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" this is cecily trevelyan of the inquisition. i cannot be reached at the moment, but if you leave your information i will reply quick as i can. "

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[ by the fourth, cullen is steaming. it's not even about her leaving the house without a note, really, but it's an easy thing to pin his anger on. so when he comes home from a walk with pup to find her gone again with nothing to point to where she went, he texts her. ]

I never thought you were this petty.

[ The truth is, she isn't this petty. They both know it... usually. Right now, though, the almost virus-like sense of irritation that's made itself at home inside her is justified; she'd gotten what she wanted. There was no note, no word of where she'd gone. He's annoyed.

It doesn't feel good; the feeling twists around in her stomach in deep, dark, negative bitterness. ]

I've always said you think too much of me.

You can't excuse poor actions with self-loathing.

[ he would know. ]

Andraste's ass, this is NOT about my self-loathing. I won't be constantly shut in and playing house when there's work to be done. I'm obviously fine and could be reached immediately with this.

And what happens when you aren't fine? Are you truly going to make me wander the length and breadth of this place looking for your body? There's no guarantee I'll make it there before the scavengers.

You're being reckless. Is your ankle even healed?

[ She thinks of the illusions Fear had made them see before he even arrived. Of his, and the others', bodies strewn across the grass, bloodied and battered and decaying.

Her mind buzzes distantly with fear, but it's nothing compared to the rage that's swept the caves. ]

You're being maddeningly dramatic. I already know you don't think I can take care of myself. You don't need to beat the subject to death. Never mind my dammed ankle. Have you even gone out of town? Do you know there's a full armory here? I'd have thought that you of all people could appreciate the value of it.

Of course I have. I was one of the people who wanted the blighted armory.

Don't try to change the subject. This is about you and your selfish disregard for the people that care about you. I don't care a whit about you going out on your own when it's not cold enough to kill an Archdemon. I know you're a capable fighter. But you're not alone here and you keep forgetting that.

Yes. It's so bloody selfish to want to learn more about the now-third god who's got us trapped here so that maybe we might find a way back. WHAT is it exactly you would have me do? The longer we're kept here, the greater their power grows. I'm not about to sit by and let this happen. To let them besiege us with monsters and do nothing for my own bloody safety.

Void take you, Cecily, you know I'm not asking you to stop working! All I want to know is where in this blighted place you're planning on being in case one of those gods decides they're not feeling charitable.

In case you hadn't noticed, they are NEVER charitable. They've been trying to kill us for months and I am sick to death of this entire place. I don't need a blighted nanny. You've got my blessing to leave my body wherever it falls, should you find it. At least then we won't have this fight again and again.

[ the thing is, this fight is ridiculous and stupid. cullen knows that even as he draws it out. yes, he would like to know where she is and he thinks that's a reasonable request for a variety of reasons. but yelling at her about it wasn't--well, it wasn't smart but he didn't think it was that terrible a thing, either. not until she tells him to leave her body, anyway. that sends both a lance of pain and a bright spark of anger through him.

he doesn't reply. when cecily eventually comes home, she'll find a note left on her pillow, cullen and pup nowhere to be found. ]

Sleeping in one of the empty apartments tonight. I'll be back when we're both a little more level-headed. [ it says. and then, smaller, hastily scrawled at the bottom: ] Please don't ask me to leave you to the monsters and demons ever again.

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