#cassandra pentaghast / female inquisitor

[julesarago]

Forgot to post these the other day, but here's the two other illustrations I did for the IGN article on DA Lore and Choices in Veilguard. We wanted to capture the idea of different world states you could have in your game, so we have 3 different Inquisitors and a stained glass inspired piece that represents disbanding the Inquisition or joining the Divine's forces.

I wanted to carry thru the same broken mirror effect to match the banner (which you can see here) and I had a lot of fun figuring out how to mix that in to all the illustrations.

Also if you've been here a while, you make recognize Sybil on the left and Freya on the right in the top image, cause of COURSE I'm gonna include my special little Inquisitors when given literally any opportunity.

[marduksstuff]

I finally got a chance to play Inquisition!!! I LOVE CASSANDRA SO MUCH, SHE'S SO CUTE

[whisperingdusk]

Affection

Happy pride month, and my sympathies to all sapphics who got rejected by Cassandra Pentaghast. May the next game finally bring us a strong romancable woman ���

[elfbotanist]

DOUBLE DATE

[miliflaiart]

And of course, my fav companions from Dragon Age Inquisition

My Inquisitors and who I romanced:

Ne’lia 💚 Solas

Gui’liel 💜 Dorian

[longiflorum]

[lavellanhell]

So obviously the goal is to establish the Inquisition to serve as an organization that will bring peace to the people and solve all threats. At least that's what they said they read from Justinian's writings.

Leliana went to send a message to the mages and templars. At least one must join in order for us to have enough power to close the breach.

Whether the crows flew in with the message safely or not…

... no reply reached Heaven. Not from either of them.

And so Josephine decided that it was necessary to officially announce the creation of the Inquisition and its interests. Cullen was so upset that even though he's normally a neat freak, he nailed the plaque to the door crookedly.

I don't really understand human politics, but it was clear that a lot of people didn't like the Inquisition. And especially to those who were among the dignitaries of the Chantry. Cassandra knew that the action would soon provoke a reaction, so she began gathering the Inquisition army. For now, it was made up of volunteers, survivors and refugees.

Commander Cullen threw out contacts among his Templar friends who would be willing to join our cause. And indeed some came. Commander did a great job training the soldiers.

Leliana also soon developed a network of spies from her contacts. And Josephine was also active - she actively sought out persons among the nobles and other influential personalities who could contribute some material gift or at least a good word in certain circles.

Even though the numbers weren't high yet, soon Haven was too small for us. In addition to soldiers, merchants and volunteers, crowds of refugees began to flow here, seeking comfort and pinning their hopes on us. To the Inquisition.

[crowinkwriting]

Tranquisitor

[Thank you to everyone who read chapter 1! Here is chapter 2!]

Chapter 2:

Once Olive finally stepped outside into the cold she could barely believe her eyes. Not only could she feel the winter air but as she turned she could see a green storm like swirl in the sky but it clearly was no normal storm. 

“We call it the breach. It’s a massive rift into the world of demons that grows larger with each passing hour.” Cassandra explained as Olive watched the green in the sky.

Cassandra had said more but Olive couldn’t turn away from the sky. She could clearly see the large stones and other material the green mass had gathered and watched as they swirled around what Olive assumed was the thing Cassandra had referred to as the Breach. Whatever this was Olive knew she couldn’t have done it. She had been tranquil, or that’s what she assumed, for Maker knows how long.

Suddenly the stinging in the mage’s hand returned and Olive fell to the ground in pain. “Each time the breach expands your mark spreads and it is killing you. It may be the key to stopping this, but there isn’t much time.” Cassandra explained as she helped Olive to her feet.

“What do you mean it’s the key?” Olive asked, looking from her hand and then back to Cassandra.

“To closing the breach. Whether that’s possible is something we shall discover shortly. It is our only chance, however. And yours.” Cassandra answered. Even with the Seeker explaining everything Olive thought this was so much to take in. ‘I should be in the circle.’ Olive thought. She wasn’t even sure where she was or what happened to the circle. ‘The First Enchanter wouldn’t have just let me go.’ Olive remembered.

Even with all her confusion Olive knew now might not be the time to be asking questions. The sky had a giant hole in it and apparently she was the only one that could help. 

