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Here We Go AgainâŚ
Written by: Strix Illustrated by: Scatterheart and CiellaJess
Rating: Mature Content Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom(s): Dragon Age 2 Major Pairing(s)/Character(s): Female Hawke/Varric Tethras
In a strange twist of fate, Hawke and Varric find themselves stuck in a time loop, reliving the same chaotic day in Kirkwall over, and over, and over again. Between templar paranoia, blood mage escapades, assassination attempts, and their companions' personal dramas, it's like the city itself is conspiring against them.
It's Kirkwall, it's chaos, and it's a love storyâon repeat.
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please look at my pretty screenshot. Thank you.
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Cullenâs letter to the Inquisitorâ¤ď¸đŚ
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<< originally the sketches were for my fruition only, but then I thought I could put on them a sunday dress and free them into the aether. I miss ser grumpalone <3
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Also the lock of hair thing was very common in the past, especially (but not strictly) in centre-southern Italy. You would cut a lock of your loved ones' hair and viceversa for good luck and to prevent headaches for a year - it's done the first Friday of March. Considering that he's Mr. Headache and Ankh is Mrs. Bad Luck, they both keep each other's locks and wear them as some sort of inside joke lol
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WIP (almost) Wednesday
At the point I was before starting again in three days of working on this during breakfast with the good brush.
I needed the extra curly Curly today, enjoy.
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Safe and solid, protecting and proud. He feels like quiet, stronger when you hold him.
#dragon age inquisition#dragon age#cullen rutherford#cullen x inquisitor#cullen romance#commander cullen#tarot cards#beautiful art
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Sanguine
is a loosely canonical chronicle of the events of Dragon Age: Origins with an F!Amell/Alistair pairing featuring a canonically impossible Warden, which results in some familiar situations resolved in unfamiliar ways.
It is fully pre-written (by myself, over the course of the past seven years) and fully illustrated (by the exceptional @vjatoch), and is being published in a serial format with weekly updates.
CHAPTER 10
in which Alistair has a realization about his fellow Warden that might make things a bit uncomfortable going forward.
Read chapter 10 on AO3!
(Yes, itâs technically chapter 11 on AO3 because chapters 1 and 8 are covers⌠but donât mind that!)
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They found him wandering in Minrathous (he refused to ask the locals for help because of fucking course he knows how to read a map how dare you!) and they had to bring him in. He can be found mapping the Crossroads because the place really lacks fortification -_- silly Fade! Rylen come get your boy, he's muttering about watchtowers again
I miss this man dearly
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Tamlen and Mahariel
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She shows him a taste of her world, what it might be like.
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#modern girl in thedas#qunari inquisitor#qunari#cullen rutherford#commander cullen#cullen romance#cullen x inquisitor#modern au
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Just a note from a mothertongue Italian with a BA in Foreign languages and some Linguistics exams under her belt:
"Italian/Spanish accent" is something that makes very little sense.
Italian and Spanish are two different languages, they are similar but not interchangeable. Italian isn't a dialect nor a regional variant of Spanish.
Lucanis, Teia, Viago and Illario all have good voice actors who are good at acting, but none of them have an italian accent. Judging by the fact that none of them actually can pronounce "Treviso" as it is pronounced in Italian. Treviso is a real city in italy, and the only one who up to now pronounced it as we would here is, actually, Emmrich.
#I havenât played yet#but on you tube I heard how he says chocolate and coffee#not good!#dav critical
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Dear Commander - Chapter 20 : Contemplation
Cullen x Trevelyan
AO3 MASTERLIST
During their journey to Skyhold, Cullen & The Herald try to make sense of their feelings for one another in the wake of Haven's downfall.
Full chapter below:
There was a comforting hum of activity at the camp during those last few hours of darkness. Murmurs of villagers and the crackle of fire filled the air. The atmosphere had changed dramatically after The Herald's safe return. She had become a beacon of hope during Havenâs darkest hour.
Juliette lay quietly, wrapped in blankets and furs, her body weary from the avalancheâs brutal force. Despite the warmth of the fire nearby, she still felt the cold deep in her bones, as though the snow would never leave her. Mother Gisele, ever the caretaker, fussed over her, her voice a soft but persistent murmur.
