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elreyesvidal · 2 months

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Cold and Dark (F!LavellanxCullen)

AN: Initially posted this on ao3 but I never go on there so I deleted it and decided to share here instead. (Using the default name, Ellana.)

Orders, pleas, prayers, and screams drown out the sound of the distant marching and the flames starting to engulf Haven. A trebuchet is aimed for the mountain top, but before it can be fired, a blighted looking creature approaches. Ellana urges her companions to get moving, hoping they won't stop when they realize she's no longer behind them. Ellana had planned to linger to set off the trebuchet, what she did not plan was almost being hit directly by the creature.

One moment, Ellana fears her life will end at the hands of the one that calls himself Corypheus, and in the next moment, she is falling through an opening in the ground, unsure of what her fate is any longer.

When she comes to, she finds herself in a dark, cold, and empty cave. She gets up, doing her best to ignore the pain that lances throughout her whole body. Nothing appears to be broken, just bruised with some scrapes here and there. Ellana lets out a hiss when she tries to look around, the back of her head throbbing, she remembers then, how Corypheus had thrown her against the trebuchet. The pain finally catching up now that her adrenaline is wearing out.

It's okay, nothing she can't handle.

Once she makes it out of the cave, she realizes how bad the situation is. The aftermath of the avalanche is making it nearly impossible to see, but she has to pick a direction and move forward. She finds a couple of campfires, and although they are old, they at least let her know she is going in the right direction.

Eventually the strong wind dies down as she continues up the mountain, but she is beyond exhausted. The cold is becoming unbearable, if she was cold before it's nothing to what she feels now. In fact, the cold seems to numb her to the pain she was feeling before, save for the scrapes that she's praying won't become infected. The sound of her teeth chattering surrounds her as she keeps trekking upwards. Just reach the top of the mountain. She keeps repeating to herself. But then what? What if there is no sign of anyone?

Ellana has been avoiding thinking about the others, afraid that there's a possibility she failed and the old campfires she found were of a very small group of survivors. Did her companions make it? A part of her regretted asking them to stay behind with her but they didn't even hesitate to follow her. Her mind then wanders to her last conversation with Cullen. "But what of your escape?" "Perhaps you'll surprise it, find a way." "If we are to have a chance, if you are to have a chance, let that thing hear you."

Ellana herself hadn't said much at the time. What could she possibly say to someone she's still getting to know but also likes? She finds it ridiculous to be thinking of something so trivial when her life is on the line, as well as the impending danger on all of Thedas if they can't figure out a way to put an end to Corypheus and his plans. Then a dark thought crosses her mind, Do they still need her? Does she want them to need her?

She is tired, and not just from trudging through the snow for who knows how long. Securing the templars aid took a toll on her. Being brought into her own mind and being forced to see what the envy demon planned to do while pretending to be her. Cole helped so much, but there was no time for her to discuss what happened, on a deeper level, with someone else.

Nightmares had kept her from getting a full night's rest. Ellana always waved away Josephine's comments about how she would wake before even Cullen. Most of those early mornings Ellana spent collecting elfroot, it benefitted Adan as well as gave her an excuse to wander away from everyone until she felt ready to rejoin everyone. On a few rare occasions, Cullen happened to wake at the same hours. Ellana noticed the look in his eyes, mirroring her own. A part of her wanted to bring up what had happened, if anyone, maybe he would understand. But she'd always back out and instead would ask him to spar with her. His eyes would lose the darkness to them, and she'd feel her mind clear.

Now though, all Ellana could think about was what was waiting for her at the top. Another campfire. As she walked past it, she felt the smallest bit of warmth. Looking back at it as she paused, she realized there were embers. A spark of hope ignited in her, as much as she didn't want to get her hopes up. Her body had reached past its limit but she couldn't stop now, if she stopped she wouldn't be able to get up again.

A few more steps, if they're nearby, she'll be able to see them from the top.

As Ellana reaches the top, she notices lights in the distance. Before she can react, she sees several figures running toward her. As they become clearer, a wave of relief washes over her. Inquisition soldiers, Cassandra and… Cullen. "There! It's her!"