“I’ll do what I can.” Olive responded to Cassandra. ‘Maker help me.’ Olive prayed in her head.

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As they made their way closer to the forward camp Olive saw more of the damage, broken buildings, burning carts, and wounded soldiers. Hurt and frantic soldiers continued to pass them as Cassandra took the mage up a dirt path. Olive wanted to ask if this had been from the Breach but she remained silent.

Cassandra led Olive to the gates of the second bridge in silence and the mage had noticed as the two walked across the bridge that there were almost no soldiers. There were a few at the end and probably waiting for Olive and her companion. The Seeker walked ahead of Olive and as she followed she couldn’t help but stare at the green light coming from the sky. The view from the bridge was much clearer and now she could see what looked like balls of green fire hailing down to the ground around it.

They were almost across when Olive had noticed one of the bright green balls headed right toward them. Before she could warn anyone the fire ball had hurled itself at the bridge and Olive felt the stone under her feet crumble away. The mage covered her head with her arms as she began to hit the hard stones.

Once she had heard the ice below Olive looked up to see more green balls headed in her and Casandra’s direction. These ones only landed a few yards away and once they hit the ground Olive saw the demon that had been within the fire.

“Stay behind me!” Cassandra commanded as she charged forward to stop the demon in front of them.

Olive then noticed beside her another demon rising from the ground. She looked around quickly for something to defend herself when she noticed a staff a few feet away from her. Once she noticed the staff she quickly got to her feet and grabbed the staff beside her. She then turned and raised her staff to the slowly approaching demon.

Nothing. ‘Where’s my magic?’ Olive internally panicked. As the demon continued to approach Olive couldn’t find a way to use any of her magic. She continued to move back until she felt her legs hit the crates behind her. ‘This can’t be it.’ She thought as she watched the demon come closer. She had just gotten her mind back and the Maker wouldn’t be so cruel to let her die now.

Even though her magic wasn’t seeming to work she did notice that large spiked ball at the end of the staff. WIth the demon was still approaching Olive realized she didn’t have much she could do. Once the creature was in rage Olive, with all of her strength, bashed the demon in the head with the metal end of the staff.

The creature then stumbled back and while it covered it’s head in pain Olive quickly ran past it. She then turned to see Cassandra fighting another demon and there were several more on the snowy hill and further back on the ice. Without her magic Olive wasn’t sure what she could do. Cassandra was handling one demon but there were still several more approaching and Olive didn’t want to leave her to deal with them on her own.

While Olive was trying to think of a plan she hadn’t noticed the injured angry demon quickly charging at her. Out of the corner of her eye Olive noticed the giant claw headed right at her head and quickly ducked out of the way. She then turned to the enraged demon behind her and when she tried to raise the staff to take another swing the demon quickly knocked it out of her hand and onto the ice.

With her weapon gone Olive raised her hands to her head in order to provide her some protection from the incoming claws of the demon. Anticipating the attack of the demon, Olive stuck her hand out in an attempt to block the blow of the creature but before it could hit Olive felt a surge of lightning from her hand strike the demon. The chain of lightning felt stronger than she remembered and the demon fell to the ground.

Once the demon was dead Olive looked at her hand and saw small purple sparks. ‘Thank the Maker.’ Olive through as she reached for the staff that had been previously knocked out of her hand. After picking up the staff Olive turns back to the rest of the demons who had now gathered closer to her and Cassandra, who was fighting another demon. Olive aimed a blast of lightning at the closest demon and while it wasn’t as powerful as the previous one she could tell it did some damage. The attack had gotten the demon's attention and as it quickly approached Olive readied herself for another fight.

Throughout the fight Olive could feel it becoming more and more difficult to use her magic or control it. She had managed to function well enough to defeat the creatures in front of them but once the last demon had fallen Olive felt exhausted. As Olive leaned against her staff she noticed Cassandra quickly approaching but this time her sword was pointed at the mage.

“Drop your weapon. Now.” Cassandra ordered pointing her sword at the scared mage. In a panic Olive let go of her staff and heard the loud clink of it hitting the ice beside her. “Alright. Have it your way.” Olive nervously responds looking between Cassandra and her sword.

