Fic: Two sides of a Circle.
Title: Two Sides of a Circle.
Game: Dragon Age
Characters: F!Amell/Cullen, Anders, Nathaniel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Done based off this prompt from Dragon Age Kink.
It was the first time that Solona had returned to the Tower since clearing it of Abominations. A place she had called home for so many years, it seemed strange to see it in this light. It almost seemed smaller, than the grand ceilings and architecture she remembered from her youth. She was now the Warden-Commander, and though she would have delegated the task to one of her men, she knew it was her job to come and ask the Tower for aid. That meant facing Cullen for the first time in couple years.
Their relationship had always been innocent when she was an apprentice. Stolen glances, blushing looks, words that meant more than what was spoken. But it wasn't truly until she was making her move to save the Tower and found him entrapped, she realized how deep his feelings went. A young girl's crush transformed at his words, her heart had sunk at the site of him so tortured.
She caught sight of him as she first entered the Tower, Anders and Nathaniel in tow. Anders had begged her not to bring him, but she had persuaded him that another mage might help the cause. The stark realization that she was wrong hit the moment she laid eyes on Cullen.
Abruptly she turned to the nearest Templar, "I need to speak with Knight-Commander Greagoir, and the First Enchanter if possible."
The Templar nodded, motioning towards Cullen. "Greagoir recently retired, if you continue forward, you will find Knight-Commander Cullen. He can help you locate First Enchanter as well."
Anders was the first to comment, a somewhat sly grin on his lips. "Isn't that the Templar you used to have eye sex with? Doesn't that violate one of his vows?"
"Shut it, or I'm leaving you here once we have mages to help go after the Architect." She bit back at him, keeping her eyes forward.
The strides towards Cullen felt as if they took an eternity. The moments seemed to slow to a stand still, though, when his gaze finally fell upon her. There was no naivete in his look, as there had been years ago. It was stern, it reminded her of the way Eamon looked when she made a choice that was not to his liking.
"Knight-Commander," she said, bowing her head slightly. "I seek aid from you and the First Enchanter. There has been trouble near Kokari Wilds, once again. Nothing like the last Blight, but enough to cause some concern. Lothering has just started to get a foothold in rebuilding, and I will not see it fall again."
"And why do you seek the help of the Magi? Surely, your Warden's can drive them back on your own."
Solona shook her head, "I wish it was as simple as that. We believe that some of the Darkspawn emissaries are using magic to hide their lairs. Even with the few mages I have, only so many have the abilities to dispel magic, and certainly not on the scale we need...." She looked up at him, but did not let her 'Warden-Commander' tone waiver. "Templars and some mages have that ability. This is why we seek your aid."
"I will consider your request, and confer with the First Enchanter, Warden. For now, you and your...Companions..."He said, sparing a look to Anders mostly, as if it were a warning. "Can stay in the Tower this evening."
Cullen motioned towards a Templar standing beside him, who began to lead them further within the Tower. Solona couldn't help but think about the way they had just regarded each other, as if they were strangers. She wondered if he would ever call her by name again, or if it would simply be 'Warden' for the rest her life. A tap on her shoulder from Nathaniel roused her out of her thoughts, and she followed with her group.
"Friend of yours?" He asked.
"Used to be. Maybe more than friends, in another life." She responded, then quickened her pace to catch up with Anders and the Templar.
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When she could no longer stomach staring at the four walls of her room, Solona gathered a robe around her form and headed out into the hallways of the Tower. She debated going back to her room half a dozen times and did not settle on her decision to seek Cullen out until she was standing in front of the room designated to the Knight-Commander. If she had done this years ago, the impropriety would have been something worth reporting to the First Enchanter. But now she was more than just another Mage. She was the Commander of the Grey.
A sturdy knock was met with the door swinging quickly open, as if he knew she coming. He was wearing a robe as well, and she could assume under it there was nothing but his small clothes. He didn't look quite so ominous or intimating without his armor, but the board shoulders and muscular physique could not be mistaken, even without chainmail to amplify them.
"Do you need something, Warden?" He asked.
"Yes...Knight-Commander. May I come in?" She replied, and he seemed to almost wince at her question.
"As long as you assure me you're not a desire demon, attempting to lull me into complacency again." He paused for a moment, and gave her a hard look. "But I guess you wouldn't have to be a creature of the fade to accomplish that, would you?"