They found her. Unable to stay standing any longer, Ellana falls to her knees.

The inquisition soldiers begin to reach for her but Cullen stops them, "I'll carry her." The soldiers step back as Cullen removes his mantle and drapes it across Ellana. The action doesn't even register to Ellana, nor what he's saying, until he reaches down and scoops her up in his arms. However, Ellana doesn't have the energy to react like she normally would at such a display; instead, she simply curls up against his chest, holding onto his mantle with what strength she has left. Through her teeth chattering, she thinks she hears Cullen say, "I'm sorry, my armor plate must not be helping with the cold." She's not sure though, her consciousness keeps slipping away even though she wants to stay awake as much as she can.

Her teeth chattering doesn't begin to subside until they near the campsite, but she's still very cold. To the left of her, Cassandra speaks quietly, "Commander." That single words earns a sigh from Cullen and she feels herself being handed off to one of the soldiers after a beat of silence. Ah, it must be a warning. Now is not the time for there to be new rumors surrounding her. Ellana opens her eyes and looks toward Cullen. He looks worried, well more worried than usual.

Something unspoken passes between them and she misses his warmth as soon as he lets her go onto the waiting soldier's arms. From the corner of her eye, Ellana sees another soldier approaching with a thick blanket. The soldier absentmindedly reaches for Cullen's mantle, which appears to have been a mistake. Cullen stops the soldier's hand in place, but seems to realize the situation he got himself into. He clears his throat and clarifies, "I'll do it." The soldier, afraid to say anything, simply nods and waits with the blanket in hand.

Cullen gently removes his mantle but instead of putting it on, grabs the blanket from the waiting soldier, and puts it over Ellana. It's not until he steps back and nods at the soldier in dismissal that he puts his mantle back on. At that final sight, Ellana can't help but be glad that she kept going.

#dragon age: inquisition #dai #dai fanfic #cullen rutherford #cullen x lavellan #cullen x inquisitor #i always suffer with titles but i wanted to keep it the same as when i had it up on ao3 #i did tweak some things since i reread it before posting it #im a slow writer so idk how active i'll be on this side blog besides accidental fast reblogs lol #not good at rating so i wont usually include those unless theres something i can easily say is 'T' or 'M'

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plisuu · 4 months

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4. Reticence

As he fights seemingly endless demons that continue to fall from the Breach, a face appears from Cullen's past—familiar and unfamiliar all at once.

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Despite everything, word always managed to travel fast among soldiers. Even in the face of certain death—beneath the glowing green that snaked through the sky, threatening destruction and spewing countless demons—there were whispers of the Seeker and her prisoner, muttered in awe and disbelief at how they had managed to seal not just one rift, but two.

Now Cullen found himself gathering what he could of the troops they had left to make a final push into the valley, all hinged on the hope that the Breach could be sealed. He sighed—a deep, labored sound as he leaned against his sword, the sweat of exertion quickly cooling in the frigid weather as he wiped at his brow. How long had it been since the fighting began? Since demons started pouring from the sky endlessly, tearing into any survivors of the Conclave, mages and templars alike?

He grit his teeth and pulled the blade from the packed earth, soaked with ichor and blood and melted snow, before wiping the steel against the leather of his greaves with a grimace. There was no time to dwell on it now, not when there was more fighting to be done. There was always more fighting, and as he faced down the rift before him, he was beginning to wonder if it would ever truly end.

Those thoughts were set aside as well—there would be time to consider their losses if they made it out of this alive.

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jentrevellan · 1 year

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Hi! For the blossoming romance asks: picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face?

(From this prompt list)

I had a lot of fun with this (it's also something that happened IRL with me and my now-husband before we were dating, hehe). Enjoy!

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After a delightful afternoon spent with Elen Ve’mal preparing the pots for seeding, the late afternoon bell of the chapel peeled away. Reluctantly, Elsie bade farewell to the elf and hurriedly left the garden; the warmth of the sun vanishing the instant she stepped inside the cool corridors of the castle. She pushed open the door to the main hall; whilst the door opposite the one she entered opened at the same time. She paused in her step as the figure looked up at her. All at once, her body flooded with heat, as if the sun had reappeared from behind her.