“Wait.” Cassandra said while she put her sword away. “I cannot protect you, and I cannot expect you to be defenseless.”

After hearing that Olive slowly moved to grab the staff beside her while keeping an eye on the Seeker. Once Olive grabbed the staff she quickly followed behind Casandra who had stopped a few feet ahead and turned back to Olive. “I should remember that you agreed to come willingly.” Cassandra said before the two continued on walking in silence.

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“We’re getting close to the rift. You can hear the fighting.” Cassandra told Olive as the two climbed up the snowy stairs.

Olive stopped for a moment to try and listen. “Who’s fighting?” She asked as her and Cassandra continued forward.

“You’ll see soon. We must help them.” Cassandra answered back.

Once they reached the top of the stairs Olive could see what Cassandra was talking about. Up ahead were two large pillars and past them was what Olive assumed was once a town, but was now just rubble and burning buildings. In the middle of all the destruction and fighting she also saw the large green mass hanging in the sky. ‘That must be the rift.’ Olive though.

As they got closer she saw the group of soldiers fighting a demon. ‘There’s another mage.’ Olive thought, noticing the elf that was helping the soldiers. She then realized that aside from herself he had been the first mage she had seen since she woke up here. ‘I hope everyone’s okay.’ Olive wished.

Cassandra again charged forward to fight the demon in front of them while Olive stayed back. Olive raised her staff to attack the demon with more lightning but once she tried the attack all she saw was a small spark shot forward. ‘Not again!’ Olive internally panicked. She just wanted this to be a sick joke by the Maker but Olive knew the issue with her magic would have to be fixed later. Olive ran forward and instead of any spell she just hit the demon with the metal part of her staff.

As Cassandra struck the demon with her sword again Olive stepped backward toward what she assumed was called the rift. “Quickly, before more come through!” She heard someone yell behind her right before she felt someone pull on her left wrist. Her hand was then lifted to the rift and as the bright green glow returned so did the stabbing pain. The glow from her hand got stronger and Olive could feel the pull from the fade. She then heard a loud bang followed by the rift quickly sealing itself but up.

The stranger beside her released her wrist and Olive watched as the green glow and pain faded away again. She then turned to see who had grabbed her wrist and saw it was the elven mage she had noticed earlier. “What did you do?” She asked him, still quite confused from what happened.

“I did nothing. The credit is yours.” He responded. Olive then slowly looked down at her hand. “I closed that thing? How?” Olive asked before looking back at the mage beside her.

“Whatever magic opened the Breach in the sky also placed that mark upon your hand. I theorized the mark might be able to close the rifts that have opened in the Breach’s wake, and it seems I was correct.” The elven mage explained to her.

Before Olive could say anything Cassandra spoke up again. “Meaning it could also close the Breach itself.”

“Possibly.” He said to Cassandra and then he turned back to Olive. “It seems you hold the key to our salvation.”

“Good to know. Here I thought we’d be ass deep in demons forever.” Olive heard behind her and when she turned to see who had spoken she saw a handsome dwarf holding an odd looking crossbow. “Varric Tethras. Rogue, storyteller, and occasionally unwelcome tagalong.” He introduced herself and winked at Cassandra.

“Are you with the Chantry?” Olive asked.

The mage beside her chuckled before speaking up. “Was that a serious question?”

“Technically I’m a prisoner, just like you.” Varric told Olive.

“I brought you here to tell your story to the Divine. Clearly that is no longer necessary.” Cassandra finally pipes up.

“Yet, here I am. Lucky for you, considering current events.” The dwarf responded to Cassandra. Olive could tell there they probably knew each other and she finally noticed the large crossbow the dwarf had.

“That’s a nice crossbow you have there.” Olive said.

“Ah, isn’t she? Bianca and I have been through a lot together.” He responded, speaking fondly of his weapon.

Olive seemed confused when she heard that because she had never heard of someone giving their weapon a name. “You named your crossbow Bianca?” She asked.