The comment stung slightly, though by she could tell he was fairing better than he had been the last time she had seen him. And she doubted that Greagoir would have put him in charge if Cullen still thought all Mages were prone to becoming abominations. She didn't respond to what he said, but instead just walked through his door as she assumed a very in control Warden-Commander would do.
"I want to be sure that our past is not clouding your judgment in this matter, Knight-Commander. I assure you, the Grey Wardens need your help."
"And what of you, Solona. Do you need my help? Or are you simply here to manipulate me into what you want, like you used to?" He bit at her.
"That's unfair, I nev--" She began to retort before he cut her off.
"That's the truth. Surely you could see how I felt about you, how I wanted you. And you dangled yourself like a carrot before a horse. Now you wish to use your influence over me once again. I've made my peace with what occurred at the Tower, and all I could hope for would be to be completely rid of you." He said, putting emphasis on the last word.
Anger flamed beneath her skin, causing her cheeks to blush a rosy color of red. "Give me men to help my cause, and I will not return. If the Warden's seek further assistance from the Tower, I will send a messenger in my stead. You will be free of me if that's what you wish. " She said through clench teeth, and turned to head towards the door.
He gripped her arm before she could make it more than two steps, pulling her back towards him and trapping her within his embrace. His hands were secured tightly over her shoulders. "I'll never be free of you, Solona." He growled against her lips, so close she could feel his breath mingle with hers. "You'll always be there, in the back of my mind but just out of reach."
She struggled against his hold, unsure what he would do to her. There was a time that she believed Cullen would never harm her. The despair that had ravaged his mind had taken that security away. "If you injure me, you will be held accountable, Cullen. The King will see to that." She said, and began to conjure a paralysis spell, to procure her escape.
He scoffed. "The King had quite an adoration for you, didn't he? I remember how his eyes held you with such lust when he was nothing more than Maric's Bastard." His hands slid down from their hold on her shoulders. Covering her hands with his, he used his Templar abilities to quell the spell she was summoning. He then abruptly turned her around, walking her quickly towards his desk, pressing her firmly between his body and the sturdy wood. "And do you know what I was thinking every time I saw that look in his eyes, Solona?" He whispered against her ear, and she couldn't ignore the way it sent shivers down her spine. Even now, uncertain of his motives, she could feel her arousal for him growing.
Wasn't this the moment she had dreamed of since leaving him on the brink of insanity, that someday she would return and they would realize the potential of what was between them? His hand slid over her stomach, the muscles of her abdomin clenching under his touch. "I thought he had better keep his filthy hands off you, because there is only one Templar you belong with, Solona. You're mine." He pulled her tightly back against him, punctuating his last word. She let out a sharp moan, her head lolling back to rest against his shoulder.
"Tell me you want me, Solona. Tell me you want me to fill you. You want my body all over yours, my tongue everywhere, my hands delving. Tell me you want me to fuck you." He growled, and awaited her response. Solona couldn't help herself, she smirked as he had now put the power in her court.
"And If I say I don't?" She quipped, following the words with a throaty laugh.
"I have experience interrogating mages who lie to Templars, I'll have to find ways to get the truth out of you."
"Then have at it, Ser Knight." Solona challenged, and the moment the gauntlet was dropped, he turned her again around. Picking her up with ease, he set her onto the desk. He opened her robe, and two deft fingers felt the dampness of her panties. He looked up at her, raising his eyebrows as his lips curled into a sinister grin.
"Mages, so easy to see through your lies. You're already wet for me, Solona." His hands slid upwards, across the skin of her stomach and underneath the fabric of her bra until they were cupping her bare breasts. "Tell me you want this, Mage. Tell me you want to feel me inside you, bucking, fucking, filling..."
His fingers tweaked and pinched her nipples tightly before she could respond, and Solona's back arched against his machinations. She looked at him through half open eyes, once he gave her a moment to respond.
"I want you." She murmured to him.
"What was that, slut? Tell me more? Tell me how much you want me, what you want me to do to this body of yours. Tell me how to please you, how to fuck you, better than that bastard king ever did."
Solona didn't bother to correct him on the fact that she had never slept with Alistair, when he was or wasn't king. Instead she pushed her hips towards him, and leaned upwards until her lips were pressed against the lob of her ear.
"I want you to take me. I want you to claim me. I want you to fuck me so hard that if the Maker himself sent lightning to smite us, the sensation would pale in comparison to the mind numbing orgasm you just gave me." She rasped, sticking her tongue out to swirl around the flesh of his ear before completing the action and biting her teeth down onto it. Tight enough it was painful but not enough to draw blood.
