“N-no, I wasn’t… crying, I just h-had something in my eye is all…” For whoever inspires you most :>
ok wow it’s a little sad how long it took me to write this but have 500 words of the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff! (and it’s cullrian btw because those two inspire all the things!)
Dorian’s in his office when Cullen returns from his meeting with the Templar Commander in Minrathous. For once he feels like he’s achieved something, and is hoping to start training the Templars within the week on how to use spells without resorting to heavy use of lyrium.
He throws open the door to the office, looking forward to seeing his husband again, and is taken aback to see Dorian hurriedly stand up and shove something inside his robes. He doesn’t look at Cullen, instead turning towards the window.
“That was quick!” Dorian says, and Cullen frowns. Dorian stands stiffly, crossing then uncrossing his arms, and Cullen can hear him taking slow, deep breaths.
“Love, what’s wrong?” he asks, crossing the room quickly and standing behind Dorian. He slides his arms around his husband’s waist and settles his chin on his shoulder. “Are – are you crying? What happened? What is it?”
“Shut up, I’m not crying,” Dorian snaps. “Something in my eye, that’s all.”
“I’m fine.” He’s stiff in Cullen’s arms, and as he pulls away, a wrinkled piece of paper falls from his robes. Cullen grabs it before it hits the floor and is about to hand it to Dorian without looking when he catches a glimpse of the signature.
“Give it back!” Dorian makes a grab for it, but Cullen takes a closer look.
“It is! This is the letter I wrote you two years ago!” It’s faded and the edges are torn, the entire thing looking like it will soon fall to pieces along the fold lines. Clearly, it’s been read and re-read a thousand times over, and Cullen swallows around the sudden drop of his stomach.
“Amatus–” Dorian starts, then stops. He finally turns to face Cullen, his cheeks and ears dark with a blush.
“You received it? And you’ve kept it all this time?” Cullen can still make out the words, the hopelessly flowerly declaration of love he had scribbled down after Dorian left Skyhold for the last time. He’d been missing him terribly and had written the letter late one night, adding it to the pile of outgoing correspondence and waking up too late the next morning to hide it from the runner who picked up his letters every day.
Dorian has never mentioned it before, and Cullen has until now vaguely hoped his lover hadn’t received it, hadn’t read the painfully intense words spurred on by loneliness and fortified by brandy.
“Dorian,” Cullen begins, but Dorian shushes him with a finger on his mouth.
“Of course I kept it,” Dorian says quietly, his eyes still shining. “An unconditional declaration of love? How could I do anything else?”
Cullen’s heart swells until he feels like it must burst from his chest. Feeling somewhat overcome, he finds himself incapable of words, instead pulling Dorian in for another hug. This time Dorian doesn’t resist; he buries his face in Cullen’s shoulder, whispering what Cullen has learned are endearments in Tevene.
“I should write to you more often,” he says, and Dorian hums agreement.
“Next time, write me a naughty letter,” Dorian replies. The words are muffled, but Cullen can feel the curve of his mouth as he smiles, and he laughs.
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