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~Under the Blue Lights~
‘‘Commander-!’‘ The situation was much beyond words to soothe the delirious Fereldan soldier. Had the situation itself been any less hectic, Éleanor may have risen both of her eyebrows in surprise at the usage of her first name coming from the Commander. It wasn’t that she minded, per se, but it was the fact that he rarely even used her name to begin with. Had he ever, really? That didn’t matter now, however, for what mattered was that she could get him to calm down. Having walked in on the former Templar at his weakest, such a reaction was to be expected. ‘‘Command-… Cullen!’‘
She barked his name with authoritative and assertive tune, hoping it’d do something to snap him out. One hand gripped onto his wrist, pinning it right above his head (with great effort, considering that shewas shorter and physically much less powered), her hand pressed against the center of his chest with her whole weight leant to it, aiming to keep the whole of him pinned.
It was under extreme control that Cullen didn’t whip the woman off of him. He wanted her off. Gone. He wanted lyrium but her entry had stopped him from going to get it from the storehouse. Which he was quite glad she had intervened.
Cullen’s gaze weavered for a moment. Blurred as fatigue hit him like a druffalo. His body shook slightly as his knees suddenly buckled. He fell to his knees on the ground at Eleanor’s feet. His body shaking as his brow hot.
“I’m so sorry…” he breathed, his hands coming up to cover his face, “This is killing me…but I must endure. I need…to show them it can be done.”
She didn’t prevent him from falling down to his knees before her. Releasing his wrist and ceasing pressure upon his chest, she watched as the man sank down, her lips drawn into a thin line as her heart wrenched for him. Seeing him in such a state tore and tugged at her heart. She knew that he’d been struggling with his decision, but she’d hardly imagined that it could break a man like him to such sharp shards.
Instead of taking a step back to let him ease down, Éleanor shifted to sit down in front of him instead, crossing her legs as she faced him. She didn’t want him to be ashamed of his behaviour for having broken down in front of the Inquisitor, but she wanted him to regard as someone he could depend on – a friend.
‘’Cullen…’’ she spoke out, her voice calm and surprisingly soft. She reached forth, gently grasping onto his wrists in attempt to remove his hands from his face. She wanted him to look at her. ‘’You will endure this. You’ve come so far. I have never met a man as steadfast and strongminded as you.’’ Her grip eased upon his wrist, but she hadn’t removed her hands quite yet. ‘’You can change the fates of so many suffering men and women. I admire that.’’
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DONT (Maybe a lyrium-episode?)
[Sorry this is so late! It got lost in my messages somehow haha]
A loud thud exploded as Cullen’s back hit the wall. The books of his bookshelf shaking with the vibration.
“Eleanor! Let me go!” Cullen yelled, his voice not the smooth sultry sound it usually was. His body was on fire. His sight was red. He needed the lyrium. He had gone too far. Cold turkey wasn’t the best way and now he was not himself. Beyond himself. He did not recognize his voice. His actions. Respect for his leader was not even on his mind.
‘‘Commander-!’‘ The situation was much beyond words to soothe the delirious Fereldan soldier. Had the situation itself been any less hectic, Éleanor may have risen both of her eyebrows in surprise at the usage of her first name coming from the Commander. It wasn’t that she minded, per se, but it was the fact that he rarely even used her name to begin with. Had he ever, really? That didn’t matter now, however, for what mattered was that she could get him to calm down. Having walked in on the former Templar at his weakest, such a reaction was to be expected. ‘‘Command-... Cullen!’‘
She barked his name with authoritative and assertive tune, hoping it’d do something to snap him out. One hand gripped onto his wrist, pinning it right above his head (with great effort, considering that she was shorter and physically much less powered), her hand pressed against the center of his chest with her whole weight leant to it, aiming to keep the whole of him pinned.
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REBLOG IF I CAN BE YOUR FRIEND.
& message you without being judged.