âYou need to rest, Herald,â she reminded more than once, but resting felt impossible for Juliette. She had seen too much to allow herself the indulgence of sleep. Could Corypheus find them? Could her presence be the downfall of those who had survived the attack? What if heâd simply given us a head start? Could this be a game? Some cruel , sick hunt?
The people seemed to think otherwise. While she lay there at her weakest, they viewed her with reverence. Sheâd catch an odd glance or two as she pulled herself from the lull of sleep. Villagers, healers, wounded soldiers - watching her as though she were some mystery, some supernatural thing, a miracle.
The singing still rang in her ears, the entire camp before her united in hymn. It was an experience so surreal that she didnât think sheâd ever forget it, as much as she wanted to.
Juliette had simply lost her faith. As the pendant fell from her neckline so too did her belief that she was anything more than a mere accident - Corypheus had said so himself. Yet Mother Giselleâs words had stayed with her, âFaith is made stronger by facing doubt.â
She rolled over in the cot, wincing at the sharp pain that lingered in her ribs. Her eyes fixed on the distant campfire, but the flames blurred before her, their flickering light doing little to ease the ache deep in her bones. Herald of Andraste or not, she wouldnât give up. These people needed something to believe in, and if that something had to be her, so be it.
Juliette closed her eyes, the horrors of the night flooding her thoughtsâfaces, screams, the crushing weight of snow. She opened them again, the images still lingering in the dark. Sleep was a distant hope now, slipping away every time she tried to grasp it.
She shuffled , pulling the blankets higher up to her neck. The cold still clung to her, no matter how tightly she wrapped herself. She looked up at the skyâdawn was nearing, the first hints of light spilling across the horizon.
Would you look at that, she thought wryly. The dawn did come after all. A small, exhausted laugh bubbled in her chest, but it died as quickly as it began, caught by a sharp pain in her ribs. She scrunched her face in discomfort, thankful she hadnât voiced the thought aloud.
Her gaze wandered to the campfire, where the orange warmth flickered against the growing light of the dawn. There, silhouetted by the flames, was Cullen. He sat, his face half-illuminated in the glow, warming his hands against the fire. His posture was relaxed, a rarity for him.
Of course heâs awake, Juliette thought. She had expected him to be up, but the sight of him so still and comfortable was strange. Cullen almost never stopped working, always a man of duty. Does he even sleep?
She watched him closely, taking notice of the way he stared into the flames, how his his fingers wriggled , a little crease between his brows as he concentrated. He seemed deep in thought, and for a brief moment, she wondered what was on his mind.
Then, suddenly, he pulled his hands away from the fire and leaned back, his gaze shifting across the camp. He looked her way, their eyes catching unexpectantly.
Juliette felt a sudden warmth bloom in her chest, the kind that made her heart skip a beat. He smiled, a small smirk, subtle but it was there. She could feel the pull on her cheeks, she was smiling too, unaware. Was I smiling first? Oh.
She pulled the blankets higher, practically obscuring her face, and rolled onto her other side. A wave of sudden embarrassment washed over her, making her cheeks burn. She realized, with a jolt, just how exposed she was here in this campânot just to Cullen, but to everyone.
A rush of insecurities crashed over her like a tide. What if I make weird faces when I sleep? What if I look... ugly? Do I snore? Maker, please, tell me I donât snore!
It felt so silly to be thinking about such meaningless things. Vanity was irrelevant at a time like thisâshe was lucky to be alive. Itâs silly toâŚI was unconscious! What did I look like when I was unconscious? She groaned, annoyed at herself for thinking this way.
As she lay there, blanket still over her head, she reflected on the moment that she woke in the snow. She was so relieved to see Cullen. She heard his voice before her vision came in, it was nice. No, it was more than nice. There was no one sheâd rather had seen in that moment. And the way he looked at her. She wondered if it was all in her head. She thought about the way he held her, it was so protective, she felt so safe with him. It was almostâŚintimate? No, protective - heroic. Thatâs just Cullen. Heâd have done the same for any of us.
Her smile widened into a grin at her own preposterous thought - Cullen carried her back to camp, would he do that for the others? Dorian? The thought made her giggle. Even stranger would be Cassandra. Oh, sheâd hate that.