Solona wrapped her legs tightly around him, as he picked her up from the desk, and laid her back down upon his bed. Cullen made short work of her small clothes, ripping them open with his strong hands. He removed his own just as quickly and was back upon her. He did not engage in more foreplay, simply pushing her legs open and thrusting inside of her. Both Solona and Cullen moaned as the burst of pleasure from the initial thrust, the wave of ecstasy that was compounded by the years fo waiting for this moment. A sense of completion, the coming together of two sides of a circle. Mage and Templar.
His thrusts were hard, and though he started with a steady rhythm, it quickly dissipated into a frenzied pace with no beat. She felt his fingers slid between them, large calloused fingers made for battle finding their way to her sensitive nub. As they quickly caressed and massaged she could feel the tension within her building.
"Maker! Cullen, don't stop." she exclaimed, and he abided her command quickening his pace.
"Come, Solona...Come with me. Feel my cock release inside of you." He said huskily, issuing his own command.
For a moment she tried to resist, but found it useless. Her pleasure hit it's peak, and she was sent cascading into rapture as he followed. His hand traveled from her, to pull her tightly against him as he came, mouth capturing hers for the first time. After what felt like a frozen eternity locked in embrace, Cullen pulled himself from her, collapsing on the bed beside her. They both panted, regaining their breath.
Once her senses returned to her, Solona moved to grab her robe, with the intent of returning to her room. This time instead of using his strength to keep her there, he tried a different approach.
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"Stay." He whispered, so low that she barely heard him.
Sighing, she turned to face him, confusion etched within her delicate features. "Why?"
"Because I need you to. I have found my sanity again, and if we return to the solitude that is my life without you in it, I don't think I can keep the demons at bay." He confessed, stretching out a hand towards her.
"Be the light in my darkness, Solona." He finished, and she put her hand into his, accepting his offer. He gently pulled her back into the bed, wrapping his arms around her tightly and pulling the covers up over them.
She would have to return to her room before they were discovered, but for now they could lay there and bask in what they had found. Solona realized it would be complicated, but the sacrifice would be worth what they would get out of it. The chance to be with each other, and kindle the love they were forbidden to have.
Game: Dragon Age
Characters: F!Amell/Cullen, Anders, Nathaniel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Done based off this prompt from Dragon Age Kink.
It was the first time that Solona had returned to the Tower since clearing it of Abominations. A place she had called home for so many years, it seemed strange to see it in this light. It almost seemed smaller, than the grand ceilings and architecture she remembered from her youth. She was now the Warden-Commander, and though she would have delegated the task to one of her men, she knew it was her job to come and ask the Tower for aid. That meant facing Cullen for the first time in couple years.
Their relationship had always been innocent when she was an apprentice. Stolen glances, blushing looks, words that meant more than what was spoken. But it wasn't truly until she was making her move to save the Tower and found him entrapped, she realized how deep his feelings went. A young girl's crush transformed at his words, her heart had sunk at the site of him so tortured.
She caught sight of him as she first entered the Tower, Anders and Nathaniel in tow. Anders had begged her not to bring him, but she had persuaded him that another mage might help the cause. The stark realization that she was wrong hit the moment she laid eyes on Cullen.
Abruptly she turned to the nearest Templar, "I need to speak with Knight-Commander Greagoir, and the First Enchanter if possible."
The Templar nodded, motioning towards Cullen. "Greagoir recently retired, if you continue forward, you will find Knight-Commander Cullen. He can help you locate First Enchanter as well."
Anders was the first to comment, a somewhat sly grin on his lips. "Isn't that the Templar you used to have eye sex with? Doesn't that violate one of his vows?"
"Shut it, or I'm leaving you here once we have mages to help go after the Architect." She bit back at him, keeping her eyes forward.
The strides towards Cullen felt as if they took an eternity. The moments seemed to slow to a stand still, though, when his gaze finally fell upon her. There was no naivete in his look, as there had been years ago. It was stern, it reminded her of the way Eamon looked when she made a choice that was not to his liking.
"Knight-Commander," she said, bowing her head slightly. "I seek aid from you and the First Enchanter. There has been trouble near Kokari Wilds, once again. Nothing like the last Blight, but enough to cause some concern. Lothering has just started to get a foothold in rebuilding, and I will not see it fall again."