& send you asks about personal shit and not get judged
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Want a random starter?
Send me a symbol…
🎬 for me to use a line from the last movie I watched as a starter 📹 for me to use a line from my favorite movie as a starter 📚 for me to grab the book nearest to me, flip to a random page, and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter 🎧 for me to shuffle my playlist and use the first line of the next song as a starter 🎶 for me to use my favorite line of the last song I listened to as a starter 📺 for me to use a line from the last TV show I watched as a starter 💻 for me to use a line from my favorite TV show as a starter 🎵 for me to shuffle my playlist and use my favorite line of the next song as a starter 😊 for me to make a starter based off the first thing in your wanted plots tag 😉 for me to make a starter based off the first thing in my wanted plots tag 💋 for a shippy starter 😡 for an angsty starter 👊 for an argument/fight starter 🌈 for a random encounter starter 🏩 for a nsfw starter 📫 for a text message starter 💀 for a dark starter 🍬 for a fluffy starter
The Lady Inquisitor herself! (I need to replay the game for more screenshots in favor of thread-icons)
Before he was commander of the Inquisition, Cullen was sometimes viewed as a man of few words. During his earlier years in the Chantry, he was a quiet, timid boy who would stutter at the first sight of a pretty girl. As the years waged on and his mind was cleansed of its innocence, Cullen began to speak his mind. This trait was especially important in his ability to fight against Meredith after he’d realized her deceit. It also contributed to him becoming the commander of such an awesome force – one to be reckoned with. He could not lead the army that he did if he remained sullen and silent. His voice carried across the yard during their drills and could easily pierce the confidence of any cocky, young upstart who thought he knew his way around a sword and shield.
He stood before his desk as he had a habit of doing, analyzing whatever paperwork he had already accumulated after they’d begun to settle in. Skyhold was something of a fortress – and Cullen appreciated the space to himself. His gaze lifts from the plans beneath him to the door.
❝ Inquisitor. Come in. ❞
The commander moves to stand straight, hand automatically shifting to rest against the pommel of his broadsword. He idly notes the ache that had begun to settle in the muscle of his back, brows furrowing for a moment. Cullen gives her a curt, polite nod of his head in greeting. He is grateful to see that she is capable of standing, much less coming all the way up the battlements to visit his chambers. He is curious, though as to why she has decided to do so. Surely the Inquisitor had better things to do than come for idle chit-chat. Perhaps she’s come to discuss something important, he finds himself wondering.
❝ How may I be of service? ❞
There was a momentary pause upon being invited inside. Hearing her name- no, her title being called out from the yards beneath, Éleanor turned her attention down towards the source of the voice. She gave a small little wave at the civilian family peering up at her, offering a small smile before taking the liberties of accepting the invitation, letting herself inside of Cullen’s office, the door being closed after her. She wasn’t sure for how much longer she could take the overwhelming wash of attention that her acceptance of the position had brought upon. There was so much the Trevelyan could take in short amount of time.
It was hard to miss the way the Commander had grown rigid and professional within a few seconds upon hearing her arriving. In honesty, Éleanor wished he wouldn’t, but then again, who was she to demand such? He was respectful as well as duty bound, which she both admired and appreciated. Perhaps it just bothered her a little bit how basically acquainted they were outside of the war-room. Guilt threatened to gnaw at her gut.
‘’I wish to speak with you,’’ she said, moving around to the front of his desk, resting her fingertips upon the smooth surface. ‘’It’s of personal matter.’’ Oh, but she hoped that’d ease him down a little.
Then again, it’s not like the incoming subject was going to become easy in any manner. There was momentary silence, Éleanor’s lips pursed into a thing line as she lifted her gaze to meet with his, holding it.
‘’I want to apologize.’’ Her gaze finally broke from his, her courage falling short in matter of facing him. ‘’When back at Haven, I know that I put you in a situation that no Commander should ever face.’’