“Inquisitor,” Commander Cullen said, inclining his head. His voice was warm, but his face expressionless as he glanced at her clothes - no doubt spotting the mud on her breeches and the dirt caked on her boots.

They met in the centre of the room. “Cullen,” she said, a little breathless. She cleared her throat. “Shall we walk together?”

“Of course,” he said politely, and she fell into step beside him.

“Been busy this afternoon?” She enquired, hating the small talk, hating the way each silence felt strained, but wanting to hear him talk.

“I won’t bore you with the details, Inquisitor, but yes. The barracks are almost complete although I fear we’re going to need more.”

Well, she had asked for small talk, and that is exactly what he delivered.

“I’m sure we’ll find a way,” she replied, and they fell into silence again. Maker, why was this so difficult? In Haven, she would’ve taken a jibe at his work, said something that would’ve made him roll his eyes or grumble under his breath, but now? Nothing came to mind. So they walked quietly down the main hall and into the corridor leading to the war room.

He cleared his throat. “I assume you’ve been in the gardens?” he asked.

She threw him a smile and wiggled her fingers in front of her. “What gave it away? My green fingers? Or should I say brown…?”

His low chuckle made her stomach flip. “I was looking at the footprints your boots are leaving behind.”

“Oh maker’s balls,” she swore, stopping in her tracks. He was right - there was soil all down the corridor, which had only just been cleaned. “Don’t tell anyone, will you?”

Cullen stopped too, his eyes bright with amusement. “Who exactly would I tell? The Inquisitor…?”

Elsie made a face and batted his arm gently. “Oh, very funny.”

But his hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. It was a gentle, yet firm touch that made her stop altogether, her smile fading. Before she could say anything, he let go and with the same hand, pulled off his glove with his teeth in one swift movement. There was a small smile on his lips, and Elsie couldn’t help but look as the glove hung between his teeth. That little scar on his upper lip was incredibly distracting, so her responses were slow when a moment later she realised that his now ungloved hand was just inches from her cheek.

“I’m sorry, you have a.. May I?” he said, his other gloved hand now under her chin, tilting it upwards.

She had no idea what he was asking permission for, but at this moment he could’ve asked for absolutely anything and she would’ve obliged. She was at his mercy, and he had no idea.

His thumb, thick and calloused, was surprisingly gentle as he rubbed at her cheek. “You have a bit of soil, just here,” he explained, his voice low.

Elsie chuckled breathlessly, looking at his eyes, watching how the dark amber was zeroed in on its task until she was presentable. But then his gaze slid to hers, his thumb no longer prodding or wiping, and instead he hesitantly cupped her cheek. Her breath caught, and she heard him suck in a breath, as ever so gently she tilted into his touch. It was a fraction of a movement, but the heat that suddenly filled his gaze confirmed to her that he was feeling something too. Something between them that was beyond touch.

She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. A small thrill went down her spine as his eyes watched the subtle movement. She could smell elderberries and oakmoss. She could feel the warmth of his large hand on her cheek, the contrast of the cool leather under her chin with his other gloved hand. What would it be like, should their lips meet? Would it be soft, gentle, fleeting? Or rather bold, passionate and wanting?

The door to the corridor opened and Cullen withdrew his hands, as if scalded by fire. He turned away, quickly putting his glove back on and greeted Leliana who was coming down the corridor.

And just like that the spell had been broken, for that is what it had felt like. Time had almost stopped and in that moment it had just been them. Never before had every nerve ending, every wire in her body been so attuned to her senses. What was that?

“Inquisitor? Are you alright?” Leliana asked, holding the door to the war room open. Cullen glanced at her before continuing into the war room, his face back to being an unreadable mask. She frowned at his shoulders and nodded.

“I’m fine, thank you Leliana. Just…just tired.”

