I will give your heart a place to rest

Indie RP blog for Cullen Rutherford from the DA series. Semi selective. Mun is 21+

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Besides my mind, you mean? The curt reply was on the tip of his tongue when he bit it back. He knew his irritation to be more a product of his own mounting stress than actually directed at the woman before him. It was a stress that seemed to grow in direct proportion to the pile of missives on his desk that multiplied every time he looked at it. 

Shifting himself from where his weight had been bearing down against the desk and back up into a standing position, he raked a hand slowly over his face.  “I was just penning a response to the Lady Ambassador and now it seems to have vanished off the face of Thedas.” 

The Commander did not mention that he strongly suspected foul play in its disappearance, especially after the barrage of pranks he had been victim to lately. With a sigh, he crossed his arms over his chest in hopes of imitating an ease that he did not truly feel. “Though I do not suppose you came all the way here to help me search. What can I do for you?”

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Midnight // Rynn x Cullen

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Cullen was still on high alert as he crouched down. The moonlight broke sporadically through the copse of trees, just enough for him to ascertain the extent of her injuries with some degree of success. He kept the tree line within his peripheral and knew that his sword was in quick reach of his right hand, should he detect the slightest of movement.

Allowing his gaze to drop down to his companion, his lips pulled into a tight line and slightest tick could be detected in his jaw. “I would rather not wait around to find out.”

He rolled back on his heels. “Do you think you can stand?”

Everything hurt, in particular her shoulder - she’d be fighting one handed for a few weeks, it seemed. Other than that, she was fairly certain she was alright - or at least not bad enough to be bedridden for a long period of time. Still, her heart pounded, though that could be because of the Commander who was currently kneeling beside her. 

Rynn was able to handle herself, and yet every time Cullen came to her rescue she found herself breathless. Maker’s Breath, she was fond of him. 

“I would agree, Commander. Whatever it was maybe decide it wasn’t finished with me.” She winced as she moved her shoulder a bit, but she still offered him a nod. “Long as you help me up I think I can walk just fine.” [ @oflyrium-andlove ]

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Cullen stared at her for a long moment, not entirely convinced of her wellbeing. But she had told him that she would alright and the Commander trusted her awareness of her own body. Besides, the sooner they could get out of these woods and back to camp, the better at ease he would feel. He was confident enough in his own ability and had fought along side the Inquisitor enough times to trust she could more than hold her own and would have his back. But she was injured and their likelihood of making it through unscathed should they be ambushed did not inspire confidence.

The quickest way back would be to carry her. But with both his arms occupied, he would be unable to reach his sword and they would be left even more vulnerable. He briefly toyed with the idea of throwing her over his shoulder for the sake of efficiency but quickly shook the idea off, picturing the wrath he would bring down upon himself. He knew she was in pain, but also knew that she could wield a weapon if the situation required. The decision was clear to him. 

 “On the count of three then.” Leaning in, he tucked an arm under her shoulder for stability and moved to heave them into stand position, careful not to add unneeded strain to her injured shoulder. “One...two...three!”

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“Damn, it looks like you pissed off a grizzly bear.”

Cullen peered up from his newfound, sprawled position in the dirt. He pulled himself into a sitting position and wiped the blood from his split lip with the back of his hand before letting his arms rest over his knees, sword resting just in front of him. His shoulder rose with each inhale as he attempted to regain his breath.

He knew he must look a sight after the thrashing he had taken in the last wave. There had been intelligence of a band of red templars, but there had been no indication that they would venture so near. Not until they reached the camp, that is. Now, the fighting seemed to be over and the Commander found himself more irritated at his oversight than anything. He hated surprises. 

“I think I would have preferred a grizzly bear to this.” He huffed in a half-hearted attempt at dry humor, nodding towards a solider he had just felled. Not matter how many they encountered, he would never grow used to fighting men who used to be so much like him. “I take it you managed alright?”

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“I don’t know what it was that attacked me.”

Cullen was still on high alert as he crouched down. The moonlight broke sporadically through the copse of trees, just enough for him to ascertain the extent of her injuries with some degree of success. He kept the tree line within his peripheral and knew that his sword was in quick reach of his right hand, should he detect the slightest of movement.

Allowing his gaze to drop down to his companion, his lips pulled into a tight line and slightest tick could be detected in his jaw. “I would rather not wait around to find out.” 

He rolled back on his heels. “Do you think you can stand?”

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Attacked [sentence starters]

Monster-themed for the most part, but feel free to change ‘it’ pronouns to something else for a humanoid villain.