“Of course, and she’ll be great company in the valley.” Varric happily answered. Before either could say anything else Cassandra stepped in between the two. “Absolutely not. Your help is appreciated, Varric, but-” Cassandra started to state but was interrupted by Varric. “Have you been in the valley lately, Seeker? Your soldiers aren’t in control anymore. You need me.” Varric responded, smirking at the very annoyed armored woman in front of him.

Cassandra let out an ‘ugh’ sound as she turned around, clearly annoyed, and walked ahead of the group. Before Olive could turn to check on the woman she noticed the mage who had helped her earlier. “My name is Solas, if there are to be introductions. I’m pleased to see you still live.” He introduced himself.

Olive wasn’t really sure what to say. She wanted to ask about the mages, circle, the rift, or even what was going on. It was clear he knew something about her hand but before she could say anything Varric spoke up. “He means, ‘I kept that mark from killing you while you slept.'” Varric mentioned.

“Thank you.” Olive said to Solas with a smile. She was both thankful and impressed that he had managed to save her from whatever the mark on her hand was. Now that she was getting a better look at Solas Olive noticed that he didn’t seem to be dressed like a circle mage and his staff looked old and like he had probably made it himself. ‘He’s an apostate.’ she realized. An apostate had saved her life.

“Thank me if we manage to close the Breach without killing you in the process.” Solas responded to her before walking over to speak to Cassandra. Despite being an apostate Olive thought he seemed pretty friendly and he had been the only mage she had seen so far, which she realized was quite strange. Instead of finding an experienced circle mage the Chantry had gotten an apostate to heal her. A nice apostate, but he was still an apostate. Not only that but she realized Cassandra had been the only sign of Templar presence and the Seekers aren’t even Templars. ‘What’s going on?’ Olive wondered.

“Understood. We must get to the forward camp quickly.” Olive heard Cassandra say to Solas. The Seeker and Solas then began to continue onward. “Well, Bianca’s excited.” Varric commented as he and Olive quickly followed the two ahead of them. This just kept getting stranger for Olive.

[Masterpost]

[andrastes-flaming-arse]

🦁 Cœur de Lion 🦁

As Thedas is plunged into chaos, Aithne Trevelyan desperately seeks to escape the suffocating grip of her noble family and the haunting memories of the Ostwick Circle. Each day is a battle against the echoes of her past, as she longs for a life free from her painful upbringing. Cullen Rutherford, former Knight-Captain of the Kirkwall Circle, fights his own demons. The scars of lyrium addiction run deep, leaving him to grapple with the remnants of a life filled with despair; Cullen feels unworthy of love and redemption. Thrown together as the sky falls apart, both will have to learn to set aside their tempestuous pasts and confront the evils that threaten to engulf everything they hold dear. Through trials involving family, conflict and magic, will love bring them together or ultimately tear them apart?

🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁

A full Trevelyan/Cullen fic that I might extend to Veilguard, with the Inquisitor as the main character because fuck you Bioware. What was Veilguard. Look how you massacred my egg Solas. You took a perfectly good elven god and ruined him. He has anxiety and so do the rest of us after that shit.

[caralynlane]

Alright I finally started playing Dragon Age Inquisition

And u know what? I hate it. For a choice between romancing Cullen(completely soft, better then Alistair 100 times) and Sera(lil motherfucker)

Sooo, what was your choice? And why?

[coryfirelion]

COMMISSION FOR MY LOVE, @natsora <3 <3 Thank you for the commission <3 <3 I love Trev and Cass so much!! Cass and Trev being lovely and cheeky xD Commissions here!

[stardustandash]

First of the Febuwhump stories has arrived!!

For @natsora, CPR featuring Cassandra/F!Inquisitor. I hope you like it!! It's been so long since I've played around in Dragon Age and this was very fun to write (and ended up way longer than intended lol).

Words: 2,012

Tags: near-drowning, hypothermia, hurt/comfort, Cassandra's gay panic

ao3 link

when is a kiss not truly a kiss?

The Emprise du Lion is always cold. Cassandra has been through a handful of times in the past, and those few times only because it lies on one of the main routes from Orlais to Ferelden. There is not much of anything here, aside from some stunning mountain vistas. Of course, the cold did lend itself to nights in the tent spent huddled for warmth, just her and the Inquisitor. Not that Cassandra thought of it like that. It was simply nice to be able to cuddle with a warm body and try very hard not to think about all the books where the heroine got lost in the snow with her handsome love interest and they needed to keep each other warm. The Inquisitor is the Inquisitor. She is fearsome and strong and above all else, untouchable.

