Get To Know Me - Dragon Age Edition

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Grey Warden: the thing you’re proudest that you have accomplished 

Alistair: what is worth fighting for, in your opinion?

Wynne: have you ever felt as if you were the only adult in a certain situation?

Zevran: tell us about a thing you do successfully every time

Leliana: have you ever done something you won’t confess to anyone?

Morrigan: what is your biggest pet peeve?

Oghren: would you ever offer a drink to a stranger or accept one from a stranger?

Shale: a popular thing you can’t bring yourself to like

Mabari: what is the mythological/fantasy animal you would like to pet?

Hawke: pick a strength of yours you are rightfully proud of

Bethany: sometimes secrets are necessary. Do you agree?

Carver: what cheers you up when you are down?

Fenris: what is the best quote you ever read?

Aveline: do you prefer being a leader or do you prefer chilling in the group?

Varric:  a luxurious thing you would like to buy/try

Sebastian: do you consider yourself stubborn?

Merrill: what is your most cherished possession?

Anders: a behaviour you could never forgive

Isabela: you’re beautiful and you know it, what’s the physical thing you like more about yourself?

Inquisitor: that dream of yours that you will fight hard to make it come true

Cassandra: what is the thing nobody would suspect about you?

Cullen: do you have something you would never accept to compromise about? Josephine: do you tend to be a workaholic?

Dorian:  the cleverest thing you read/try recently

Sera: would you sacrifice your comfort for the sake of fashion?

The Iron Bull: what is the best quality your friend/friends has/have?

Cole: what is your advice for someone who is torn between two choices? 

Blackwall: an activity you really enjoy doing in your spare time

Vivienne:  do you express your opinion carefully or you prefer being always straight?  

Solas: do strangers tend to assume wrong things about you?

BONUS:

Duncan: who is an important figure who inspired you?

Orsino: have you ever done something you still regret?

Scout Harding: travels - do you plan them carefully or you grab a backpack and you’re ready to go?

Krem: do you make friends easily?

I live! Life is just being very busy, but I miss you all and writing about Dragon Age. So, here it is a very quick drabble full of fluff!!! Hopefully, I’ll manage to be here more often!

Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan

Sometimes, he sits on his bed and looks at the stars.

The mountain air is cold and helps his skin to refresh. Cullen inhales deeply, pushing his sticky curls away from his forehead.

He wishes that banning the shattered memories of his nightmares would be that simple as well. Maybe this is part of the penance he has to endure for his past sins. 

Nightmares are hard to avoid for a long period of time, even if recently he has realized their grip on his mind is becoming weaker.

However, it still happens.

Every time he dreams is different and every time he wakes up abruptly, ready to fight or scream - he's not sure. It always takes him a few seconds to adjust, to understand that his bed is real, and the light blanket he's gripping is being real and that he's safe for real. 

He looks at the stars, grateful that he has them right over his head. He can pretend the walls don't seem on the verge to crush him. He doesn't feel the urge to run outside to be sure that he's not trapped again when he looks at the night sky. He can sit slowly on his mattress, pushing away sweat curls from the forehead and force his contracted muscles to relax the tiniest bit.

Sometimes, he manages not to wake up the sleeping woman in his bed.

He turns slowly to look at her, sleeping soundly half stretched on his part of the bed. She’s wearing an old shirt of him, a thing he has happily given to her when she confessed she loved having something his while travelling. She has returned the day before from a mission and she had been too tired to walk to her quarters and pick one of the lace and silk vests she usually sleeps in when in Skyhold.

He would like to kiss her freckled cheeks or her half-opened mouth, but he doesn’t wish to challenge his luck. She needs to rest and he’s not sure he would be a good company. 

With a quiet sigh, Cullen descends the wooden stair, searching for some water and maybe a book able to shatter away the last remnants of his bad memories. He ignores the ache in the throat and the venomous suggestion of it. He needs to drink water and nothing else. He drinks until the carafe is empty and his mind cooled down enough to agree with him that lyrium isn’t the right solution. It has never been.

He doesn’t know for how long he sits at the desk, reading about the Fereldan occupation under the shadow of the Orlesian Empire, but he knows when someone is looking at him. He clutches the secret dagger he keeps under his desk before realizing that the movement he has seen with the corner of his eye was a worried face looking at him from upstairs-

Her eyes were still heavy with exhaustion, but her voice was steady “Bad dream?”

He would like to say no and reassure her, but they have an unbreakable deal: never, ever, lie to each other. 

And Cullen always keeps his word.

So he tells her and she tries not to appear sorry for him. He’s not surprised when she descends the precarious stair to sit on his lap, her naked feet brushing against the floor.

“Read for me, would you?” Demetra yawns, letting her head resting on his shoulder.

“You know this book already,” he smiles, kissing her lightly. In fact, she’s the one who suggested him to borrow the copy from the Library. 

She sighs a laughter “I don’t care. I just want to spend some time with my love reading about Ferelden kicking Orlesians asses.”

His laughter is sincere and makes her smile again “Unless you prefer I bring you one of the books Cassandra suggested me?”

He pinches her ample thigh “Minx. Another time, perhaps.”

Cullen blushes, resisting the urge to rub his neck “I promised Josephine that you’ll be well-rested for the meeting with the Nevarrian Ambassador.”

“You’re such a gentleman,” she teases, snuggling on him better “Now read. Please.”

“Yes, Inquisitor.”

His voices carry them both back in the past, and he reads holding the book with one hand and caressing her arm with the other. She doesn’t speak much and moves just enough to place a kiss or two on his neck and his chin. He senses her body relax and he can pinpoint when she falls asleep again.

They’ll be both sore in the morning, but he doesn't care. He continues to read, even if his voice echoes for him alone.

Having her in his arms is enough to keep him happy and safe.

11 - When one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

dear @attack0npotato  , thank you for the prompt and the original couple as well! Elan Surana isn’t the Warden in my canon. She still was Cullen first crush, however, and I headcanon she was a candidate for the role, but Duncan picked Mel Cousalnd at the end. If someone is interested, you can find Elan here.

Cullen wasn’t utterly surprised spotting Elan walking into the library, despite during dinner time she wasn’t supposed to be there. Looking at her reaching him with a bright smile, some words whispered in the barracks came to his mind. He heard a group of his fellow Templars commenting the way she walked. Or better, Cullen grimaced, the way her hips swayed in the air. Cullen had reprimanded them, for their words were unworthy of paladins who had sworn to serve and protect the inhabitants of the Circle. Leering at the people they were supposed to vigil it was both despicable and impious. Despite being just a newly Templar, he wasn’t so naive to think that affairs between Mages and Templars never happened. He knew not anyone was as bound to the rules as he was. His own colleagues had accused him - jokingly or not - to be a little too much devoted to his faith and his mission. He didn’t care. He liked them - most of them - but he knew what was right and what wasn’t. They had rules to follow and he trusted those rules had been set to guarantee Templars and Mages’ safety. For these reasons, he was utterly upset with himself as his eyes noted that her hips did actually sway in the most enchanting way. To be completely honest, he had to admit it wasn’t the first time. It wasn’t the first time he blushed under her smile either. Elan Amell confounded him.