“Settle down, you’re safe now.” “Who hurt you? WHAT hurt you?” “I don’t know what it was that attacked me.” “Did you see what they looked like?” “Please, help me. I’m hurt.” “All I remember are teeth and a whole lot of pain.” “I was sure I was going to die.” “I would be dead if you hadn’t found me.” “What the hell was that thing?!” “Oh god, please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead.” “I don’t want to think what would have happened if you didn’t show up.” “Do you have any idea what did this to you?” “Was it an animal? A person?” “It all happened so fast.” “Stop screaming, I’m not the one who hurt you!” “You’ll be alright, just calm down and tell me what happened.” “I’m so sorry this happened to you.” “I’m not sure it was even human.” “That looks like it hurt.” “Help is coming. Just stay calm.” “Don’t just stand there, help me!” “You’re lucky I came by when I did, or else you’d be dead.” “You shouldn’t be out here alone.” “Wh-where am I? What happened to me?” “You never know what might be prowling around out here.” “Why would anyone want to attack you?” “Hey, can you hear me? Are you alright?” “A-am I going to die?” “We have to go before it comes back!” “I don’t even know why it left me alive.” “I-I need a doctor. Please.” “Damn, it looks like you pissed off a grizzly bear.” “It was you. You did this to me!” “Do you think it’ll come back?” “I-I didn’t get a good look at it.” “It’s okay, I’ll help you. Just don’t try to move.” “How do you know so much about monsters?” “You need to learn how to protect yourself.” “Honestly, it’s a miracle you weren’t torn to shreds.” “I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life.” “You’re not going to die. I’ll make sure of it.” “Whatever happens to me, make sure the one who did this pays the price.”

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Rain Sentence Starters

Taken from here.

“Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.” “Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.” “Rain didn’t make things messy. People did that all on their own.” “Rain may fall as gently as mercy.” “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.” “The rain fluctuates between drizzle and torrential. It messes with your mind.” “I’ll do my crying in the rain.” “I have always considered the rain to be healing–a blanket–the comfort of a friend.” “I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere.” “I don’t just wish you rain. I wish you the beauty of storms.” “Rain is a boon to a thirsty soldier.” “If you think it’s going to rain, it will.” “For the rain it raineth every day.” “Rain is as romantic as roses, and as easily overdone.” “If there is one righteous person the rain falls for his sake.” “I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers.” “Raindrops keep falling on my head.” “Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank.”

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Time // Rynn x Cullen

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The light of the open door spilled out into the darkened hallways, a stark contrast to the cold stone. She motioned but he remained stationary for a moment or two, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings and distantly wondered that he had never actually seen her quarters before. It made him feel a way that he could not quite place but was vaguely unnerving.

Shaking it off, he stepped in to the room and found his way to where she had motioned, muttering an absent thanks. Both hands grasped the glass but left it untouched. His gaze fell to her face with intent, scarcely glancing away as he listened to her speak. 

“My impression was that our venture to Redcliffe was on direct invitation from the Grand Enchanter.” Cullen’s brows furrowed in the way they were wont to do when he was thinking hard. “What happened then?”

She wondered if he could feel the electricity in the air between them. Did he notice the way she looked at him now, full of knowledge and regrets she could hardly put into words? Did he know how difficult it was not to grab him in her arms again and hold him there until sunset?  The Inquisitor doubted it, and was certain she would not tell him - not yet. 

“That’s the thing, Commander - it was. Until we got there. She had no memory of inviting us, and was quite perplexed as to why she would have, considering they’d sworn themselves to Tevinters. And it only gets stranger from there.” She shook her head, looking down at her glass before meeting his gaze again.

“That mage that came back with me, also a Tevinter, but a rebellious one, and I began to investigate and what we discovered still chills me to the bone. I don’t really know an easy way to say this so I’ll just tell you -”

“Alexius, an influential and powerful magister, had unlocked the secrets to time magic. And Dorian and I were transported a year in the future -  a year where I did not exist.” The color drained had drained from her face by then - clearly it was only going to get worse, but she was waiting for him to process this news. 

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The crackling embers popped and cast the room in a warm, dim glow. It forced his treacherous mind to remember another night beside another fire what seemed like ages ago now. Their proximity unsettled him, to understate the situation. It felt charged and wonderful and...and..

Inappropriate. Cullen affirmed to himself sternly, damping down any and all wayward thoughts. What mattered was the task at hand. There had been a threat to the Herald’s life and to the Inquisition. She had clearly been through enough without having to put up with his wandering mind.

Her last sentence was a punch in the gut; effectively killing any and all other thoughts with the same expedience as a bucket of ice water.

“Back in time?” The words felt as shocking as they left his mouth as they had when they had fallen on his ears. “What...how?” 

