I was tagged by @galaxywhale and funnily enough I've actually been writing for the first time in a while - lost in the post-Trespasser Cullen x Amell Sauce once again. Thank you for tagging me, Emily ♥️♥️
I'm curious if and what you guys are working at @isayashai @nabulsi
"I don't know why I came," Cullen said thickly. "I don't know what I was expecting."
"Perhaps you simply wished to see me." Everett's voice was so flat and genuine that Cullen felt almost dumb-struck by the suggestion. He felt Everett's thumb gently stroking over his cheek. "It needn't be more complicated than that."
Cullen swallowed down the anxiety sitting in his throat.
Maybe you can allow yourself this. Without guilt. Without shame.
A wave of relief washed over him as he recalled Amary'll voice, the sense of settlement within himself he left her quarters with last night. The muscles in his shoulders unclenched themselves, and Cullen allowed himself for the first time tonight to actually meet Everett's eyes, calmly and with intent.
They were cooler in the dim light of his room, with moonlight gently reaching through the window. Dark and still like the surface of the pond Cullen sought refuge at as a child. Long, downturned lashes framed Everett's brown eyes, casting shadows beside his uneven, bended nose.
With a steady breath out he relaxed further and could tell that something in Everett's face softened as well. He didn't smile, Cullen felt like he had never seen him smile, but something about his expression...
"I did want to see you."
"Then I am ever glad you came."
A pause, tentative and careful, then Everett bridged the gap between them and leaned in. Just before their lips connected, the mage held off, just a little. A quiet question. And Cullen, to his own mild embarrassment, answered by nodding instead of just leaning into the man on his lap. The quick breath that met his lips indicated a silent chuckle from Everett, and with renewed determination, Cullen closed the distance between himself and the other man, kissing him.
