes his way up the stairs until he's stopped by the sight of Nellie.

"Nel? What are you doing here?"

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Anders smirks, working at the collar of Sol's robe.
"I do indeed, Sister Solona..."

Nellie smiles at Cullen.

"I was waiting for you to come back up. You know how Anders is, he's so obsessed with looking nice he'll take at least an hour to bathe...I figured we could just talk until he's done preening himself."

Technically, everything she says is true.

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Solona can't stop giggling. It wasn't the first time they tried out roleplaying as Chantry folk but it certainly was the first time they were wearing actual robes.

"Brother Anders!" Solona gasps. "We can't do this in the house of the Maker!"

Cullen doesn't even bat an eyelash at Nellie. He just nods. And he really did want to spend some alone time with her. So he smiles. "Where would you like to talk?"

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Anders smirks. "The Maker loves you, Sister Solona. He has spoken to me, and ordered me to show you how much He loves you."


Nellie smiles and shrugs. "We can go to my room. Less of a chance of bugging Anders that way."

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"Show me the light, Brother Anders," Solona purrs, pressing herself against him.

Cullen smiles. "But what about Solona?"

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Anders smirks. "Oh, I will." He carefully removes her robes, since they can't afford to ruin them.

Nellie smiles and shakes her head. "She went back out. You know how she is. I told her not to draw too much attention to herself, though."

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Solona peels away at his robes once hers are off her body, trailing kisses anywhere her lips could touch. "I sort of miss the thrill," she whispers against his skin. "Of being caught by templars." She adds a smirk. Her hands dance away on his skin, caressing his shoulders and arms and sides.

Cullen nods. "Are you sure it's safe to just let her out there on her own? It is her first time out in an actual village since you both were small after all." He opens the door to Nellie's room for her and politely gestures her to enter first.

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Anders smirks, hands roaming over her body. "We could still get caught by Cullen..."

He nips at her neck.

"So we should move fast, love."

Nellie smiles and nods at him, entering the room and sitting down.

"She's a better people person than I am. She's got 2 years of experience on me, after all. I'm sure she'll be okay."

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"Fast? Just the way I like it," Solona grins, sliding down his body and gripping his length in her hands. She begins by slowly stroking it, swirling her tongue around his tip. Once she could feel his pulse quicken, she hastens her pumps, taking the head into her mouth and sucking hungrily on it.

Cullen nods, "I trust you." He smiles at her and paces around the room a bit. It was the first time since that morning that they were both alone. And Maker, he couldn't keep his mind off the perfect way he woke up-- despite the fact he was awoken by nature's call. He thought of the way her chest slowly heaved and fell and her soft hair spilling across her serene face. He couldn't take it.

He rushes to Nellie, leaning down in front of her and he cups her cheeks in his hands. He pulls her in for a deep longing kiss. The poor man has been wanting to do that since the day started and now finally, they were alone.

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Anders groans, trying to be as quiet as possible. But she's making it very difficult for him to stay quiet. Anders bites his lip to fight off the noises.

"Fuck, Solona...'m not gonna last long if you keep this up..."

Nellie smiles and blushes a bit, kissing him back and wrapping an arm around him.

"I was hoping you'd do that, love..."

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Solona likes the sound of that. She replaces her hand with her mouth, taking as much of him as she could. Then she starts humming and sucking hungrily. Maker, he tastes so good.

Cullen grins, thumbing at Nellie's cheek, her face still cupped in his hands. "I've been wanting to do this the whole day, actually," he admits sheepishly, leaning in to kiss her again.

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Anders groans again, biting on his lip. Maker, she's got a magic mouth...

"Solona...!"

He's so close, so very close, and the feel of her teeth on his cock, scraping as she sucks, it sends him over.

Nellie smiles at him again, kissing him gently, blushing.

"Me too...but it doesn't really go with the whole Chantry Sister act, does it."

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Solona moans, letting him fill her mouth. She giggles then, finding amusement in the fact he didn't have the freedom to moan as he usually does-- and she did know how much he liked to moan. Then she swallows. Salty, sticky but he tasted delicious. With a few more gentle sucks, she releases his length from her mouth, licking her lips with a very smug grin.

Cullen can't help but laugh. "True. And it wouldn't look good for a templar to just assault a Chantry Sister with affection, would it?" He pulls a chair over and sits across her, taking her hands and locking his fingers with hers. "Now, you said you wanted to talk?"

