Headcanon Cullen’s New Addiction: Touch

Light caresses. Brushing hands. Lips pressed together. Bodies intwined as though they could become one.

He needs to feel her. Not because he can’t do another second without having her, but because he needs her touch. The feel of her skin pressed againist his is something that calms that quiet, aching part of his mind.

The one part that burns for lyrium. That part that always whispers that he never escaped that Circle. The Tower on the Lake fell and he never left. That whisper that says everuthing is a dream.

But her touch makes it real.