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4: Future

-In which the chaos is over, Evelyn is safe and Corypheus is dead. Now Cullen has a very important question-

Cullen still couldn't believe they were all still alive. A hole in the sky, demons pouring out of rifts everywhere and a crazy Darkspawn magister trying to kill them wasn't a sure fire bet for survival.
Yet here they all were, barr Solas, who had disappeared after the final fight, one month later, and it still felt like a dream.
Maybe all the praying he had done, asking for Evelyn to come back to him safely, had actually worked. Or maybe his good luck was at it again.
The night that they had fought Corypheus, Cullen had wanted to grab Evelyn and carry her somewhere safe so she wouldn't get hurt, so he didn't have to face the possibility of a life without her. But he hadn't. Instead he had kissed her, hang the fact that everyone was around watching them, told her he loved her, told her to come back to him, then retreated to his office to pace back and forth like he always did, waiting for news that his beloved was OK.
When she had finally arrived back at Skyhold, battered, bruised and tired, yet alive, he pulled her close, lost himself in the smell of her, and decided to never be away from her again, if he could help it. It was then that Cullen made a decision, and today was the day he decided he was going to do it, even if it too meant an excessive amount of pacing.
He had arranged for a picnic, which was all set up on a blanket behind him under the shade of a towering tree, in Ara small clearing just south of Skyhold. He had left specific instructions for Evelyn in a note left on the desk in her bedroom, including where to meet him.
All she had to do was turn up.

A rustle of leaves and a soft grumble, that Cullen was pretty sure was a masked profanity, alerted him to Evelyn's arrival before she even came into view. When she did, Cullen heart skipped a beat.
She was wearing a light blue dress, which flowed to just below her knees, and a pair of dainty shoes, probably loaned from Leliana if he had to guess. Her hair was out of its usual ponytail, and now hang round her face in soft ringlets, adorned with a blue flower.
"Makers breath," Cullen gulped. "Y...you look so beautiful." He held out his hand to her and she took it, blushing furiously at his compliment.
"Thank you," she took in the sight around her, spying the food, wine and candles. She smiled lovingly at him. "Did you do this?"
Cullen chuckled nervously and rubbed his neck. "Yes well... I know its nothing fancy, o..or anything expensive, like you deserve..." his train of thought was cut off by a passionate kiss planted on his lips. Evelyn moaned seductively, almost causing Cullen to forget why he had got Evelyn to come here. Fortunately she pulled away, albeit reluctantly.
"I love it," she reassured him.
"Good," he lent in again to steal one more kiss. "I'm glad."

After they had supped on an array of treats, from cured meats, mini tart, small Orlesian cakes and, Evelyn's favorite, strawberries dipped in chocolate, they cuddled close to each other, Cullen's back lent against the trees trunk, Evelyn coiled against his chest.
"Today's been perfect," she mumbled contentedly.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Cullen stroked his fingers through her hair, teasing at the curls, finding that it calming his nerves. He took a deep breath. "Listen Eve, can I ask you something."
"You know you can."
"Do... do you ever think about the future?"
Evelyn chuckled. "Are you kidding. It's all I've thought about for the past month. It's easier to picture a future when you don't have a crazy Darkspawn magister trying to kill you," she chuckled and he smiled down at her feeling clamer about what he was about to ask.
"I imagine it is," he kissed her forehead. "Why do you ask?" she sat up and turned her head towards him.
"I...I've wanted to ask you something for a long time, a very long time actually." He took a deep breath.
"Cullen?" Evelyn glanced at him worry plastered on her face. "Are you OK?"
"I've never been better," Cullen assured her. "But I need to say what I need too before I lose my nerve."
Evelyn smiled. "Then just say what you need to my love."
Cullen sighed and stood, walking away from her, composing himself with what he wanted to say.
"Evelyn," he turned to face her, met by her look of quizzical wonder. "When we first me we were both polar opposites. But I fell for you anyway, despite reasoning with myself that I shouldn't. I found myself wanting to be around you constantly, finding myself lost when you were not around. I thought I was going to lose you more times than I can count, only to have you by some miracle, brought back to me." He dropped back down to her side and took her hand. "You are the most beautiful, smart resourceful woman I have ever met, and I have never felt worthy of the love you give me."
"Cullen..." Evelyn face flushed red. His hand came up to cup her face.
"Evelyn Trevelyan, I love you. And I want the whole world to know that you are mine," he slid the gold band out of the pocket he had kept it in. "Will you make me the happiest man in the world by becoming my wife."
Evelyn's eyes were wide, her mouth open in shock. The serious look on Cullen's face made her cry tears of joy.
"I will," she sobbed. "Of course I'll marry you." She laughed and jumped into his arms, causing them to both fall backwards, laughing as they rolled over in the grass, Cullen landing on top. He slid the ring onto her finger, watching as she stared at it in wonder. He kissed her over and over, happiness filling his heart.