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prpfs · 5 months

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theluckywizard · 11 months

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WIP Whenever!

I'm so excited to be moving into Skyhold in my long fic In the Shattering of Things! (HF!Inquisitor x Cullen and HF!Inquisitor x m!Hawke)

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Newly minted Inquisitor Rose has only just begun to understand the surprising new feature of the Anchor (the Mark of the Rift in game) and she recruits Cullen to join her in discharging it at the buttcrack of dawn as is their tradition:

Cullen strides out, saluting lightly as he passes his guards who snap to attention, a flicker of interest in their faces and a traded glance. He looks every bit as put together as he usually does, his curls brushed into submission, fluffy mantle piled high around his neck. He hands me my vial of powder with thanks and I tuck it away.

“How is it feeling?” he asks, gesturing at the Anchor.

“Like my nerves are on fire. Full. I didn’t want to wait longer,” I say, biting my fingernail slightly. It’s warm enough this morning that neither of us need hats or hoods, the spring breeze stirring in our hair pleasantly as we progress across the bridge.

“I’m glad you thought to get me when Solas wasn’t free,” he says earnestly.

“I– um– didn’t ask Solas,” I admit, peeking at him.

“Oh. Oh. I…” he trails off, catching on, grasping for his neck with a flush.

“I’m sure he’s having a fantastical journey into the Fade at this hour,” I laugh awkwardly. He smiles, looking out at the brightening peaks.

“Maybe he could share his secret. I only seem to wind up in the dark and terrifying corners.”

“You know he would if you only asked, Cullen,” I tell him. “There’s nothing Solas loves more than dispensing knowledge.”

“I might if it weren’t so insufferable half the time,” he snorts. I had no idea he disliked Solas so. “Don’t mistake me, the man has his uses, but Maker’s breath. He does go on. And is never wrong of course.”

“I’m sure you are equally certain of your correctness,” I poke.

“I at least understand the limits of my knowledge,” he grumbles.

“What, did he critique your trebuchet placement? The size of your squads?”

“Well, he’s not that foolish,” Cullen replies with a chuckle. “But no, he had a lot of snide comments about how little I know about demons and possession.”

“Ah. I’m sure the arguments were… spirited,” I say softly, remembering something of ours.

“I’m sure you would have enjoyed them greatly,” he says with a laugh. “But you happened to be unconscious at the time.” We descend the steep road, first into the training camp and then out through the forest at its edge, trading an uncommon number of barely restrained smiles. The ice on the lake looks a little soft, weakened by the lengthening days and the radiant early spring sun. I pull my glove off and stretch my hand, the energy throbbing slightly at my fingertips. I shake it out with a hiss.

“May I look at it?” he says, glancing at me. I nod, remembering with curiosity how he’d said he couldn’t really sense anything after the mark started expanding again in Haven. I hold my marked hand out to him and he cradles it in his, his thumb brushing over the mark lightly. A thrill streaks through my body just as he shakes his head.

“Strange. You said it feels ‘full’ but I can’t sense anything about it. It feels like– well– a hand,” he says, and his cheeks are as pink as mine.

“I didn’t know Templars could sense magic,” I reply and he turns pinker.

“I– I– well, only in close proximity… and only when it’s active. But I thought maybe–” He can’t quite hold my gaze and he clears his throat awkwardly. “Whenever you’re ready.”

I nod and walk over to the edge of the lake, twenty or so paces away from him. He draws his sword in preparation and I look back to wait for a signal. He inclines his head and I open the anchor, the Veil gaping wide over the lake like a great waking eye. My braid and cloak blow toward it, ice crystals drifting along the lake surface until they tumble upward into the open Fade. I can feel the tension in my hand easing as the Anchor calms and then the rift flickers out into silence again. Cullen sheaths his sword behind me and jogs over.

“Feeling better?”

“It’s always a relief,” I explain, stretching my fingers again. I pull my glove back on.

“Shall we?” he asks, pointing back up the trail. I crunch in the snow alongside him, our pace leisurely. Now that the task is done, I’m not sure I want to relinquish him just yet.