Juliette sighed, contemplating it. Maybe that was just for me. She rolled her eyes. Oh, but Iâm The Herald of Andraste. His inner chantry boy would never let any harm comeâŚÂ she interrupted her thoughts with the memory of him singing. Chantry boy. She pressed her face into the pillow. The pain from the muted giggles was worth it. Ugh, Iâm an idiot.
But he said my name. He never uses my actual nameâŚ
She rubbed her eyes, frustrated with herself. I should try to sleep, Iâm losing my mindâŚbut what was that at the tavern? It was definitely a moment. Was he going to? No, this is absurd.
People had died that night. There were injured still, that might not pull through. Juliette felt like she was being selfish and guilt settled in once more. Oh, Adan, she thought, remembering the pain in his eyes as he looked up at her during his last moments. Tears began to well in the corners of her eyes.
It was my fault.
Led by Solas, the Inquisitionâbattered and bruisedâtrudged through the treacherous terrain of the Frostback Mountains, their journey north stretching on for days. The path was long and grueling, the snow unforgiving, but they had little choice. The promise of a keep that could offer shelter and safety pushed them forward, their spirit unbroken, despite the harsh conditions.
For Juliette, the journey took a brutal toll on her already fragile body. She pushed on, ignoring the searing burn in her lungs, convincing herself it was just the thin mountain air, not the lingering effects of hypothermia. The ache in her chest was constant, but she refused to acknowledge itâif she stopped, if she admitted weakness, the others might see it too.
So many eyes were on herânot just those of the surviving pilgrims, but the healers and soldiers who felt responsible for her care. She hated it, the way they watched her every move, their concern a constant reminder of her weakness. She felt guilty for slowing them down, for calling for breaks, wasting precious daylight. She pushed herself, ignoring the signs of exhaustion, until the third day, when her body finally betrayed her. She collapsed without warning, fainting in the snow. It was then, with her vision fading, that she realized how badly she had underestimated her need for rest.
Squeezing the back of his neck in frustration, Cullenâs gaze drifted over the maps for what felt like the thousandth time. No matter how many times he looked, the maps didnât offer any answers. The uncertainty was gnawing at him, threatening to unravel his thoughts. Not knowing where they were or where they were goingâthis sense of aimlessness was slowly driving him mad. He needed guidance, a clear path forward.
Solas seemed to know where he was leading them, though his vagueness provided little comfort. Worse, they still didnât know where Corypheus was, or when he could strike next. In their current stateâa fractured group trailing the mountain with many injured in towâhe couldnât shake the fear that their vulnerability wouldnât withstand another attack.
Cullen pressed his fingertips into his forehead. By this point, the headaches were routine, an expected burden, one of many for him to contend with as he attempted to concentrate. The coldness of his fingers added a small amount of relief while he continued his work, though his mind was no less jumbled. He had to focus, had to think clearly. He couldnât afford to lose himself. Not now.
Cullenâs focus had splintered and try as he might, he couldnât shake the thought of Juliette. He had no right to let his mind wander like this. Not when so many depended on him. Their fight for survival wasnât over yet. The weight of that responsibility sat heavy on his shoulders, a constant pressure. Yet, the thought of her lingered, refusing to be ignored.
As sunlight broke through the clouds, a soft, golden light washed over the camp, and the murmur of voices seemed to fade. Cullen turned over his shoulder, momentarily distracted by the warmth. He squinted into the brightness, and in that moment, he saw her.
Juliette stood by the cliff, alone for the first time in days. The sight of her, so still and framed by the soft light, almost took his breath away. He froze, the maps still clenched in his hands. The weight of responsibility felt distant now, as though it could wait a moment longer. His heart thundered in his chest, but he couldnât tear his gaze away. She was so⌠untouchable in this moment, so quietly herself, and yet it pulled at him with an intensity he couldnât explain.
It had been a while since heâd seen her like thisâwithout a crowd around her, without someone to fuss over her wellbeing. There was something about her solitude, about the way she stood so still, that struck him deeper than it should have.
He wondered if she was all right, truly all right. Heâd managed to ask her in passing conversation during breaks throughout the journey. She would smile, gracious and calm, and tell him she was fine, but it was never enough. The way she said it was so polished, so controlled. It left a knot in his chest. There was no space for a genuine answer, not with healers, Cassandra and Mother Giselle always hovering. He knew all too well what she was doing, he does the very same thing.