Cassandra shakes her head to clear it and follows after said Inquisitor. Among the snow Lavellan’s armour shines bright as her smile as she laughs at something Dorian has said. She watches them, jealous of the easy camaraderie between the two. And with her eyes forward she can ignore the glances from Varric. He has been exceptionally annoying of late, making crude innuendos about the sleeping arrangements whenever Lavellan is just out of earshot or raising his eyebrows suggestively whenever Cassandra’s eyes linger too long. She has tried pointing out that she is not about to let the Inquisitor share a tent with a man she is not in a relationship with, and that she must keep an eye on Lavellan as one of her guards. Yet as always Varric never listens. Ugh.

Today the cold in their boots is for getting rid of the rift over the lake. Lavellan had been trying to put it off during the colder months, but now that spring is on its way they needed to get rid of it before they end up fighting demons in rowboats. Maker knows that Lavellan would try.

The rift is visible from the edge of the lake as a distant green glow. Sahrnia sits behind them, its people still present despite the red lyrium and red Templars and all the evil conjured in the valley. At least with the rift gone there will be no more demons wandering close to town. Lavellan is in agreement as she strides across the frozen lake with a sense of purpose that has Varric struggling to keep pace.

“Inquisitor, slow down. We should face them together,” Cassandra calls.

It is not the first time she has made such a request of Lavellan, and with her luck it will not be the last. The words fall on deaf ears as Lavellan only moves faster, unsheathing her greatsword as she closes in on the demons wandering below the rift. Cassandra sighs, and chases after her.

The battle is quick and messy. While Cassandra and Lavellan lay waste to the demons with their swords Dorian picks them off at a distance while Varric times careful shots. It is a dance they have perfected on the battlefield. And while Cassandra never did get used to the ballgowns and flowing movements of a nobleman’s soiree, here she thrives. She slashes at a shade and uses her shield to bash it towards Lavellan. The Inquisitor does not hesitate, barely finishing parrying a blow from a terror demon before spinning to hack the shade in two with her massive blade. The rest of the fight continues much the same way and only minutes later Lavellan has her hand raised to the rift to close it. The air hums with a low rumble as the rift pulses once, twice, then slams closed. As it does Lavellan deflates, shaking out her arm and trying to regain steady legs. Cassandra hovers close at her side but doesn’t touch her. Just close, so that the Inquisitor knows she is there if she needs someone to hold on to.

“Well, what say you we head back to Sahrnia and see what kind of food they can scrounge up for their saviour. The rest of the weird shit in this valley can wait until tomorrow,” says Varric lightly as he hefts his absurd crossbow onto his back.

Cassandra glares at him. He is not the leader of this party, and if it were not the Inquisitor, it would be Cassandra who made the calls.

“Sounds great,” says Lavellan in a tired voice.

“It is far too cold out here, and I would like to be back by a fire sooner rather than later,” agrees Dorian.

“At least we don’t have too far to go,” says Varric as he takes up the lead.

Walking while staring at the dwarf’s broad back is aggravating, but Cassandra will not let herself move too far from the Inquisitor. Just in case. This is why, as they reach the bank nearest the town, Cassandra is the only one to hear the ice cracking.

She pauses first as the low, snapping sound meets her ears. Her eyes scan for potential enemies sneaking up on their flank before she realizes that the Inquisitor is no longer moving behind her. That the sound came from below.

Cassandra turns slowly to see Lavellan frozen on the ice. A crack spiderwebs below Lavellan’s boot and Cassandra is suddenly aware of how much weight the armour and sword that grace the Inquisitor must weigh.

“Stay very still,” says Cassandra in a calm, commanding tone. “You will be fine.”

The panic on Lavellan’s face says that she very much doubts the veracity of that statement, but the trust in her eyes nearly undoes all the calm resolve Cassandra’s trying to cling to. She nods, muscles tense and frozen. They are only mere feet from the shore, Cassandra could reach and grab her and lunge the rest of the ten feet or so to solid ground. But that might send both of them through the ice. No, she needs to be more cautious about this, and it doesn’t help that Lavellan is staring her down with those big, trusting, beautiful eyes.