“So, this… Cole… creature,” he says. He chooses his words carefully because he knows I don’t like when people call him a demon.

“Yes?” I ask.

“Are you really going to keep him around?” he asks. It almost sounds pleading.

“Has he been bothering you?”

“He’s been… sending me notes,” he says. I can’t help but smile because I am sure that Cole is busy teasing him apart.

“And what does Cole have to say?”

“I don’t know exactly. Most of them barely make sense. It’s unsettling.”

“Shall I tell him to stop for you?” I ask.

“No, I just thought maybe– does he do it to you too?”

“Send me notes? No. We’ve had conversations though. He seems to want to help people.”

“Ah. So I’m a project,” he says with a little laugh. “Perhaps they’re riddles.”

“You’ll have to show me one if you have them still,” I say. “I’m not the best at riddles, but I’ve spent enough time with Cole to make some sense of the way his mind works.”

“I– yes– I think I do. That would be helpful,” he stammers.

“Cole told me that I was too bright to listen to,” I told him. A smile tugs at the corner of Cullen’s lips.

“Odd. But kind of nice, I suppose.”

Back in his office, Cullen opens a drawer full of letters and rifles through them, eventually pulling out a small creased scrap of paper with a sentence scrawled in splotchy ink. He hands it to me and I read it out loud but softly.

“They didn’t hang you there, you can walk away.” I look up at him. “What does it mean?”

“This one is about Kirkwall. The Circle in Kirkwall was in a fortress called the Gallows.”

“That’s– a really nice thought. The note, I mean,” I tell him, and it’s not even for me, but even I feel cozy inside; Cole’s effect is potent.

“I– I suppose it is,” he says, his eyes dwelling on it with a kind of softness. He rummages again for another one and hands it to me.

“He was dead the whole time. He didn’t know.” I glance at him. “Hm. Extremely vague. Who could he be talking about? A ghost perhaps? What do you think?” He shrugs and shakes his head a little bit and hands me another, watching me as I read it.

“Fond, fair, a fox on a frozen lake slipping past–” I can’t finish it out loud and blush brightly, furrowing my brow. –Follow her. “Are you sure that one is for you?” I ask, unable to look at him. Cole. I’ll be having words with him.

“I– I– think so? It came to me by runner,” he says, turning away slightly. I feel cornered into playing dumb.

“What do you think it’s about?” I ask him. He clutches at the back of his neck and paces away nervously.

“I thought you’d be able to help with that one,” he says, stealing a glance. I shake my head, frozen like a chump. Time to flee.

“I’d better get to work,” I say, though it’s well before I normally begin work.

“Inquisitor–”

“Hm?”

“Do you need to do this again tomorrow?” he asks.

“Oh, I– everyday. You know that.”

“Right. May I join you? Tomorrow, that is– not every day. That would be– ridiculous.”

“Preposterous,” I smile and the amber look snags me right in the heart. “All right. Same time?”

“Same time. I will endeavor to be… more prepared.”

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broodwolf221 · 4 months

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dadwc prompts and info

general info:

no character death

i prefer romantic or platonic

pls specify prompt list ur using

ot3/poly prompts welcome

general prompts:

rare/unusual words (mine, but feel rb/use it yourself!)

sentences

micro story (please send the word/phrase)

medieval/fantasy sentences

deep conversations

people who aren't used to kindness

quote prompts:

as said by cassandra pentaghast

as said by dorian pavus

as said by solas

as said by merrill

fluff/romance/smut prompts:

fluff

50 types of kisses

sleeping

cuddles and snuggles

smutfic (please send word/phrase)

angst/whump prompts:

what are you hiding from me?

eerie loneliness

heavy content (mine, but feel free to rb/use it yourself!)

patching up wounds

other prompts:

oc codex

fantasy setting

characters:

da2 - anders(justice) | fenris | merrill

dao - leliana | morrigan

arlathan - mythal | andruil | ghilan'nain

relationships (ot3+ are welcome!):

anders x fenris

cassandra x (varric | sera | leliana | solas)

dorian x (feydis | bull | solas)

morrigan x (halcor | leliana)

sera x (delwyn | dagna | cassandra)

cullen x (dimitra | solas | dorian)

ghilan'nain x (andruil* | solas*)

