[ He's kind, patient, the way he's always been when she most needs it. She rests her head against the rough bark of the tree, endlessly grateful that he'd found the Inquisition and deigned to join, that he's been at her side through most everything. ]
I know we've spoken about this and I won't belabor it. [ Neither of them want or need that. ] Then... you really think it can be done? That the thought of actually having this child doesn't paint me as a complete arse?
[ Bull and Dorian may have been debating the timing, but she hadn't exactly intended for this. Maybe some part of her, somewhere she's tried to keep down, but the more time she's spent tucked away in this little daydream, the longer it seemed possible... and here she is.
What would Cullen say if she came back and said she couldn't go through with it? Cecily sighs heavily, brows still furrowed in consternation. ]
I need the truth, I need to do what's best for everyone. Not only myself.
[ Maker, but he wants to shake her. It'd be easier if he were there right now, and when he has that thought, it clicks. There's no reason he can't go right now, even for just a few days and then figure out something closer to when she gives birth. He jerks his chin to his escort, taking a different path to Maevaris' estate rather than his own. ]
I do truly, honestly believe that if anyone of us were to have a child, you are the most capable.
[ Now, though, he pauses, hesitating. His teeth dig into his bottom lip a moment, trying to figure out how to say this as gently as possible. ]
If you want the child, then you should do it. If you don't want the child, that's your choice. You need to do what's best for you, now. Not everyone else.
[ She has to believe him. The indecisiveness and uncertainty are too much and leave a bad taste in her mouth; she's made more important decisions that affected a larger number of people before in a shorter amount of time. This, though... is different, but she can't put her finger on exactly why. Maybe because she'd never really took the time to consider herself seriously as a mother. Maybe because she'd never considered that she'd have the opportunity.
If he were here - But - ]
I need some time to decide, but I won't take long. [ Obviously, it's time sensitive, but she also knows that once she makes a choice, she'll be able to figure out how it all fits into her life, rather than agonizing as she is now. ]
Dammit, Dorian. You know I'm not normally this... off of my head.
[ REALLY and she hates what this has done to her is it too late to blame the baby ]
My consolation is that I'll have fresh ambition to lure everyone into visiting. Maybe even at the same time, if I can manage it.
[ He won't push for further details or for more information on what she wants or what she's thinking. Instead, he exhales quietly, standing outside of Maevaris' gates, leaning on them lazily. ]
I'll be there, of course. I'm certain we can wrangle the Chargers, too, though I'm not certain I'd trust them around a child if that were the case. They'd likely try to put a sword or a bow in its hand.
[ She laughs lightly, beginning to gather herself up, rising from the base of the tree. ]
Maker, I think I'll have enough of a time trying to keep most of the Inquisition- the former Inquisition from arming my child. I'm not sure I could live with myself if its first word were to be Bianca.
Dorian rolls his eyes even if it's not visible and then starts to unhook the gate. ]
Let's hope things don't come to this, yes? And in that vein, I'm going to speak to Maevaris. There's no reason I can't duck out of my responsibilities for a short while and come visit you.
[ And yet she picks up on it, chuckling as she begins to move through the grass.
Until he mentions visiting, and she stops. ]
What, now? [ eep ] Are you - Really, I'm not about to run off, or anything else drastic; I can handle myself for now, at least. And you won't- or, I hope you won't be seeing a baby even remotely soon.
[ He can't see her devilish grin as it appears, but the relief at smiling in earnest and the joy of the idea of being able to speak with Dorian in person are more than evident in her voice. ]
I most certainly would rather you did and I'll be cross if you change your mind.
[ She's practically grinning, the difference in her mood from not an hour ago being such a vast difference from the present. She clutches the crystal close, taking a deep breath. ]
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I know we've spoken about this and I won't belabor it. [ Neither of them want or need that. ] Then... you really think it can be done? That the thought of actually having this child doesn't paint me as a complete arse?
[ Bull and Dorian may have been debating the timing, but she hadn't exactly intended for this. Maybe some part of her, somewhere she's tried to keep down, but the more time she's spent tucked away in this little daydream, the longer it seemed possible... and here she is.
What would Cullen say if she came back and said she couldn't go through with it? Cecily sighs heavily, brows still furrowed in consternation. ]
I need the truth, I need to do what's best for everyone. Not only myself.
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[ Maker, but he wants to shake her. It'd be easier if he were there right now, and when he has that thought, it clicks. There's no reason he can't go right now, even for just a few days and then figure out something closer to when she gives birth. He jerks his chin to his escort, taking a different path to Maevaris' estate rather than his own. ]
I do truly, honestly believe that if anyone of us were to have a child, you are the most capable.
[ Now, though, he pauses, hesitating. His teeth dig into his bottom lip a moment, trying to figure out how to say this as gently as possible. ]
If you want the child, then you should do it. If you don't want the child, that's your choice. You need to do what's best for you, now. Not everyone else.
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If he were here - But - ]
I need some time to decide, but I won't take long. [ Obviously, it's time sensitive, but she also knows that once she makes a choice, she'll be able to figure out how it all fits into her life, rather than agonizing as she is now. ]
Dammit, Dorian. You know I'm not normally this... off of my head.
[ REALLY and she hates what this has done to her is it too late to blame the baby ]
My consolation is that I'll have fresh ambition to lure everyone into visiting. Maybe even at the same time, if I can manage it.
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[ He won't push for further details or for more information on what she wants or what she's thinking. Instead, he exhales quietly, standing outside of Maevaris' gates, leaning on them lazily. ]
I'll be there, of course. I'm certain we can wrangle the Chargers, too, though I'm not certain I'd trust them around a child if that were the case. They'd likely try to put a sword or a bow in its hand.
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Maker, I think I'll have enough of a time trying to keep most of the Inquisition- the former Inquisition from arming my child. I'm not sure I could live with myself if its first word were to be Bianca.
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[ What a passable impression of Cassandra.
Dorian rolls his eyes even if it's not visible and then starts to unhook the gate. ]
Let's hope things don't come to this, yes? And in that vein, I'm going to speak to Maevaris. There's no reason I can't duck out of my responsibilities for a short while and come visit you.
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Until he mentions visiting, and she stops. ]
What, now? [ eep ] Are you - Really, I'm not about to run off, or anything else drastic; I can handle myself for now, at least. And you won't- or, I hope you won't be seeing a baby even remotely soon.
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[ He sounds almost gleeful at the prospect of that. ]
If you'd rather I don't, that's quite alright, but I wanted to make the offer.
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[ He can't see her devilish grin as it appears, but the relief at smiling in earnest and the joy of the idea of being able to speak with Dorian in person are more than evident in her voice. ]
I most certainly would rather you did and I'll be cross if you change your mind.
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[ His own smile is audible over the phone and he makes his way into the estate's front yard, the clank of feet behind him. ]
I'll see you shortly, then, hm?
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[ She's practically grinning, the difference in her mood from not an hour ago being such a vast difference from the present. She clutches the crystal close, taking a deep breath. ]
Take care, Magister.