He ran a hand absently through his hair, trying desperately to make sense of it but it was futile. He didn’t want to ask the next question, fear of the truth begged him to hold his silence. But it wasn’t in his nature. Best to face the truth head on. “Hera-...Rynn, what happened in the future?”

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Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?

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Time // Rynn x Cullen

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The light of the open door spilled out into the darkened hallways, a stark contrast to the cold stone. She motioned but he remained stationary for a moment or two, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings and distantly wondered that he had never actually seen her quarters before. It made him feel a way that he could not quite place but was vaguely unnerving.

Shaking it off, he stepped in to the room and found his way to where she had motioned, muttering an absent thanks. Both hands grasped the glass but left it untouched. His gaze fell to her face with intent, scarcely glancing away as he listened to her speak. 

“My impression was that our venture to Redcliffe was on direct invitation from the Grand Enchanter.” Cullen’s brows furrowed in the way they were wont to do when he was thinking hard. “What happened then?”

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Time // Rynn x Cullen

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He was wrapped up in the two of them, as if none of Haven had existed. She was safe and in a perfect world, he would never have to let her go, to offer her up to duty and a calling that was fair bigger than either of them. Her hand was warm within his own, felt small and fragile, although Cullen knew the ferocity that within. 

Eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed as he scrutinized her with a hard calculating look. The Herald was acting strangely and there was undoubtedly more to the story than she was letting on. But there were more pressing issues for the time being. The Breach….the Mages. The Mages. 

Reality came crashing back through then, as jarring as breaking glass. “They’re all here? Now?”

Cullen looked down at her, expression full of deeper meaning and vaguely stern. “We’ll speak later.” Reluctantly, he let go of her hand and let the military general take over as he ordered about his men. There was much to do. 

If Rynn herself had had time magic, she’d have paused it here forever. And then she’d have rewound to her cabin, and told him not to leave, told him that while she knew it was crazy, he should stay. 

But then, they’d have never been at the Conclave, and she’d have never gotten the mark, he’d have never become Commander, and neither of them would have had to save the world. What a life that would have been – if only she’d been brave enough to tell him to stay. 

There were so many things she needed to tell him, and while protocol would have had her tell the council together, she needed to speak to Cullen alone. Rynn didn’t trust her ability to maintain her composure about this topic, and Cullen was the only one she trusted to see her that way.

“Some of them. More will come in the next few days, but try not to let it worry you, Commander. They are victims too.” She squeezed his hand once before letting it go.

“Yes we will. Please come to my chambers as soon as you can. I need to speak to you privately. I’ll be waiting.” And with that, the redhead turned, making her way to the small cabin that had become her home base. Perhaps it was suggestive to mention her cabin, but it was wear she felt safest – and she desperately wanted to get out of this armor and into her normal clothes. 

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He gulped hard, her words leaving him scrambling, much in the same way that her presence often did. Then she was gone and Cullen was all too aware of the current of his own undress and the stares, easy to ignore when the Herald was there to distract, suddenly seemed unbearable.

Turning on his heel, he made his way to his quarters to change as well.

——-

He paused for a moment. The impropriety was clear as day. The Commander seeking out the Herald in personal quarters in the middle of the night....Cullen shook it off. That much had happened was undeniable. Some he knew, some he could guess, but most details he hadn’t the slightest inclination. It was essential that they talk. She had been distressed and almost relieved to see him.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked. “Herald. It’s Commander Rutherford.”

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According to Plan [Cullen x Rynn]

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She laughed and relief coursed through him like a tidal wave as he rose to his feet. Things were already going much better than he had anticipated. She hadn’t turned from him in disgust and he hadn’t embarrassed himself beyond all recovery, at least not yet. The day was still young and then there was always the wedding…

Cullen’s stomach twisted in anxiety as he imagined all the expectant eyes, familiar and unfamiliar, watching him seal an alliance like the pawn he was.

But she was lovely and seemed to tolerate him thus far and her life made something in his chest flutter. 

Then he realized she had been talking and he was probably gaping at her like an imbecile. He wracked his panicked brain for a suitable response to her question. Say something, Rutherford. Anything.  It was taking far too long. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “I heard it’s supposed to rather hot tomorrow.” 

You absolute idiot. 

“I am sorry. I’m making a blunder of this, aren’t I?” Scarred lips curved into a sheepish half smile, amber eyes scanning hers for any indication that she was just as apprehensive as he was. But all he could see is the way her eyes seemed to sparkle. Maker’s breath she was beautiful. 

He was staring. 

Rynn didn’t mind, she took the opportunity to do the same, waiting patiently for him to answer her question. Truly, it would take quite a lot to bother her in that moment, so great was her relief. He seemed kind, and was handsome - not to mention he seemed like a warrior, he could take care of himself and of her. 