*messy/complicated ships, might end up in dead dove territory

major ocs:

nessa lavellan (f!rogue, solas)

velari lavellan (f!mage, solas)

atros shiral (m!rogue; city elf!inquisitor, solas)

delwyn lavellan (f!rogue, sera)

valyris lavellan (f!mage, solas)

developing ocs:

feydis lavellan (m!mage, ? maybe dorian)

yene adaar (f!mage, solas)

dimitra (non-inky, f!mage(/templar), cullen)

halcor brosca (m!rogue warden, morrigan then nathaniel)

less developed ocs:

yene adaar (female; mage; solas) yene is a driven vashoth who doesn't want anything to do with any of this, thank you very much. spends the early game looking for a way out but eventually realizes that because of the anchor, she's stuck here, at which point she starts making friends. planned solasmance bc i'm... immensely predictable. also he grows on her. this weird little elf guy who's obsessed with the fade and she's like. hm. i am charmed by the way u wax poetic about ur special interests.

halcor brosca (male; rogue; morrigan, then nathaniel) my canon warden, and someone i haven't written in many years but have been thinking about again recently. very rough around the edges, blunt, practical. has a terrible habit of diving headfirst into danger. he's enamored of magic and trust(ed?) morrigan 100% on everything magical - he also performed the ritual with her, so kieran is his son, although he never met him. afterwards during awakening canon he ended up with nathaniel - a surprise, especially since he didn't even know he was into men as well, but late nights talking around the fire slowly became more.

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ravenousbites · 10 months

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findyourrp · 6 months

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I'm Evan: 23, trans masc, and Aussie (GMT+11). I work full time so replies are *slow*.

LF: 18+ writers, 3rd person semi-lit replies, via discord only. MxM or MxF but I only play M: trans / nb characters are always welcome.

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Dragon Age: [OC]xOC, [Female Inquisitor] x Solas, [Female Inquisitor] X Cullen Rutherford

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nelkenbabe · 2 years

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WIP: Late Night Counsel

After months of Cullen working on his personal growth, Warden Everett Amell passes through Skyhold. As unbidden memories resurface, Cullen struggles to marry the things he wants with the man he wants to be.

Part of Ivy & Twine content: mentions of Broken Circle, m!Amell x Cullen, hurt/ comfort, friendship jealous, muliti-warden-verse, BPD! Inquisitor

Cullen was pacing up and down the room, from the balcony to the stairway and back, leaving heavy boot tracks in the plush carpet. Amaryll watched him from her bed, back against the railing, knees tucked in and arms placed on top of them.

He’d been walking for minutes now without uttering a word, arms crossed behind his back but leaning forward as if he meant to gain speed. He was upset, it was easy to tell, and she had anticipated some emotional turmoil on his part as soon as Leliana had told her who Warden Brosca’s companion was. She didn’t know which form she thought it would take. Rage, shame, confusion? This was something else.

Eventually, Cullen slowed. And when he came to a halt, he looked at her.

“I went to the tavern. With… with Warden Amell. He’d asked to meet, to talk. I went.”

She held his gaze, searching his face for the question she needed to ask.

“What did you expect from the conversation?” Amaryll asked cautiously.

He exhaled, low and deep, tilting his chin upward.

“Some form of resolution, perhaps? Absolution? I was… unkind when he returned to Kinloch, after Warden Brosca saved the Circle. I couldn’t-”

He choked on his words. Ones he thought with such intensity that veins bulged on his temples, but he couldn’t pass them over his lips. His face turned downwards, and he opened his eyes to look at his friend with a pleading desperation. Willing her to understand something he couldn't say out loud.

Amaryll moved her legs to slide forward to the edge of the bed. Careful now.

“Did he try to hurt you?” she asked slowly.

Cullen shook his head.

