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[ She won't show her face, won't use her voice. Not when she's having a difficult enough time keeping her emotions in check. Cecily badly wants to keep this event from lending more power to Hadriel's gods, but Rage and Sorrow are getting a lot of power from the Inquisitor today, despite that. ]

Cullen Rutherford has disappeared. His mabari hasn't been able to find him in days. I can only assume he has gone home, at least for the time being. I also vanished and returned, so he may do the same.

[ Not that she can bring herself to have much hope along that vein. ]

If anyone has heard from or seen him, I beg you to correct me. Additionally, if there is anyone who has the ability to nullify magical abilities, I will need your help, since Cullen has gone.

[ There isn't much else to say, not in the public sphere. Not when his wedding band that she'd obtained from Delight is burning in her hand, pressed tight against the skin of her palm. ]

Finally, if anyone saw his last message and was wondering: the dog is well again. Sincerely, Inquisitor Trevelyan

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One can hope. [ She agrees, brows lifting. Does he hope, though? It's difficult to do in these situations, as the Inquisitor herself feels keenly. ] There's no rush for you to believe in that, though.

[ It's hard for her to hope right now, herself. ]

At the very least, we've got each other's company. That's more than enough, you'll see.

[Dorian's really not sure what he hopes for right now, other than perhaps more wine.]

[He raises the bottle, biting back the comment that almost slips out, because she doesn't need to think about how long that might last, or hear about his certainty that either she will leave or he will leave eventually. There was a time limit on every single relationship of course, that was built into being mortal. But they seemed much more pressing in places like this.]

Well, in that case, to company. Excellent, and hopefully not sober for much longer, company.

[He takes a long drink, because they are not lounging in this library to stay sober, Lady Trevelyan. They are here to get stinking drunk]

To company. [ She nods, then drinks; he's right in his thinking that if they aren't imbibing at the moment, then they aren't doing this correctly. ] To intoxicated company before long, I hope.

[ Cecily imagines that he feels similarly. The Inquisitor takes another long sip, savoring it, letting the fuzzy warmth seep through her blood. ]

Mm. [ There's a long, drawn-out sigh. ] Maker, I needed that. This.

[Dorian is definitely all for intoxicated company, that was the whole point of this little venture. So he drinks, a good long swallow and sighs as he relaxes in the chair next to Cecily.]

I think we all do, some more often than others. It's good to have someone to drink with, drinking alone is never as much fun.

[It was also something that drunks and depressing people did. And he was neither of those. Nope.]

Of course not. Unless you're meaning to be miserable alone, in which case you can only do it without anyone else.

[ She's certainly done that one before. ]

Still not fun, of course.

And really, that is a thing to be avoided at all costs.

[Even if he understood the need to be alone with your misery sometimes, he wouldn't ever recommend it.]

[He leans back, crossing his legs as he so often did back home, staring up at the ceiling for a long moment]

I am glad to have met you. I'm sure my counterpart was as well.

[Back home he might have worried about manipulation, but here... well not so much.]

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Sure! Sorry for the delay, OTL