“Very slowly slide your foot forward. Don’t take steps, just shift your weight across the ice. Slowly.”

Lavellan follows her orders. Cassandra can hardly breathe as she shifts her weight slowly across the ice. Though she cannot reach the Inquisitor she holds her hand out like she might spontaneously gain magic and pull her to safety. Lavellan’s hand reaches back for her, the distance between them so close and yet altogether too far.

A low twanging sound echoes from the ice. There is a pause like a deep breath, before Lavellan disappears under the broken ice.

“Lavellan!”

Three voices chorus in their fear. Cassandra goes to surge forward, to dive in after Lavellan if she must, to get her out of the water but finds Varric’s strong hands holding her back. Instead it is Dorian who sprints towards the hole through which the Inquisitor disappeared.

“Let me go,” Cassandra all but growls at Varric as she struggles against him.

���No way, Seeker. Your muscles plus your armour would mean you’d go straight to the bottom too.”

Straight to the bottom too. Lavellan, straight to the bottom of the lake. Maker, she doesn’t even know if the Inquisitor can swim. Something bitter and fearful claws its way up Cassandra’s throat but she cannot act on it. She must be strong. Instead she digs in her pouch for potions. The town is not far, but too far for whatever healing Lavellan might need. She stands at the ready, watching as Dorian kneels carefully at the edge of the ice and plunges a hand into the water. He searches around for a moment before his face lights up with determination and he begins trying to pull something.

“Some help would be nice,” he shouts back at them, voice strained with more than just effort.

“Help him, Varric,” says Cassandra.

For once there isn’t some kind of sarcastic remark as Varric carefully eases himself onto the ice and dunks his arms in the water too. Together he and Dorian manage to heave a boneless, fully armoured Lavellan out of the water. She lies limp on the ice as Dorian and Varric drag her to shore. As soon as she’s in reach Cassandra rips her out of their hands and kneels beside her.

The Inquisitor’s lips are blue. Her eyes closed and the lids are darkened to purple. Yet the most concerning thing is that Cassandra cannot tell if she is breathing. She unsheathes her dagger and holds it under Lavellan’s nose. Seconds pass but no air mists the blade. They did not have much time. Cassandra uses her dagger to slice the leather straps of Lavellan’s armour and tosses it aside. Without it she seems so small, but Cassandra cannot stop to think on it. Instead she tries to remember every bit of her training for such a scenario as she folds her hands together over Lavellan’s breastbone and presses down in what she hopes is the correct rhythm.

“What are you doing?” asks Dorian. He sounds on the edge of hysterical but if this is going to work Cassandra cannot stop.

Instead she murmurs to Lavellan. “Breathe, Lavellan. By the Maker you are not meant to die here. Please, breathe.”

Lavellan, ever ignoring Cassandra’s suggestions, only moves in small jolts as Cassandra presses down on her. After what she hopes is the correct amount of presses Cassandra leans down to breathe for her. Lavellan’s lips are icy cold against her own and Cassandra tries to ignore every thought in her brain that isn’t about trying to save her life. The world shrinks down to her, Lavellan, and the count of compressions and breaths. Varric and Dorian could be yelling blasphemy or dancing naked in the snow for all she knows. All that matters is trying to bring back Lavellan.

The cycle continues. For how long Cassandra cannot say. She cannot stop, she cannot let Lavellan die. The hope that Lavellan will breathe again fades with every compression, yet she will not stop. Then, at last, there is a tiny gasp before the body under her hands is suddenly alive and convulsing with coughs. Cassandra quickly rolls her onto her side and pats her back in a hopefully soothing manner. As she does the world comes back into sharp focus. Her hands are icy cold, and her knees are stiff against the snow. Both Varric and Dorian have swooped down upon Lavellan, potion bottles in hand and cloaks ready to wrap around her. Cassandra practically snatches the cloak from Dorians grip to gently tuck it around Lavellan. She isn’t shivering, and Cassandra knows this is not a good sign. She presses Lavellan as close to herself as she can and tries to haul them both upright. It doesn’t work. Lavellan can’t get her feet under herself no matter the effort she puts in.

