Yes yes, Cullen smells of oakmoss and elderflower, but that's not all he smells of.
There is always leather that lingers on his skin, even when he is just in a tunic and simple trousers. It's a musty smell that sometimes scratches your nose.
In the War Room, his ointments barely make themselves present when the metallic tang of his armor covers them up. Brassy, sharp, maybe even sour? Not bad, if you are used to an armory. The gentle smell of polish follows, oddly warm.
At night, it takes a good nose to pick up the traces of Fereldan brandy that linger in the air along with the stuffy char of the fireplace. Take a few steps closer, and you get a wave of ink and parchment, as if the piles on his desk weren't any clearer.
Its when you tuck yourself into bed, followed by the groan of the wooden bedframe as he joins you, that you finally get the medicinal scent of that special white flower and lichen. Familiar and comforting like the fresh crisp air of the icy mountains that blow through the tattered ceiling you often tell the Commander to fix.
Its what you fall asleep to, what drifts you to a peaceful sleep you hope you shall share with him.