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Anders groans slightly, sighing.

"Maker, Solona, you have a magical mouth..."

And he grins wickedly, kisses her again.

Nellie smiles and nods.

"I think you'd be the one in trouble if you tried showering me with affection while we're all dressed up like this. They'd think you'd gone nuts or something."

She shrugs a bit.

"It's odd, though. I've known you for 2 years, and I don't really know too much about why you became a templar...were you telling the bartender the truth? I didn't really mean to eavesdrop, but I thought a Chantry Sister just coming down to the bar would look a bit odd..."

It's not the most romantic conversation in the world, but she's curious now.

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"And you love me for it," Solona grins, arching her body into the kiss and bringing her hands up to tangle into Anders' hair. "Among all my other charming characteristics."

Cullen gulps. Had she really heard all of that? "I-- Well-- You never really asked and m-my life r-really isn't that interesting." He sighs. "I just enjoyed talking about you more, love."

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Anders smiles and kisses her again, grinding against her.

"I do, it's true. Now, unless your sister is an incredible smooth talker, we're probably running out of time..."

Nellie blushes and nods a bit.

"I wanted to ask, but I always thought you were just given to the Chantry. I know a lot of templars got into the Order that way, so I just assumed...and it's not like my life has been any more interesting. I've never even seen Denerim, and you're from there."

She smiles.

"Is it nice?"

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She's left a bit breathless-- and she did want to kiss him more. But he did have a point.

"I should be getting back then." But she can't help but press her lips against his again hungrily.

Cullen smiles back. "I-- My father never forced me into becoming a templar. It's just that he wore his armor so well and had been ever since I was born. And his sword," he sighs dreamily, "I've never seen a better sword in all my life. I swore to myself that I would learn to wield one someday and then I did; and then I became a templar."

It was good to open up to her about this. He doesn't know why he never did so before.

"Denerim is... Nice, yes. Busy. Full of buildings. A grand market place as well."

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Anders sighs, nodding.

"I know. But I haven't done anything for you yet, love..."

One of his hands is tracing small circles on her stomach, and it goes lower, reaching between her gets as he smirks and inserts a finger into her.

Nellie's eyes widen at the idea of a big marketplace. She's always liked those big areas with all the stalls and goods around.
"Your father would be proud of you, Cullen. You're a good templar. You're not like the others, you're fair and you don't think we're all monsters the minute you see us."

She was always used to templars hating her because she was a mage, and templars treating her poorly for the same reasons. Cullen was different, and she loved that about him.

"Do you have any siblings?"

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"Oh, Anders, you don't have to-- OH!" She barely noticed his hand on her stomach but the sweet surprise of his finger inside her makes her buck her hips against his hand. Solona covers her mouth with her hand, blushing and stunned at the noise she made. "Was that too loud?" she asks sheepishly.

Cullen blushes. It's not the first time Nellie has praised his being different from the others but just to have her say it again makes his heart flutter. "Thank you," he replies, "although not all of us see mages as monsters, believe it or not. Father taught me to be fair." He shakes his head at her question. "There's only me. Sadly. It would have been nice to have a sister or a brother or both, honestly."

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Anders shakes his head. "I think you're okay...I hope he didn't hear you....I'm sure he didn't."

He smiles, moving his finger in and out of her, before inserting another finger.

Nellie smiles. "Your father sounds like a good man. Did he work at the Circle too, or did he serve at a Chantry?"

She laughs a bit.

"I have to admit, I'm a little jealous. Solona and I never knew our father."

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"But how terrifyingly kinky if he did," she replies with a smirk. Solona bites on a finger as he continues to work her, trying to muffle her whimpers and moans. He felt so good. And when he inserts another one, her head lulls backwards and she encourages his ministrations, rolling her hips against his hand.

"My father works at the Denerim Chantry, actually," Cullen replies with a smile, wondering if he'd ever see his father again. Then he thinks about the horrified look on his father's face when he finds out that his only son suddenly disappeared. "It was a bit painful to leave them when I was assigned to the Circle but he told me that whatever I did, he'd be proud." And hopefully he would approve of Cullen's actions now.

He squeezes Nellie's hand. "Never knew your father? You mother never married?"