“Maker, no. We talked. Just… talked. And then after-”

A deep, open-mouthed breath.

“What happened?” Amaryll asked, keeping her voice soft, low.

“There isn’t- I mean-”

She waited.

“I knew him. Everett. In Kinloch, he was one of my charges. We rarely spoke, maybe just that one time, before he was recruited to the Grey Wardens. But he would look at me, and I would look back, and then one night…”

A pit opened where Amaryll’s stomach should have been. Gooseflesh crawled up her arms and legs as she commanded herself to not show any sign of dread.

“I caught him in the library as I was making rounds. I escorted him back to his assignment, nothing happened. Nothing happened. We spoke, and I didn’t even report him after, even though I should have. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Something about him-”

“What was it?”

Confusion and deep agony danced in Cullen’s amber eyes, and for an instant, she recognized a part of herself in it. But it couldn’t be.

“After the Circle fell,” Cullen continued, his voice now much less frantic, somewhat dull, “as I was… kept, while my friends were being slaughtered. The demon who held me wore many faces to try and break me. Everett… Everett’s was one of them.”

It couldn’t be.

Amaryll forgot to breathe.

An understanding overcame her of what it must’ve meant for Cullen to see the Warden’s face here, in Skyhold, where he had been safe. Away from Kinloch Hold, away from Kirkwall, working steadily to improve himself and his fear of mages. Only to be confronted with one of a handful of people who were there when that fear was buried in his core by strangers’ hands.

And understanding of what it must’ve taken Cullen to agree to meet Everett one on one.

But was that all?

She almost asked, almost couldn’t stop herself. What kind of demon was it, Cullen?

The pit inside her grew and threatened to swallow her heart.

“You said he returned to the Circle.”

“To buy lyrium potions and ingredients. I couldn’t look at him.”

He choked again, hesitated, and again there was this expression. Shame?

“I knew he hadn’t been there, knew the demon was not him, but I couldn’t… I couldn’t-”

She hated seeing him like this, rattled to his core. It might not have been fair, but at this moment she also hated Warden Amell for putting him in this state. He couldn't have without hurting Cullen, if not physically, then otherwise.

“I understand. What is it you wanted to do?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know. I- I wanted to disappear. To never see him again. But now…”

“Did you end up telling him? What you just told me?”

“He knew from Warden Brosca, I believe. He asked me how I was, back then when he came by. I walked away. I don’t know what I would have done otherwise. Struck him down, maybe. Hurt myself. Or tried to… to kill him. Instead I left.”

“And now?”

“We talked,” he repeated. “We talked about everything. The night I walked him back to his quarters. Everything. He said he understood my coldness towards him. Didn’t fault me. He said…”

The words faded out. Too private and delicate to be divulged. But Amaryll knew, felt in her bones that this was why the Commander had beaten against her door in the middle of the night, breathless, chased.

Amaryll waited, waited patiently, though she pressed her fingertips into her thigh as if she meant to crush it.

“He… he kissed me,” Cullen confessed, shrinking in his armor as the weight of the news rolled off of him. “Outside of the tavern. I didn’t resist. He… he propositioned me.”

His voice trailed off. Pink flecks were appearing on Cullen’s neck, crawling up his jowls, his cheeks, his nose. He pressed his gloved hand to his cheek as if to contain the flush where it was.

It couldn’t be. But it was.

The pit had her heart, and now it was moving to her throat.

“You liked him,” Amaryll said, before it could take her tongue as well. That’s why the demon took his face. What kind of demon was it, Cullen? “You still do.”

Cullen moved back one step, then another. Leaned his hip against the chaise, let his hand drop back to the side as the blush subsided.

“I don’t know,” he replied, voice thoughtful, even. “I never considered, not in seriousness… It wouldn’t be… appropriate. Given our history.”

Amaryll breathed. She breathed through her nostrils, keeping her face neutral and her lips firmly shut.