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Reblog this if you post dragon age crap
Because I’m trash and can never get enough
Starter for @battlebetrayed
There was only so much that a body of a mortal, ill-timed woman could take before it’d begin to ache in adamant protest. Having survived now two catastrophic events as a lone survivor from one of them was starting to take its toll. If it hadn’t been life-threatening enough for her to survive through an explosion, followed by a trek through the fade where her memories had been skewered to useless little snippets—then having a mountain dropped onto her head as a delightful topping, Éleanor could sincerely give her impeccable luck a pat in the back.
But not her own, for it yet ached as if the mountain yet lay upon her. When walking around the buzzing, lively yard of their fortified home, she was forced to conceal the limp and the hunch. Everywhere she went, people watched her, and by Gods did it unnerve her. Herald of Andraste – the title that bothered her the most, for it made her stand out like a false prophet amongst the people. While her advisors had discouraged her from dismissing the people from calling her such due to the sake of letting them have their image of hope and motivation, she would never admit to it. Becoming a shred of light of them, even if not perhaps a genuine one, kept their hopes and spirits from falling below the ground. Even if Éleanor wasn’t the true of Herald of Andraste, she at least owed the people enough to look strong for them.
It had been two weeks ever since they’d discovered the abandoned fortress in the heart of the Frostback Mountains. Pilgrims and refugees arrived through their gates every single gate, and they were welcomed. The throne room itself was nearly done with its repairs, as well as the quarters for their soldiers – not to mention her completely overdone room in size. However, it wasn’t the repairs that she was interested in, but it was the state of the Ferelden Commander that she had been unintentionally avoiding ever since their settling.
What could she say? She knew that there were some things to be brought out from beneath the carpet, so to say, before it’d begin to fester. The looks she had shared with her Commander before rushing out of the Chantry to bring a whole mountain upon herself had eternally burned itself into her mind, but not in a pleasant manner. He had been the one to eventually find her half-frozen, clinging onto the last strings of her life in the snow right outside the camp, having brought her back with Cassandra fussing by his side.
Éleanor owed him more than mere silenced gratitude.
‘’Commander?’’ The backs of her knuckles lightly rapped against the thick, wooden door leading to one of the towers of the battlements that he’d claimed as his quarters. Inquisitor or not, Éleanor hadn’t lost her manners when it came to barging on someone. ‘’Are you occupied?’’
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“If I get possessed,Feint on my blind side, then go low. Cullen says I leave myself open.”
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"Why are you still up?!" (I hope you're alright with me sending one in!)
Cullen looked up from the war table, the candle light from his lantern forming soft features on his face. The darkness of the night seeping in through the open windows with the cool mountain air.
“Uh…Lady Inquisitor.” Cullen cleared his throat and straighten his back, his hands lifting off the map of Thedas. “I am just…well. Going over battle plans for the uh…battle…” he stuttered, his excuse falling through.
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She offered the Commander a curious glance at his hesitant response. In truth, it was perhaps a little hypocritical of her to question his decision to remain up late, when she herself had been roaming restlessly. After having taken a quick moment to enjoy the cold, fresh mountain air by the battlements, her attention had been caught by the faint flickering light coming through the doors of the war-room. They’d been left open, giving the light enough reach to entice her. No matter, she didn’t mind it. She raised her hand to rub her slightly ruffled ebony locks, the wind having done a number on it. ‘‘Is there something on your mind?’‘ Her question was frank and to the point. Giving a quick glance to the war-table, she grasped onto the edges of it to lean her weight as her pale-green eyes lifted to his honeyed ones. The question was broad, the answer self-explanatory, considering they were at war, but she found his nocturnal behaviour a little new. Then again, did she really know her Commander that well personally? When has she had the time? Now that pressed some guilt into her gut.
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Hey! Can you guys reblog this if you are willing to roleplay some horror or darker themes?
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Dragon Age Inquisition: a Summary (insp)