It would be hard for her to admit her struggles with so many people coddling her. Cullen put the maps down, exhaling a slow, heavy breath as he tried to push the thoughts aside. His gaze lingered on the distant horizon. I canât imagine what sheâs going through after thatâŚ
His fingers raked through his hair, the tension in his neck a dull throb that only seemed to grow worse. He blinked, trying to force away the guilt that lingered like a shadow at the edges of his mind. The image of her facing that monsterâof her putting herself on the line for their safety. It haunted him.
He almost lost her.
Cullen couldnât seem to take his eyes off Juliette, and yet, every instinct told him to look away, to pull himself together. She was luring him in, unwillingly, effortlessly - but he was The Commander. His duty demanded every part of him. He couldnât lose himself in⌠this.
He began to walk towards her, every step he took feeling like a betrayal of his duty. Yet still, he couldnât stop himself. The quiet chance to talk was too tempting. He couldnât let it slip away, not now.
Juliette turned her head, as if feeling his gaze. The wind tugged at her hair, sending a few loose strands whipping across her face. She squinted against the breeze, gently brushing aside her hair. Her gaze moved slowly across the campfire, and for just a heartbeat, their eyes met.
For a moment, everything elseâthe weight of the journey, the uncertainty of their path, the looming threat of Corypheusâfaded. It was just the two of them.
A small smile tugged at the corners of Julietteâs lips, shy yet unmistakably warm. She dipped her head slightly, tucking her hair behind her ear, and then turned back towards the cliffside. The moment had slipped away as quickly as it had arrived, and although she had turned, he continued to move towards her, unsure but determined to say something.
With each step closer, the view before him unfolded into a sweeping panorama of crisp white stretching far into the distance. Over the cliffside, the sight of mountains stretched on, their peaks disappearing into a haze of mist and snow.
The morning sunlight cast a silver hue across the landscape, bouncing off the snow and making it glow with life. The sky above was a pale washed-out blue, still carrying the coolness of the early morning hour, but the rising sun tinted the edges of the clouds with a gentle gold that softened the chill in the air.
It was quiet up there on the cliffside. The only sounds were the faint gusts of wind, whispering to the snow and the soft crunch of his boots against the ground. Cullen cleared his throat, trying to step a little heavier to avoid sneaking up on her too quietly.
He stood beside Juliette, staring into the horizon. The words collided in his mind, there was so much that he wanted to say to her, so many feelings he feared putting into words. She looked up at him and a soft, subdued smile formed on her lips. Cullen glanced at her briefly before turning his gaze back to the valley below. His throat tightened, and the words that formed in his head didnât sound right: beautiful, spectacular, prettyâŚ
âItâs a nice view,â he said, trying to make the words sound casual, but even as he said them, he could hear the way his voice wavered. Just a little too soft, just a little too uncertain. It felt weak. He immediately regretted it.
Juliette glanced up at him, her smile widening. She tilted her head, lips curling into a slight smirk. âItâs a majestic view,â she corrected with a hint of playfulness to her voice.
Cullen chuckled softly, dropping his gaze to the ground, a slight blush creeping up his neck. He hadnât expected her to challenge him with a smile that bright. His pulse quickened, and he swallowed hard, trying to steady himself. âSo it is,â he agreed, the words slipping out with more ease now.
A long silence stretched between them, tension thickening with every passing second. A gentle breeze lifted the scent of pine and smoke from the campfire as it danced in the air. Cullen drew in a deep breath, the cool air filling his lungs, calming his nerves just slightly. Words continued to jumble in his mind, he could almost hear them. Are you okay? Youâve been through so much, and Iâ
He closed his eyes briefly, trying to push the thought away. The question felt too loaded. Too personal. He didnât want to seem eager or risk his body language betraying the way that he felt. He'd asked before and sheâd answered. To ask again would be excessive, he thought. He tried to focus on the landscape, to avoid the way his heart beat faster every time he glanced at her.
He wanted to tell her that he was glad to see her alive, to thank her for what sheâd done, but the fear of saying the wrong thing kept him silent. Itâs been days. To say something now would be strange. Iâve lost my chance. Each breath seemed too loud in the stillness, too intrusive.
He caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of his eye. Juliette was standing with her back slightly turned, her fingers lightly pinching a section of her hair. She twisted it between her fingers, looping and tugging at the ends, coiling it tighter and tighter with every twist. Heâd seen her do this before, usually during tense moments at the war table, when a plan had gone awry. He wondered if it was a mannerism that she subconsciously fell to when feeling stressed.
Cullenâs gaze lingered on her a little longer than he intended, his thoughts trailing off as he watched her movements. She bit her lip in concentration, her brow furrowing slightly, her expression set in a deep focus. There was something about the way she stood there, in quiet contemplation, that made her seem vulnerable. He wished that there was something he could do to support her.
Before he could stop himself, he realized his gaze had lingered longer than it should. Just as he was about to look away, Juliette turned her head, meeting his eyes with an expression that caught him off guard. Her gaze held for a moment, an awkward tension between them that had been building ever since the battle at Haven. He quickly averted his gaze to the ground, rubbing the back of his neck.
âAre you okay, Cullen?â
Her voice was soft, genuine, and it caught him off guard. He had expected to be the one asking that question. The vulnerability in her tone, the quiet concern in her eyes - it took him by surprise.
âYes,â he said quickly, perhaps too quickly, his voice tight and urgent. It was a defensive response. He wanted to believe it, wanted to convince himself that he was fine, that he could still stand firm under the weight of everything that had happened. But it didnât feel true, not in that moment.
Juliette shook her head slightly, a soft frustration flickering in her eyes. She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate, as if trying to close the gap between them. âNo, what I meant wasâŚâ She sighed, releasing the tight coil of hair and letting her hands fall to her sides. âAre you okay? How are you feeling after everything that happened at Haven?â she asked, her words quieter now, but no less insistent.
He held her gaze longer than he intended, the intensity surprising him. His nerves had been gnawing at him since the moment she spoke, but still, he felt compelled to study her face more closely. He saw the way her eyes watched him, the gentle flutter of her lashes as she waited, expectant yet patient. Her cheeks were rosy from the cold, her skin flushed with the windâs bite, but it only seemed to emphasize the quiet beauty that radiated from her despite everything. She looked exhausted, disheveled yet there was a strength in her posture, in the way she held herself.
Cullen wasnât sure how to answer her question. To stop and think about it, it seemed like a luxury he could not afford. The truth was that nobody was doing okay after what had happened. They had little choice but to continue moving forward, propelled by the need for survival and their faith in The Maker. But for her to ask him - no one had before now. Cassandra had checked on him, of course, asking about his withdrawal symptoms - but that was routine, practical. It wasnât this.
âIâm fine,â he said, but his voice wavered ever so slightly, the words feeling heavier than they should.
Julietteâs gaze lingered a while before she tore away her eyes, shaking her head. She turned around and once more, focused on the view before her. Cullen felt like a fool. That was hardly convincing.
He hesitated, the words caught in his throat for a moment, but he couldnât let the silence stretch on any longer. With a quiet exhale, he seized the opportunity, his voice softer than before. âAnd what of you⌠Juliette?â
Her gaze flickered to him, her expression unreadable for just a moment. Then, something softened in her features. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips, but it was quick. Cullen might have missed it if he hadnât been looking at her just at that moment. She didnât say anything at first, her lips pressed together as if she were holding something back.
Her gaze returned to the horizon, but not before Cullen caught the faintest trace of that smile fading. Her hand moved to the hem of her sleeve, fingers curling tightly around the fabric.
âI too am fine,â she said, her voice soft, equally as unconvincing as his.
A strong gust of wind picked up, tearing past them, whipping snow and stray twigs into the air. Juliette turned towards him again, her hair lifted by the breeze as she blinked against the cold. The wind howled in the silence between them, filling the space with its sharp, biting presence.
âI want to stay here,â she confessed suddenly, her wide eyes carrying an unexpected sadness. Cullenâs expression dropped at her words, his eyes softening with concern.
âNot here, exactly,â she clarified, her voice trailing off. âJust... in this moment. Not the past. Not the future.â She sighed, dropping her gaze to the ground. âIâm not making sense,â she murmured in frustration.
She looked back up at him, her eyes searching his, as though silently pleading for understanding. âDo you ever feel like life is just one horrible experience after another?â
Cullen couldnât help but laugh, the sound a little rough around the edges. âMore than youâd realize,â he replied, a wry smile tugging at his lips. The amusement in his tone was soft, but there was an edge of self-deprecation to itâ he, too, had learned the weight of that feeling all too well.
