[One-Shot] Request & Doubt
Title: Request & Doubt
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: Cullen/f!Trevelyan
Word Count: 741
Genre: General, Angst
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: After the defeat of the Elder One, the Inquisitor attends her celebration party, feeling like she has let down the man she loves because he was injured in the battle.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age nor the characters, just borrowing them from BioWare for a little while.
Prompt: writerverse : Challenge #15: January BINGO Table of DOOOOOM! (Phase 13) [ Bingo Table]
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“My lady Inquisitor,” Cullen's words were low as he bent at the waist, giving her the smallest of bows to gain her attention as one of the servants Josephine had hired closed the door behind her entry into the great hall. His honey gaze was filled with emotion that he was half skillfully trying to hide behind his tactfully curved lips.
“Commander,” Evelyn gave the barest acknowledgment as she lightly chewed on her bottom lip, her own gaze not leaving his.
Maker's Breath... It was a sight to behold him... her Commander in his full regalia, even the cuts and scrapes and bruises she knew was under all that armor, wasn't enough to dissuade the image of him standing there in front of her. The bruise adorning his cheek was turning a dark shade of purple, almost black in the warm light of the braziers.
Josephine has spent the last week parading through the great hall with an abundance of servants, scurrying around at her quick and exasperated orders, in preparation for the celebration she had planned. Following the defeat of the Elder One, everyone in Skyhold, even Thedas, wanted to celebrate her accomplishment, and Josephine was only ecstatic in doing her duties as Ambassador to the Inquisition.
Cullen cleared his throat as quietly he could, drawing her mind back to attention, the tactful smile he had greeted her with had faded to something more tender, allowing the emotion he had tried to hold back shine through.
Evelyn inhaled sharply through her nose, her fists tightening at her sides as she continued to worry her busted bottom lip between her teeth. She could feel a blush rising up the back of her neck, her ears heating up and all she could do was clear her own throat as she crossed her arms to distract herself.
“It is a lovely party,” she said, glancing at him from under her lashes.
It had been some time since the two of them had spent any length of time alone since the defeat of the Elder One and her return from the Valley of Sacred of Ashes. She did not feel disconnected with the Commander in their relationship, it felt more than that...
“A lovely party indeed,” Cullen nodded, hesitantly taking a step closer to her, his voice lowering, so that only she heard him, “I was hoping to catch you alone tonight.”
She inhaled shakily, turning to gaze up at him. He was just as battle-worn as she was, even two weeks after the deciding battle. The darkened bruise adorning his cheek was taking its sweet time to heal, the edges having started to green and yellow. He had refused healing magic, and any treatment in favor of it being passed over him to more of his soldiers that needed it more.
“It has been some time, hasn't it,” she felt herself saying, her words thick as the lump in her throat. He could have died... and then where would she had been. And that was truly the main reason she had found herself distancing herself since the battle from him. He has my heart and I'm afraid.
“Ah, yes, it has,” concern masked his expression as he gently grasped her elbow, the warmth from his gloved hand on her mad her feel safe, comforted. He gave her arms a tight squeeze before pulling away as not to bother her further.
Evelyn watched Cullen, feeling her heart sink a little before she found herself saying, “After the party, I'd like to be caught alone... with you as well.”
“Then I shall find you after,” Cullen straightened his posture, his gloved hands cradling and resting comfortably on the hilt of his sword, the tender smile returned, his eyes softening, crinkling at the corners. “Enjoy your victory feast, my Lady Inquisitor.”
“And to you as well, Commander,” Evelyn felt the blush and the warm since of calming rush over her at just being in his presence. Even with the foolish guilt she harbored over having seen him hurt in battle and the ached in her heart at the thought of loosening him, she knew they needed the time alone, if she were to push past her feelings of being a let down.
With one more look at her tall Commander, she gave him a bow before stepping further into the great hall to mingle with all the attendees, for the first time, looking forward to later.