So Cassandra simply shifts so she can put her arm under Lavellan’s knees and pull her up into her arms and against her chest. Her knees protest, but she can ignore them. The Inquisitor is her highest priority, and right now she needs to get her somewhere warm, and preferably with a healer.

“Dorian, run ahead and find us a place to stay in Sahrnia and get a fire going,” orders Cassandra.

To his credit, Dorian obeys without any witty remarks. He takes off towards the buildings as fast as he can though the snow.

Unfortunately, Cassandra cannot think of anything to get Varric to stop his worried hovering at her side as she strides towards Sahrnia. She does her best to ignore him, instead focusing on Lavellan. Her cheeks are pink with cold, even as her lips remain more purple. She’s far too cold. Cassandra tries holding her tighter, closer, and is rewarded by a cold nose against her neck. Feeling the Inquisitor’s skin against her own brings an odd heat to Cassandra’s cheeks. Yet she cannot let herself think on it. For now, she must take care of Lavellan.

(I intend to post this one to ao3 @natsora, if you want to give me your ao3 handle i will gift this to you there!)

[creaturefeaturecommando]

Oretta: Alright big boy, time for a nap, you've been working your ass off on this red lyrium shit, my knight commander needs rest.

Cullen: But Inquisitor-

Oretta: We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You decide.

Cullen: I'm sorry but I have to get this done.

-Five minutes later-

Josephine: W...What is The Inquisitor doing to Cullen ?

Oretta, carrying Cullen over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes: I warned ya Cully-Boy, but you wanted to do it the hard way.

Cullen, blushing profusely: INQUISITOR, PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT !

Oretta: Nah, you wanted to do this the hard way, ima do it the hard way.

Cullen: YOU COULD HAVE TAKEN ME TO MY BED !

Oretta: First of all, that was only the option if you went the easy way, second of all, your mattress is way too hard and is probably fucking up your back, so I'm taking you to my room. We just have to walk across Skyhold in front of EVERYONE to get there.

Cassandra: My, I didn't know that the Inquisitor was so strong....

Iron Bull: Oh yeah, I work out with her sometimes. Boss says she can't solely rely on her magic to defend herself so she's been working out vigorously. It's scary how swole she's gotten so fast but I think her muscles are made out of mostly spite and the need to destroy Coryphyus.

Varric: Wow... look at her... she's actually climbing those tall ass stairs with Cullen over her shoulder...a dainty looking elf like her lugging around the knight commander like he's nothing and she's not even breaking a sweat.

Cole, appearing from nowhere: But it's okay. Cullen actually secretly likes being manhandled by her, so we shouldn't be alarmed.

Varric:.... I always knew he was freaky.

Iron Bull: Dorian owes me a drink.

-In the Inquisitors Quarters-

Cullen: That wasn't funny, Oretta ! Everyone saw ! I won't be able to show my face around Skyhold for weeks ! Do you know how hard that is since I'm knight commander ?!?

Oretta: I'm pretty sure that I heard you moan when I grabbed your waist tighter to make sure that you didn't fall when we went up the stairs, so was it really that bad for you ?

Cullen:.......

Oretta, opening her arms: Now let me hold you some more.

Cullen, crawling into her arms: Alright.... I really could use a nap...

[narrettwist]

Cassandra: In theory the Seekers are there to keep an eye on the Templars and keep them on a leash if need be.

Michi looking over at Cullen: What do you know, I'm a Seeker.

Cassandra: Inquisitor, you are a mage. It would be impossible for you to become... That is not what you meant.

Sera and Dorian laughing their assess off.

[lavellanhell]

Cassandra pulled me towards the Temple of Sacred Ashes and along the way we encountered a huge number of demons. I'm a mage, so I've dealt with a few demons in my life, but this is on a whole other level. And just when I thought we couldn't handle a bigger onslaught, a pale, handsome elf took my hand - and pointed that hand directly into the rift.

Turns out I really can close rifts. Although I have no idea how that is possible. And obviously no one knew it, not even the unknown dwarf behind us.