âRight!â she said, the relief in her voice clear as she waved her hand towards him. A soft giggle escaped her lips, and she looked up at the sky. Cullenâs smile deepened as he watched her, feeling the tension between them start to ease with the sound of her laughter. He drew in a deep breath and sighed heavily, all those jumbled thoughts in his mind a little quieter now.
âBesides, itâs pretty here,â she added, her voice soft with a sense of wonder as her eyes followed a bird soaring overhead.
âItâs majestic,â Cullen corrected with a grin, his words coming quickly, almost too smoothly. He had surprised even himself.
Juliette blinked in shock, her eyebrows lifting as she turned to face him fully. The quickness of his response caught her off guard, and for a moment, her lips parted as if she was about to say something. She simply laughed, an impressed "Oh!" escaping her. âThat. That was good, Cullen,â she said, shaking her head with a smile that was part amusement and admiration.
Varric placed Bianca down beside him and settled into his spot beside the campfire. The crackle of the flames contended with the harsh, rhythmic grating of the whetstone scraping along the edge of Cassandraâs sword. Her face was set in concentration, brows furrowed slightly as she adjusted the angle, her gaze steady and unwavering. The sword had been through enough battles to have its share of scars, but she made sure it would be ready for whatever came next.
Dorian sat nearby, dramatically hugging himself, his teeth chattering as he shivered. Heâd spent the last few days complaining about the cold, and by this point, Varric had learned to drown him out.
Varric glanced toward the sunlight as it pierced through the clouds, his eyes catching on the figures standing by the cliffside. His grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as his curiosity piqued. The way they were standing... too close. Too comfortable.
"Seeker?" Varric's voice cut through the quiet, snapping Cassandra from her focus. She glared at him, expecting some ridiculous remark to follow.
âWhat?â she muttered, still not fully pulling her attention away from her sword.
âIâve got to ask," Varric began, leaning back on his elbow, "you were there when The Herald was rescued. What was the mood like?â
âUgh,â Cassandra dropped the sword before her with a heavy sigh of disgust. âYouâre not planning on writing a book about all of this, are you, dwarf?â
âIâm a storyteller, Seeker,â Varric chuckled, "I donât have much of a knack for writing romances, but Iâve written enough to recognize the beginnings of one."
âRomance?â Cassandraâs expression softened, just for a moment, from stern to curious. âYou⌠you write romance?â
âIâve tried my hand at a few genres,â Varric said, his tone light.
Cassandra turned her focus back to sharpening her sword, picking it up again with an exaggerated eyeroll. âI donât see what this has to do with The Herald.â
âOh, come on, Seeker!â Varricâs voice took on a patronizing tone. âYou saw how distressed Curly was when she didnât come back with us.â
âIt was a very serious moment,â Cassandra said quickly, a defensive edge to her tone. âOur Commander worked hard to ensure the safety of us all.â
âMhmm,â Dorian hummed from behind his cup, sounding unconvinced.
Cassandra shot him a sharp glare before turning back to Varric. âYouâre trying to make this into a story. Stop.â
"He carried her back to camp, Cassandra. Bridal style!" Varric leaned in, enjoying the effect of his words. There was a hint of amusement in his voice.
"She was injured, Varric!" Cassandra said, rolling her eyes as she picked up the sword again, clearly exasperated. "Honestly, must you make everything into some... melodrama?â
âI donât know,â Varric said, his gaze shifting back toward the cliffside, where Juliette and Cullen stood. He noticed the way Juliette smiled up at Cullen, the soft tilt of her head when she laughed, the subtle sway from side to side as she spoke. Cullen had his head lowered as he listened, standing close. He was smiling back at her. Cullen, smiling. That should say it all.
Varric raised his eyebrows, looking back at Cassandra, his grin widening. âI think thereâs something between them.â
Cassandra scoffed, rolling her eyes, but there was a brief pause before she spoke, as though the idea hadnât quite settled out of her mind. âRidiculous.â
Dorian laughed, watching Cassandra closely as she shifted her gaze towards the cliffside, the realization slowly settling in.