Cross Posted to: writerverse
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: Cullen/f!Trevelyan
Word Count: 741
Genre: General, Angst
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: After the defeat of the Elder One, the Inquisitor attends her celebration party, feeling like she has let down the man she loves because he was injured in the battle.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age nor the characters, just borrowing them from BioWare for a little while.
Prompt: writerverse : Challenge #15: January BINGO Table of DOOOOOM! (Phase 13) [ Bingo Table]
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“My lady Inquisitor,” Cullen's words were low as he bent at the waist, giving her the smallest of bows to gain her attention as one of the servants Josephine had hired closed the door behind her entry into the great hall. His honey gaze was filled with emotion that he was half skillfully trying to hide behind his tactfully curved lips.
“Commander,” Evelyn gave the barest acknowledgment as she lightly chewed on her bottom lip, her own gaze not leaving his.
Maker's Breath... It was a sight to behold him... her Commander in his full regalia, even the cuts and scrapes and bruises she knew was under all that armor, wasn't enough to dissuade the image of him standing there in front of her. The bruise adorning his cheek was turning a dark shade of purple, almost black in the warm light of the braziers.
Josephine has spent the last week parading through the great hall with an abundance of servants, scurrying around at her quick and exasperated orders, in preparation for the celebration she had planned. Following the defeat of the Elder One, everyone in Skyhold, even Thedas, wanted to celebrate her accomplishment, and Josephine was only ecstatic in doing her duties as Ambassador to the Inquisition.
Cullen cleared his throat as quietly he could, drawing her mind back to attention, the tactful smile he had greeted her with had faded to something more tender, allowing the emotion he had tried to hold back shine through.
Evelyn inhaled sharply through her nose, her fists tightening at her sides as she continued to worry her busted bottom lip between her teeth. She could feel a blush rising up the back of her neck, her ears heating up and all she could do was clear her own throat as she crossed her arms to distract herself.
“It is a lovely party,” she said, glancing at him from under her lashes.
It had been some time since the two of them had spent any length of time alone since the defeat of the Elder One and her return from the Valley of Sacred of Ashes. She did not feel disconnected with the Commander in their relationship, it felt more than that...
“A lovely party indeed,” Cullen nodded, hesitantly taking a step closer to her, his voice lowering, so that only she heard him, “I was hoping to catch you alone tonight.”
She inhaled shakily, turning to gaze up at him. He was just as battle-worn as she was, even two weeks after the deciding battle. The darkened bruise adorning his cheek was taking its sweet time to heal, the edges having started to green and yellow. He had refused healing magic, and any treatment in favor of it being passed over him to more of his soldiers that needed it more.
“It has been some time, hasn't it,” she felt herself saying, her words thick as the lump in her throat. He could have died... and then where would she had been. And that was truly the main reason she had found herself distancing herself since the battle from him. He has my heart and I'm afraid.
“Ah, yes, it has,” concern masked his expression as he gently grasped her elbow, the warmth from his gloved hand on her mad her feel safe, comforted. He gave her arms a tight squeeze before pulling away as not to bother her further.
Evelyn watched Cullen, feeling her heart sink a little before she found herself saying, “After the party, I'd like to be caught alone... with you as well.”
“Then I shall find you after,” Cullen straightened his posture, his gloved hands cradling and resting comfortably on the hilt of his sword, the tender smile returned, his eyes softening, crinkling at the corners. “Enjoy your victory feast, my Lady Inquisitor.”
“And to you as well, Commander,” Evelyn felt the blush and the warm since of calming rush over her at just being in his presence. Even with the foolish guilt she harbored over having seen him hurt in battle and the ached in her heart at the thought of loosening him, she knew they needed the time alone, if she were to push past her feelings of being a let down.
With one more look at her tall Commander, she gave him a bow before stepping further into the great hall to mingle with all the attendees, for the first time, looking forward to later.
Cross Posted to: writerverse