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[closerift]

" 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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[closerift]

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.

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[ 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.