âTruly fascinating!â Dorian quipped, unable to hide the smugness in his voice. âItâs almost as though I can hear the cogs turning in her mind.â
Cassandraâs expression faltered for a moment, her usually stern features softening with a flicker mischief. Without missing a beat, she reached down and picked up the whetstone, tossing it at Dorian with a snap of her wrist. Dorian barely dodged it, grinning broadly as the stone whizzed past his ear.
âIdiot,â she muttered, though there was a subtle curve to the corner of her mouth.
âHow âbout it, Sparkler?â Varric leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eye. âTen Silvers those two end up together by the end of the year.â
Dorian leaned back dramatically, clutching his cup as if wounded. âDo you take me for a fool? A losing bet? I wouldnât wager on them if you paid me in gold.â
Cullenâs voice drifted over to Juliette, pulling her attention back to him as he spoke, his tone warm with amusement.
ââŚand then traveled by ship to Kirkwall. Iâd lived in the middle of a lake. I thought I was prepared for sea travelâŚâ His voice trailed off, and he held her gaze, the warmth of his eyes catching hers. A soft smile curved at his lips.
It wasnât until he paused that Juliette realized she was staring. The sudden awareness of his attention hit her all at once, and her heart gave a small leap. A flutter in her chest warmed her face, and her cheeks blushed as she quickly pulled her eyes away, focusing instead on the distant view over the cliffside. She reached for her hair once more, twisting it between her fingers as she tried to regain her composure.
âYou didnât enjoy the journey?â she asked, her pulse still racing as she spoke, voice a little higher than usual.
Cullen chuckled, the sound low and breathy, and Julietteâs stomach fluttered in response. She quickly exhaled, wishing for the warmth in her chest to subside. That laugh. Every time she heard it, it sent a tingle through her.
"I canât say that I did enjoy it, no," Cullen replied, his tone still light, but with a hint of humour that made her wonder for a moment if there was something deeper to his story than he was willing to let on.
âAs horrible as it wasâŚ, â Juliette began, locking her eyes with his once more. There was a small pause as she quietly drew in a breath, her smile growing as she braved eye contact. âIt was nice to see the sea again. Of course, it would be a lot nicer without all the rain and âŚwar,â she laughed nervously, looking to the ground.
âWhat was it you said at the temple? About clearer skies and warmer weather?â Cullen asked, his brow furrowing in thought. He was still smiling, but there was an intensity to his gaze now, one that made her pulse race.
Julietteâs smile faltered for a second, surprise flickering across her face. He remembers that?
âYouâre not going to leave, are you?â he asked, his voice gentle, almost uncertain.
âIâŚâ she hestitated a moment, lost for words, her eyes lost in his. She noticed the way the light reflected his eyes, the golden colour sparkling in his iris. His voice was so soft, gentle. âIâŚno,â she said with a slow shake of her head. For a moment it seemed as though a flicker of worry had crossed his features, as though her reaction had made him feel unsure. She took a step back and pulled away her gaze, unable to resist the smirk growing on her lips. He wants me to stay.
âIâm not going anywhere,â she confirmed, slowly lifting her eyes back to his.
Cullen smiled, a genuine smile that made her heart skip a beat. âGood,â he replied before turning his back and walking away. âEnjoy the rest of your morning, Herald.â
Juliette stood there, speechless as she watched him walk away, her mind swirling with his words, her own feelings now amplified as she began to wonder.
Does he? No. Iâm thinking too much.
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Surviving the Depths
Written by: brood Illustrated by: Arja and Adurna
Rating: Explicit Content Warnings: Graphics Depictions of Violence Fandom(s): Dragon Age Inquisition Major Pairing(s)/Character(s): Sera & Solas; Sera, Solas
While in Emprise du Lion, Solas and Sera find themselves trapped in a complex cave system. With limited supplies and only each other to depend on, will they be able to make it out? To further complicate matters, there are many risks in these caves⌠some more surprising than others.
More from brood: @broodwolf221 More from Arja: @greypetrel More from Adurna: @adurna0-art
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A rare moment of rest for the Inquisitor and her Commander
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#modern girl in thedas#qunari inquisitor#cullen rutherford#cullen romance#commander cullen#cullen x inquisitor#beautiful art
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While i play dragon age vailguard i always catch myself thinking that i terribly lack normal romances, so i'm waiting for when i can once again start a romance with Cullen
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