#c: colum cousland

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@spilledw1ne / morrigan ❝ i don't like most people, but you're an exception. ❞

Morrigan must have known the effect her words would have, the insufferable grin she would receive from Colum. Perhaps that had been her goal, and if so she had succeeded admirably. And if the words had only been spoken without thought to their effect, well, he'd be happy for that too. The more of Morrigan he saw behind her guard, the deeper he fell for her. So much had changed between the two since the Kocari Wilds.

"And glad I am to be such a rare exception," he replied. "I like you as well, Morrigan." His intent was relayed more bluntly, the sentiment behind the words obvious in his tone and gaze, for he enjoyed seeing her reaction such blatant affection.

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@spllledwlne / morrigan Morrigan wants to pull her hands away — wants to, but can’t, not with the way he’s pressing them to his chest, as if asking her to trust him for just a little while. To see him like he sees her. Her fingers shake despite herself, and she wants to say something smart about bewitching him away from his task. But all she can think about is the way the heat of him envelops her through that small touch alone.

The moment hung precariously between them. He can tell that Morrigan isn't fighting him, but herself, and the notion of accepting the feelings between them. He doesn't want her just to see him, though. He wants her to see them. He knows he isn't the only one whose caught in these feelings.

So much of his life had been planned down to the last detail. Now all of those plans and intentions laid shattered, and from it he had found the one person that made this world make sense to him.

His touch brushed her knuckles before running down the length of his arms and to her waist to pull her close. The action left her hands free to wander the expanse of his chest at her own leisure, to savor every second of this moment.

"Do you see me?" Colum leaned closer. A mere breadth away from her touch, his heart beat wildly, not out of nerves but from the depth of his affection for the woman in his arms. "Morrigan..."

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@trustbutvcriify​ / xander trevelyan “i don’t care that it’s 2:00 am, we need pie.” ( colum -- xander )

“Is that what you’re craving at this hour?” Colum looked amused at the idea. “Well, who’s to stop the Inquisitor from getting pie at 2AM. Don’t tell me you have to nick it from the kitchens. I used to do that, but I was ten, and nan had an awful temper about deserts at ‘inappropriate’ times.” Really, who was to say 2AM was an inappropriate time for pie? Every time was appropriate for pie.

Colum set aside his pipe and rose, gesturing for the door. “Shall we?”

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sb: wow how did you get so good at fighting colum: well, my sister flew into a fit of rage whenever I teased her about liking one of the squires. it made for a good workout session

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@bardstale​​ / anora mac tir

Colum had never been on the prisoner side of a dungeon, but he could check that off his list now. He could also add escaping a prison to it, and though he and Alistair had made progress on their own on that front they had been more than glad to run into Oghren and Zevran on the way out. Suffice to say, Colum had seen enough of Fort Drakon to last a lifetime.

Somehow, though, he had never expected to see Anora again, especially once he became a Grey Warden. That was simply a path that drove him further away from both court life and her. Not that it mattered, she had her whole life planned, whether she wanted it to be or not, and those plans did not include the Cousland boy.

He tried now to forget the moment he found her again, the shock that traveled through his system. Then, the eventual wake to reality when she sold them out to Ser Cauthrien. She really hadn’t changed from the girl with the skinned knees who demanded they stop stinging.

There was no time to rest and bathe, there was too much work to be done regarding the Landsmeet and the Blight, and he had to speak to Anora. Properly, this time, not in a fleeting moment when they both stared wide eyed at each other. 

First, they both convened with Arl Eamon and Alistair, and Colum didn’t see reason to let on that they were childhood playmates. It didn’t affect much at the present. Afterwards, once the other two had left and it was simply him, her, and her servant, he smiled more casually.

“And here I thought my princess would come rescue me from oblivion.” 

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