“It is yes, which is why my dress will be sleeveless. You don’t need to apologize.” Rynn rested a gentle hand on his cheek, smiling. She was a bit hesitant to do so, not wanting to cross a boundary, but both of them knew what they were going to be doing tomorrow night - it seemed silly to avoid contact now.

 “Neither of us knows what we’re doing. I’m nervous too. I only just met you, and tomorrow I will become Lady Rutherford, along with everything that means,” it was clear she was politely referring to the wedding the night - it was improper to discuss it, but she was nervous and needed some sort of outlet. “it’s quite a lot to process. 

“I will say though -” Her smile turned into a grin. “No one told me that you were this handsome.” Her hand moved from his cheek to rest delicately on his neck. “All I want is to be able to speak honestly and openly with you, as I think we’ll both be happier for it.”

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He was sure she hadn’t come here to discuss the weather. But he was all the more grateful to her for humoring him and his frayed nerves. How strange it was standing in front of a perfect stranger knowing that in a few hours they would be bound for life. And here he was in front of his future wife with nothing to say.

Then she touched his cheek and he fumbled to remember for a moment what they had been discussing. The combination of the contact and her confession made him feel as if the floor had fallen away. Clearing his throat, he tried to fight the heat rising from the neckline of his doublet. “I think that I should like that also.” His voice was soft. “I am nothing if not a practical man. I have no...misconceptions about why this marriage is happening and I’m not fool enough to do more than hope for love.”

He paused, staring down with sincerity as he held her hands within his own. “But I dearly hope that I can make you happy.”

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Emerald and Undead

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His heart was pounding as he took a step back from her, the noise of it made it hard to thing clearly, hard to form the words that so desperately longed to tear free from the cage of his chest. Taking a steadying breath to steady himself, he scowled down at her.

“Because you are the Inquisitor.” He stared in that level pragmatic voice that he used when he was trying to reason, but his voice threatened to tremble, to reveal the true emotion behind his outburst. “Because falling in love with me would be a distraction.”

His breaths were shaky now, coming is tremulous waves and he paused again, eyes piercing into her. “Because all I ever think about is a life with you, back in that cabin, away from all this Maker forsaken mess.” He gestured around them. In his life, good things never lasted, crumbled away like ash the second he could reach out to touch them. It was why he held back. Why averted his gaze, why he kept his distance.

“You are right. I am scared. Terrified.” A gloved hand ran through his hair. “If I…if this gets in the way…if something were to happen to you…” He swallowed hard, next words barely more than a whisper. “It would be all my fault.

It hurt, watching him step back like that. Even if she knew it was shock or disbelief, she didn’t the way he moved away from her. And so she watched him carefully, wishing she could jump off this damn horse and into his arms. Unfortunately, the wound would not allow her to. Instead she listening. 

“And what if I already have fallen in love with you Cullen, what then?” The words were simple, and in their simplicity it was obvious how true they were. “Is it not more of a distraction to wonder? To wish it was possible? To imagine it?” Her voice was thickening, it seemed tears wanted to come but she held them back.

“I watched you die for me, Cullen. I watched you be tortured for me. And yet, it pales in comparison to the thought of not having you. All I want is a life with you too. Love is possible in this mess - in fact, love is one of the only reasons this mess is even worth it.” Passion dripped from every word, that intense green gaze settled upon his wearied features. Rynn reached out - hand barely able to graze his cheek as she stretched from her spot atop the horse, a poorly-hidden wince accompanying the motion.

“It could never be your fault Cullen. In fact, half the reason I’ve survived the things I have is because I knew I needed to come back to you. Try to let the fear go, even if only for a few minutes, and tell me what you would do if it was not there? Or better yet, just do it. We’ll still fight this evil, but damn the Inquisition - I am yours, if you wish it.” Those last words were difficult to say, the vulnerability laid bare in front of him. It was a risk the Inquisitor did not take lightly, and yet she knew it must be taken. 

She could only hope he did not reject her.

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He watched her, eyes blazing with intensity and heart thundering harder with every word she spoke. The unreasonable, most honest part of him soaring elation. Cullen has scarcely dared to hope, never entertained the thought that she might want him, love him. That perhaps he could be.

But the joy was tightly reined by fear. And by the Maker, he had only been this terrified a handful of times in his life. His head spun from the dizzying contrast of emotions warring within himself as he stared at her.

He should say something, but it all caught in his throat, refusing to budge. No words were adequate, could describe all he feared, all he hoped for, all he felt.

He was a man of action and principle, not of words. Throwing caution to the wind for once in his damnable, strictly regimented life, Cullen surged forward. And gripping either side of her face, kissed her and hoped his message would convey.

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