[ again and again, Amell is hit by the incredible reality that even outside of the tower, her life continues to be encircled. It doesn't take a moment to recognize the man sitting on the steps, and she approaches with caution. Because even if this is Cullen, someone she grew up besides no matter how complicated their stations were, there is still a pile of staffs and the smell of burning robes.
She clears her throat and tries to ignore the smoke stinging her eyes ]
Cullen.
[ and that is all the familiarity she can allow for now. Something of incredible magnitude for Kirkwall's circle has happened here, and she can't help that small, doubtful voice echoing in the back of her mind. The one that whispers of Cullen's words after Uldred, of the hardness that had entered him during his imprisonment by the desire demon. She doesn't want to think the worst, but there are dead mages and dead templars and Amell has sadly grown use to being disappointed in people ]
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Date: 2013-07-24 01:20 pm (UTC)She clears her throat and tries to ignore the smoke stinging her eyes ]
Cullen.
[ and that is all the familiarity she can allow for now. Something of incredible magnitude for Kirkwall's circle has happened here, and she can't help that small, doubtful voice echoing in the back of her mind. The one that whispers of Cullen's words after Uldred, of the hardness that had entered him during his imprisonment by the desire demon. She doesn't want to think the worst, but there are dead mages and dead templars and Amell has sadly grown use to being disappointed in people ]
What's happened here?