"And why do you seek the help of the Magi? Surely, your Warden's can drive them back on your own."
Solona shook her head, "I wish it was as simple as that. We believe that some of the Darkspawn emissaries are using magic to hide their lairs. Even with the few mages I have, only so many have the abilities to dispel magic, and certainly not on the scale we need...." She looked up at him, but did not let her 'Warden-Commander' tone waiver. "Templars and some mages have that ability. This is why we seek your aid."
"I will consider your request, and confer with the First Enchanter, Warden. For now, you and your...Companions..."He said, sparing a look to Anders mostly, as if it were a warning. "Can stay in the Tower this evening."
Cullen motioned towards a Templar standing beside him, who began to lead them further within the Tower. Solona couldn't help but think about the way they had just regarded each other, as if they were strangers. She wondered if he would ever call her by name again, or if it would simply be 'Warden' for the rest her life. A tap on her shoulder from Nathaniel roused her out of her thoughts, and she followed with her group.
"Friend of yours?" He asked.
"Used to be. Maybe more than friends, in another life." She responded, then quickened her pace to catch up with Anders and the Templar.
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When she could no longer stomach staring at the four walls of her room, Solona gathered a robe around her form and headed out into the hallways of the Tower. She debated going back to her room half a dozen times and did not settle on her decision to seek Cullen out until she was standing in front of the room designated to the Knight-Commander. If she had done this years ago, the impropriety would have been something worth reporting to the First Enchanter. But now she was more than just another Mage. She was the Commander of the Grey.
A sturdy knock was met with the door swinging quickly open, as if he knew she coming. He was wearing a robe as well, and she could assume under it there was nothing but his small clothes. He didn't look quite so ominous or intimating without his armor, but the board shoulders and muscular physique could not be mistaken, even without chainmail to amplify them.
"Do you need something, Warden?" He asked.
"Yes...Knight-Commander. May I come in?" She replied, and he seemed to almost wince at her question.
"As long as you assure me you're not a desire demon, attempting to lull me into complacency again." He paused for a moment, and gave her a hard look. "But I guess you wouldn't have to be a creature of the fade to accomplish that, would you?"
The comment stung slightly, though by she could tell he was fairing better than he had been the last time she had seen him. And she doubted that Greagoir would have put him in charge if Cullen still thought all Mages were prone to becoming abominations. She didn't respond to what he said, but instead just walked through his door as she assumed a very in control Warden-Commander would do.
"I want to be sure that our past is not clouding your judgment in this matter, Knight-Commander. I assure you, the Grey Wardens need your help."
"And what of you, Solona. Do you need my help? Or are you simply here to manipulate me into what you want, like you used to?" He bit at her.
"That's unfair, I nev--" She began to retort before he cut her off.
"That's the truth. Surely you could see how I felt about you, how I wanted you. And you dangled yourself like a carrot before a horse. Now you wish to use your influence over me once again. I've made my peace with what occurred at the Tower, and all I could hope for would be to be completely rid of you." He said, putting emphasis on the last word.
Anger flamed beneath her skin, causing her cheeks to blush a rosy color of red. "Give me men to help my cause, and I will not return. If the Warden's seek further assistance from the Tower, I will send a messenger in my stead. You will be free of me if that's what you wish. " She said through clench teeth, and turned to head towards the door.
He gripped her arm before she could make it more than two steps, pulling her back towards him and trapping her within his embrace. His hands were secured tightly over her shoulders. "I'll never be free of you, Solona." He growled against her lips, so close she could feel his breath mingle with hers. "You'll always be there, in the back of my mind but just out of reach."
She struggled against his hold, unsure what he would do to her. There was a time that she believed Cullen would never harm her. The despair that had ravaged his mind had taken that security away. "If you injure me, you will be held accountable, Cullen. The King will see to that." She said, and began to conjure a paralysis spell, to procure her escape.
He scoffed. "The King had quite an adoration for you, didn't he? I remember how his eyes held you with such lust when he was nothing more than Maric's Bastard." His hands slid down from their hold on her shoulders. Covering her hands with his, he used his Templar abilities to quell the spell she was summoning. He then abruptly turned her around, walking her quickly towards his desk, pressing her firmly between his body and the sturdy wood. "And do you know what I was thinking every time I saw that look in his eyes, Solona?" He whispered against her ear, and she couldn't ignore the way it sent shivers down her spine. Even now, uncertain of his motives, she could feel her arousal for him growing.
