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WARNING. This following chapter contains spoilers from dialogues with father related to the later part of the Institute quest chain. I'd advise against reading if you wish to discover that for yourself. Part V Für Elise `~*~´ Slow, drifting. The melody from the piano was a slur in the end in my mind. Calling, bringing. They were sounds I haven't heard for two decades now. Two centiuries. And as they filled my ears, they thrilled me to follow the notes that still remains inside my brain. They had ever since I first heard them from when I was a child. I may not have played in years, but I can still follow the small, black dots

Part IV This ceiling can't hold us `~*~´ "Where's Cutler?" It rained. Or, well. It started to rain first now. Because the setting wasn't bad enough as it is. Slowly and steadily it increased and soon the symphony of the drops hammered hard without yield against the roof and down in the hole where the long and lone counter was placed. Where the barstools has been thrown away from their original post. She sounded incredibly angry. Her face instantly confirmed it as she stepped inside and away from the waves. I merly stood there by the entrance with its door wide open, unable to speak. Just as the day we had met. And the closer she came,

“No one has to know.” - 806 Words / Cullen x Nesira (Inquisitor) / SFW (though hints at things seen) Nesira stood in front of Cullen’s door, her fingers just inches from knocking on the door but she faltered. Should she disturb him? It wasn’t fair for her to be bothering him when he had so much to do. It was early in the morning as well with the sun barely touching the horizon. Her fingers eased from the fist as she wanted to knock on the door as she had no confidence to disturb him. The lingering sentiment that she was no match for this situation and made her turn on her heels and walk away. She decided she might as