With a chill, Evelyn walks into her boudoir from the balcony, leaves the mountains ranges and the wreathing morning mist behind. Still it is early in the morning, nothing alive yet, only the perennially snow and the sun.
Snowflakes flying wildly in the frozen air, reminds her of the Heaven's training ground. The emerald green light from the breach mixed the pale yellow of the sunlight glowed upon Cullen's armor, while his amber eyes glinted in the sun.
His worrying about her safety before she left for Val Royeaux somehow arose a sense of security which she thought had already been lost under this tearing sky. Although she had been in Heaven for a while, the inquisition was more likely to a responsibility for Evelyn rather than a sense of belonging, but not anymore.
On the Skyhold's battlement, Cullen's eyes are blurred by the reflection of the early sunlight. His cheek languishes with pale and anguish, tries his utmost to hide his trembling limbs under his armor. Snowflakes are dancing in the morning ray, shining like Evelyn's flamy hair.
It was at Heaven's training ground, he recalls, when he almost gave a whole lecture to the Herald of Andraste, who seemed to be a fragile young lady with the weight of the world, was standing on the submontane snowfield, smiling at him.
Her ruby lips parted sweetly and remained while she was hearkening his faith in the inquisition. A piece of snow melted on her fair cheek, like a droplet of spring rains scattering on a leaf of jasmine flower. Just then, his heart revived.
"How do you feel?" Evelyn hugs him from behind around his waist tenderly, rests her head on his back, her gentle voice brings Cullen back to the Skyhold's battlement. He has been avoiding her since he tried to drive her away, an attempt which is bound to fail obviously.
For fear that his cold armor may freeze off Evelyn's delicately formed hands, Cullen removes them and turns quickly, then warms her hands by his own. "I will survive." He tries to hide his pain with a pleasantry.
After a small talk with Hawke, Evelyn determined to ignore Cullen's pretended apathy, she will never walk away if she can not deny her affection, especially when the two hearts throb as one.
Her nanny once told her an romantic exotic anecdote which said that one encounter in this lifetime between two souls acquires five hundreds glances in their previous life. Well, in view of what happened to her, it must cost her countless glances to meet Cullen, not to mention that her heart has already drifted to his side.
Evelyn sees the wearies and pains in Cullen's eyes, with a reaching hand, she tries to touch his cheek, but Cullen stops her, "We have to..."
Before he finishes his heartbreaking words, Evelyn raises herself on tiptoe and pecks his scar on his upper lip.
"If the one in whom I have lost heart do not stay, neither I will remain." She says to Cullen, just before he holds her tightly.