Andraste Preserve Me...

Cullen Stanton Rutherford of Honnleath, Commander of the Inquisitions forces and Former Knight Commander of Kirkwall.[[This is an independent Cullen roleplay blog.]]

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commander Sassy and his incredibly thick facial hair

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Cullen chuckled a bit, and shook his head. Maybe for the Herald's name day, he cloud get her her very own coat. Least he'd get his back then.

"Nothing too terribly interesting. I have to confess, I wasn't really paying attention to them. Mostly in my own world, letting my thoughts overcome me." The commander smiled as he sat back down in the chair, "The healer says you're going to be okay. Much needed rest and a lot of water, and you'll be back to closing rifts in no time at all."

The commander smiled as he locked his gaze with the woman across from him, his honey golden eyes boring into her, "Are you sure you're feeling alright? You had us worried..." He asked, his voice softer now, as the worry started to leak through his words.

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It took a few hours, but Samira eventually woke up. She was sweating from the warmth of her clothes and Cullen’s jacket. She managed to shove it off before quietly tiptoeing to her dresser to grab pajamas, silently changing into them, and pulling Cullen’s coat on top.

She walked out to get some water, and paused when she saw Cullen. “Commander?” Samira asked.

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Cullen seemed to be deep into his reports, but really, he was simply spacing out. He hardly heard the creak in the boards as Samira snuck into the room. What really brought him out of his head was hearing his title.

The commander stood, if only a little too quickly, having obviously been startled, "My lady." He replied, before clearing his throat, "How are you feeling? You look well." He said, though she looked a little flushed.

He couldn't help the small flutter in his chest when he's noticed her still wearing his coat.

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DRAGON AGE Aesthetics » Cullen

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I drew the squad like this.

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If you would like to roleplay with me, do not be afraid to stop by and ask! I swear I don't bite!

Unless you'd like me to. *growls sexy like*

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[[okay so i only did two replies. if i didnt get to yours tonight, then tomorrow is the day! Work just kind of killed me, and I had a rough day.]]

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Shh, This Is A Library!

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“You have a good eye; it is indeed the Inquisition’s library, and I am but its humble curator. I take very decent care of the books within it, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t allow your muddy glove to touch them.” He gestured to Cullen’s right glove, where a streak of mud clinged to the outside. “I may be a humblr curator, but I’m also a noticer of all things mundane. Shall I take a tome down for you to peruse?”

Dorian was teasing, though the fear for the books was real. He wasn’t pleased to hear about the fear from the residents, however; he heard it from all manner of person within Skyhold. The soldiers loathed him, the women feared him. Dorian had nothing to offer the Inquisition but knowledge and fealty, but it never seemed to be enough.

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Cullen seemed to deflate at the teasing, the tension in his shoulders falling slightly as he reached up to rub at his eyes, and the bridge of his nose, with his clean glove, of course, “I didn’t come here to read any books, Dorian. Not that I don’t read, because I do...” The commander sighed once more, “I was hoping I could learn a little more about you, honestly.” He confessed, puffing out his chest a little bit, “I want to make sure you’re not a threat to the inquisition, or the inquisitor herself.” The commander brought his tone down a bit, before he continued, “I refuse to listen to idle gossip of nobles or kitchen servants. I thought maybe I would come straight to the source. Make my own decisions about the resident Tevinter mage.”

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Samira rested on her bed, her body relaxed underneath Cullen’s coat. It swamped her body, but she wrapped her arms around it, inhaling the scent of elderflower and musk with a small smile.

The healer returned with Cassandra and Josephine. She kneeled on the side of Samira’s bed, checking her. “She will need someone to watch over her for some time. No missions for her for about a week,” she said, turning to make items from the herbs for the Herald.

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Cullen sighed, and ran a hand through his hair as the advisors and Cassandra all looked around the room at each other, the healer mixing whatever concoctions she could to help the inquisitor get back on her feet sooner.

It was Josephine who finally spoke up, “We can assign a guard to her chambers.” To which Cullen scoffed, “You want a recruit watching over the Herald?” He asked, obviously not very keen on the plan, “I will stay with her.” He added, earning a tilted head look from Leliana, “Has our commander grown soft on the Herald?” She asked, Cullen narrowing her eyes at her, “Nonsense.” He gruffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “I simply think that after everything she’s done, she deserves a little better than a mere babysitter.” He huffed, earning some nods of agreement from the others.

After some more talking, Cassandra agreed to train the troops for a few days, which would either be a vacation for them, or it would be hell. Josie had errands to run, and diplomats to sway. Leliana had... Well, people to kill, or so Cullen seemed to think. The Commander sat in a chair at the Herald’s desk, and started to go over some reports his runners had brought him, waiting for the woman to wake up.

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[[I swear I will get to my replies tonight! I'm currently at work. Love you all!]]

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[[I swear I will get to my replies tonight! I'm currently at work. Love you all!]]

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Imagine angry Dorian referring to himself as a ‘magister’ and Cullen always so fond of him interrupting with calm, pointed ‘altus’. The annoyed look he gives the Commander melts as soon as he notices a gentle smile tugging at other’s lips. He groans and blushes while Cullen laughs and comes close to comfort him.

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