Wasn't this the moment she had dreamed of since leaving him on the brink of insanity, that someday she would return and they would realize the potential of what was between them? His hand slid over her stomach, the muscles of her abdomin clenching under his touch. "I thought he had better keep his filthy hands off you, because there is only one Templar you belong with, Solona. You're mine." He pulled her tightly back against him, punctuating his last word. She let out a sharp moan, her head lolling back to rest against his shoulder.
"Tell me you want me, Solona. Tell me you want me to fill you. You want my body all over yours, my tongue everywhere, my hands delving. Tell me you want me to fuck you." He growled, and awaited her response. Solona couldn't help herself, she smirked as he had now put the power in her court.
"And If I say I don't?" She quipped, following the words with a throaty laugh.
"I have experience interrogating mages who lie to Templars, I'll have to find ways to get the truth out of you."
"Then have at it, Ser Knight." Solona challenged, and the moment the gauntlet was dropped, he turned her again around. Picking her up with ease, he set her onto the desk. He opened her robe, and two deft fingers felt the dampness of her panties. He looked up at her, raising his eyebrows as his lips curled into a sinister grin.
"Mages, so easy to see through your lies. You're already wet for me, Solona." His hands slid upwards, across the skin of her stomach and underneath the fabric of her bra until they were cupping her bare breasts. "Tell me you want this, Mage. Tell me you want to feel me inside you, bucking, fucking, filling..."
His fingers tweaked and pinched her nipples tightly before she could respond, and Solona's back arched against his machinations. She looked at him through half open eyes, once he gave her a moment to respond.
"I want you." She murmured to him.
"What was that, slut? Tell me more? Tell me how much you want me, what you want me to do to this body of yours. Tell me how to please you, how to fuck you, better than that bastard king ever did."
Solona didn't bother to correct him on the fact that she had never slept with Alistair, when he was or wasn't king. Instead she pushed her hips towards him, and leaned upwards until her lips were pressed against the lob of her ear.
"I want you to take me. I want you to claim me. I want you to fuck me so hard that if the Maker himself sent lightning to smite us, the sensation would pale in comparison to the mind numbing orgasm you just gave me." She rasped, sticking her tongue out to swirl around the flesh of his ear before completing the action and biting her teeth down onto it. Tight enough it was painful but not enough to draw blood.
Solona wrapped her legs tightly around him, as he picked her up from the desk, and laid her back down upon his bed. Cullen made short work of her small clothes, ripping them open with his strong hands. He removed his own just as quickly and was back upon her. He did not engage in more foreplay, simply pushing her legs open and thrusting inside of her. Both Solona and Cullen moaned as the burst of pleasure from the initial thrust, the wave of ecstasy that was compounded by the years fo waiting for this moment. A sense of completion, the coming together of two sides of a circle. Mage and Templar.
His thrusts were hard, and though he started with a steady rhythm, it quickly dissipated into a frenzied pace with no beat. She felt his fingers slid between them, large calloused fingers made for battle finding their way to her sensitive nub. As they quickly caressed and massaged she could feel the tension within her building.
"Maker! Cullen, don't stop." she exclaimed, and he abided her command quickening his pace.
"Come, Solona...Come with me. Feel my cock release inside of you." He said huskily, issuing his own command.
For a moment she tried to resist, but found it useless. Her pleasure hit it's peak, and she was sent cascading into rapture as he followed. His hand traveled from her, to pull her tightly against him as he came, mouth capturing hers for the first time. After what felt like a frozen eternity locked in embrace, Cullen pulled himself from her, collapsing on the bed beside her. They both panted, regaining their breath.
Once her senses returned to her, Solona moved to grab her robe, with the intent of returning to her room. This time instead of using his strength to keep her there, he tried a different approach.
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"Stay." He whispered, so low that she barely heard him.
Sighing, she turned to face him, confusion etched within her delicate features. "Why?"
"Because I need you to. I have found my sanity again, and if we return to the solitude that is my life without you in it, I don't think I can keep the demons at bay." He confessed, stretching out a hand towards her.
"Be the light in my darkness, Solona." He finished, and she put her hand into his, accepting his offer. He gently pulled her back into the bed, wrapping his arms around her tightly and pulling the covers up over them.
She would have to return to her room before they were discovered, but for now they could lay there and bask in what they had found. Solona realized it would be complicated, but the sacrifice would be worth what they would get out of it. The chance to be with each other, and kindle the love they were forbidden to have.