This wasn’t about her. She had no business feeling like something was being torn from her. Another connection capped. Another friend lost. No business having the urge to claw her chest raw and open to let the seething feelings out. As if a friend couldn’t care for more than one person at a time. She knew this. She had always known this. And yet she couldn’t help the slick, visceral fear in her belly. Ugly, ugly woman. Horrible person. A bad friend.

“Warden Amell hasn’t been your charge in over ten years,” she reminded Cullen, softly, gently. If her voice was shaking, he didn’t notice it. “If this were a person from Kirkwall, somebody who had never lived outside of the Circle, then I would caution against it. But he has gone out into the world and made a name for himself outside of Circle restrictions, same as you. However the balance might have been, it is for him to decide if it is different now. And if it really is, if he wants you, and you want him-” Her voice faltered, but only a little. “-then maybe you can allow yourself this. Without guilt. Without shame.”

She paused as a thought resurfaced. A slender, biting woman in Skyhold’s garden.

“Except… what about Morrigan? Aren’t they together anymore?”

The blush on the Commander’s cheeks returned.

“It appears they have… an arrangement,” he said stiffly. “While they’re apart.”

In spite of herself, Amaryll grinned and leaned back.

“Oh really? That’s delightful. And very convenient for you.”

She hadn’t thought it possible, but Cullen’s face turned even redder.

“I didn’t say I would-” he exclaimed loudly, only to realize that she was teasing him. He breathed in, out. “I didn’t say I would take him up on his proposition.”

The smile on Amaryll’s face faded. Her expression settled back to attentive neutrality. She watched intently as Cullen walked towards the bed, pulling off his heavy gloves, and took a seat next to her.

“I wouldn’t know…”

“What to do with yourself?”

He hesitated.

“That but also the implications. Of being… with a man.”

Amaryll exhaled lowly, in lieu of a sigh.

“What would it make you,” she asked, “aside from somebody who enjoyed an old flame’s company for a night? Would it make you anything different than what you were yesterday?”

Cullen didn’t respond, only continued staring at the carpet. It hadn’t been the right thing to say. If she’d still had two hands, she would have folded them in her lap. Instead, Amaryll scooted closer to Cullen, leaning her upper arm to his.

“There is a saying among some Dalish clans,” she prompted airily. “When happiness beckons, we crawl. When pain beckons, we run. ”

“That is… a terrible saying. You’re making that up.”

She snorted. How well he’d gotten to know her.

“I am, but it illustrates a point. Sometimes people have an easier time torturing themselves over something that could make them happy, rather than just accept the thing itself, do you know what I mean? You can sit here all night dissecting the way you see yourself. What you thought you were in the past, what you are now, what you will be tomorrow. Or you can simply be. Make the decision you want, regardless of how it may look for others. I promise there will be people around you to support you no matter what. I, for one.”

Cullen lifted his head to meet her eyes, putting one elbow on his thigh and rubbing his nape ferociously.

“I see your point.” He paused, thinking. “Thank you.”

She nodded lightly.

“And if it is pointers you need, I can put you through to Dorian. I’m sure he would be utterly enraptured. And very helpful.”

“Don’t you dare- I could never-” he exclaimed, shooting straight up into a stand while Amaryll cackled.

“Peace, now. This will stay between you and I unless you tell me otherwise.”

Cullen’s shoulders dropped, his expression eased. For a moment, they only looked at each other, warmly, until Cullen flexed his fingers.

“Thank you, Lavellan. Amaryll.”

She smiled back at him, heart full.

“I told you, you’re welcome here anytime. Thank you for thinking of me. Trusting me. I appreciate it.”

Cullen nodded, then flexed his fingers once more.

“Good night,” he said abruptly, cutting through the awkwardness, before moving to leave.

He was almost down the stairs before Amaryll’s gaze fell upon the gloves he’d tossed by the foot of the bed. She scrambled to grab them, jumped towards the other end of the bed, and leaned over the railing.

“Cullen!” she called. “You forgot these!”

He halted, looking up at her. Contemplating.

“I’ll pick them up next time I’m here.”

A warmth spread through her chest, like milk and honey on her tongue. He’ll come back.

He’ll come back.

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