I'm such a sucker for Trespasser. @damnerons ••••••••••••••••••••• "Marry me?" Evra's heart almost stopped as Cullen's gloved hand came up to cup her cheek, thumb tracing over golden vallaslin, her deep violet eyes fluttered in disbelief. She was left utterly speechless and tears began to gather in her eyes; those words she had never though would come, let alone be asked of her. "Did-, did I say something wrong?" an air of concern and anxiety flitted through Cullen's voice, his grip loosening around Evra's waist. In an instant the mage grabbed fistfuls of the hideous Inquisition uniform he wore and crashed her lips against Cullens. At first there was only the painful clack of teeth and a short huff from the commander, but he found his way, kissing Evra back tenderly. Only when the stray mabari let out a bark did they part, and Cullen's lover find the words. "Yes, a thousand, a million times yes" she murmured, watching as Cullen's honey colored eyes filled with happy tears. Another kiss fell upon Evra's lips, slow and gentle, her commanders arms tightening around her waist. There was no one in all of Thedas that compared to him, his little half smile as he kissed her awake most mornings, quiet nights where they read in silence just grateful to be close to each other, and who could forget his blazing courage? The way his eyes turned to hardened amber in battle. Cullen Stanton Rutherford was her lion, and she was his lioness. Of course her mothers would be ecstatic, not to mention amused. /We have the same taste in men/ And right on cue, a giggle bubbled up to Evra's lips. Cullen pulled away just for a moment, forehead against the elf's, brow furrowed. "Something funny, love?" "I was just thinking. My mothers married an ex templar with a penchant for attracting dogs everywhere he walked, too" "I suppose it runs in the family", Cullen murmured with a grin. "Mmm, tell that to Krie. He's the one marrying an Orlesian. If only Ari was an Orlesian templar, perhaps that would lessen the jokes thrown his way" Evra then reached up on her toes, pressing a kiss to Cullen's jawline, relishing in the way he hummed in approval and brought her ever closer, all the while the mabari barked joyously. Nothing could have made her any happier in this moment. Absolutely nothing. "Maybe Mother Giselle could perform the ceremony, here of course-unless you-" They were locking gazes again, another wave of shock rolling over Evra as she contemplated just how imminent the wedding would be. And how much she wanted it. Her grip on Cullen's arms became vice like as her eyes positively lit up, making the commander chuckle. "We should go ask her now! I think she was talking to Callie earlier in the main courtyard!" "Of course, love. Nothing would make me happier" Evra Mahariel Rutherford. Now that had a ring to it.