💌 or really just any fic ideas you have percolating! i'd love to hear
Thanks for the ask! Percolating is the right word for what my current wip is doing in my brain lol.
I’ve been on a Cullen/Mage Inquisitor kick and I usually write with a different Inquisitor each time, changing her to fit the need of the story. This is how I play DAI too tbh, I don’t really have a canon Inquisitor, just whatever decisions I feel like taking at the time. (I realize how unhinged this is) BUT I started writing this really aggressive anti-Templar, reluctant Inquisitor and loved how fun it was. So I made her in game and now Petra Trevelyan is my newest OC and I love her 😍
Here’s a quick excerpt from firsts, set during their first meeting the night before the Conclave:
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“Are you late for something?” she asks, tilting her head to one side as she analyzes him. Analysis is the only word for it, for staring at every shadow and wrinkle on his face, her own face perfectly neutral, as if she’s trying to memorize every detail for later. He feels like he’s under a magnifying glass, suddenly aware of his every flaw, the gray hairs that have popped up behind his ears, the heavy circles under his eyes, all laid bare before her. He suppresses the urge to shiver, a strange reaction. He’s used to mages scrutinizing him before, but not like this. There’s something bold in how she’s looking at him. It makes him uncomfortable.
“As I said, I am in charge of security for all the attendees of this event. Standing in a tavern explaining myself to a pair of mages isn’t part of my duties.”
“Surely, you understand my concern with having what appears to be a leader within the Templar Order in charge of the Conclave’s security.”
“Actually, I don’t,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest, the metal of his arm guards clinking against his chest plate, mirroring her own stance. “Why don’t you explain it to me?”
Her eyebrows twitch, as if she was going to move them but thought better of it. A small line forms between her eyes. Changes in her expressions are small but noticeable. She’s not as schooled as she thought, and for some reason the realization brings half a smile to Cullen’s face.
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