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Hey guys, just wanted to let you know that I'm out of hospital and I'm recovering nicely. Sorry to disappear on you like that! I'm okay, no worries, and I've been signed off work for a while, so I'll be able to get some much needed rest. I hope to return to regular RPing soon. Meanwhile, thank you for your messages and care. You're such lovely people *^_^* Take care, dears!
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♖ for one of my muses guilty pleasures
All of his pleasures are guilty - which is why he rarely indulges them.
☁ for something that make my muse sad
The way the templars were corrupted.
☂ for something my muse wants to protect
The innocence of his siblings - for them to never know the horrors that he has seen.
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Exhaustion [Delylah] (DA:I)
Delylah went into her chambers, stomping up the stairs and slamming the door behind her. She normally is a very calm and patient person. Very sweet and nice, but there are days that she feels like she’s going to explode. She was exhausted.
That day she arrived from Orlais very early in the morning. It was still dark with only a small sliver of morning sun marking the grey sky. And to have to deal with orlesian nobility wasn’t — and never will be — an easy task. She never felt comfortable with their games as if she was constantly walking on eggshells. She was not just physically tired but mentally exhausted too.
She tried to sleep, but she woken up after two hours from an incredibly terrifying nightmare. She didn’t try again. Delylah knew that if she sleep, the nightmare would start all over again. It had been like that since the attack on Haven. She just kept tossing and turning in her bed till the dim light of the first sun’s rays shyly entered her chambers.
Then she spent hours in the morning helping several people in Skyhold. It was something she liked to do, but sometimes it could be quite tiring.
At the end of the day, Leliana called a meeting and when it finally finished , she left the War Room feeling extremely stressed.
Delylah filled some wine in the glass and took a long gulp, draining the day away. She love her work: helping people and fighting for a better world. But that was one of the rare moments when she would like to forget her title and everything else. She would like to have her old life back and just be a normal person.
The girl looked at the pile of papers on her desk and snorted angrily. There was so many things in her head, so many worries…She just wanted a few hours of peace and to forget the problems, even if just for a short time.
Delylah grabbed a book stashed under her pillows and went down the stairs. Hopefully no one would tease her for read a romance novel, but she tried to find a quiet place where she could read without being disturbed. Her bedroom was not a option because, despite the large windows and balconies, she felt suffocated there.
The girl walked outside along the battlements for some time till she found a spot secluded enough for her. She sat cross-legged on the ground tossing her long and thick braid over her shoulder, opened the book in her lap and began to read.
After a while, however, the little letters started getting mixed and her eyelids began to weigh. She rubbed her eyes to see better, but when this didn’t work she let out a frustrated moan and closed the book.
It had been three days since the last time she actually slept a peaceful sleep. The nightmares were not frequent, but when they came, she barely slept. Her mind has begun to deteriorate with exhaustion—her body and mind craved to sleep—but she could not because the nightmares would return and she would waken up screaming in the middle of the night.As a result she was stressed and in a bad mood.
Delylah got up and left the book on a barrel next to her. She sat on the edge of the battlements, with her feet dangling in the air as she watched the sun go down. She took a deep breath, savoring the feel of the cold air in her lungs.
It was such a beautiful sunset, crimson and purple and quiet. Her eyelids started to weigh a ton and the more she struggled to keep them open, the more she had to shake herself to stay awake.
“Oh, for Andraste’s sake.”, Delylah muttered under her breath.
So she yawned and gave in. She leaned the side of her head against the wall.
“Just for a few minutes,” Then she close her eyes.
Commander Cullen had remained in the War Room with Leliana after the evening's meeting. Information gathered by the Spymaster's people was alarming; the Emprise du Lion was overrun with Red Templars, and the townsfolk were being systematically abducted. That, along with Darkspawn activity on the Storm Coast and cultists infiltrating the Fereldan court, meant that the Inquisition had their hands full.
New recruits were joining every day, but the bulk of Cullen's forces were still raw, poorly equipped, and in need of training. He had his best Corporals in the field, each leading their own small company. His finest officer - and friend - Captain Rylen was in the middle of maker-knew-where out by the Western Approach, dealing with Venatori, wild beasts, Darkspawn, and mercenaries. The problems were unending.
It was late when Cullen finished conferring with Leliana on troop placements, using the insight she had obtained. The commander was restless from being holed up in one room for so long and itched to see the open sky. And so he took a leisurely walk across the ramparts to stretch his legs and do some thinking.
In the gloom of the evening, he almost did not see the figure slumped over the wall by the south-west tower. It was certainly no guard - they knew better than to doze off on their shift. Puzzled, Cullen moved down the stone steps towards the sleeping person. He passed a book that had been left on a barrel and noticed with some amusement that it was a romantic novel. His smile grew when he realised that the slumbering stranger - and likely the owner of the novel - was the Inquisitor herself.
Reaching her side, Cullen came to lean on the wall overlooking the courtyard. He would not have wakened her had it not been for the fact that she was in the night air, exposed to both cold and possibly public embarrassment.
Quietly, he murmured: "Inquisitor..."
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♞ for something that my muse wants to do
Visit the graves of his parents in Honnleath.
Regions of Thedas - Skyhold
♗ ♞ ♨ (you fluffball)
♗ for a tip for getting my muses romantic affection
Don't need him. He cannot love someone he doesn't respect, and he cannot respect a woman who needs a man to complete her. If you are secure without him, he will want to be around you.
♞ for something that my muse wants to do
He wants to see his family again, but he is afraid that they would despise the man he has become. If he could, he would watch over them from a distance.
♨ for something that relaxes my muse
The sound of flowing water with no one else around.
Send me a...
♗ for a tip for getting my muses romantic affection ♖ for on of my muses guilty pleasures ♞ for something that my muse wants to do ♟ for something my muse admires ☁ for something that make my muse sad ☂ for something my muse wants to protect ♨ for something that relaxes my muse
🔒 Cullen | Samira (DA:I)
Samira began her walk with the party, staying close to the Commander. He was the only one she was actually familiar with, and was a little nervous to talk to the other people.
"Despite our conversations for the past few days, I feel as though I don’t know very much about you, Commander. Tell me about yourself. Where are you from?” Samira asked, looking to Cullen.
Setting a reasonable pace, the commander walked at the head of the party, with the Herald beside him.
"Me?" he said, glancing at Samira when she asked the question. "Well, I was stationed at Kirkwall. But I'm from Ferelden, originally."
Kirkwall’s Circle fell. Innocent people died in the streets. Can’t you see why I want nothing to do with that life?
Even if our threads get dropped, the relationship built between our muses doesn't go away
I’m terrible for losing muse for a thread, and a lot of my threads don’t get finished. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to rp anymore, or that any relationship between our muses is for nothing.
THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS
Skipping ahead in a plot or filling in what happened between threads OOC is absolutely an option too.
🔒 Cullen & Aya - Whispers in the Dark
Out of the corner of her eye, Aya’s glance lingered on the Commander’s form. In truth, this was the first time that she had seen him without his armor and despite being somewhat hidden by the darkness, the moonlight did an excellent job at providing enough light for her to see him. It would be an understatement to say that the sight was anything less than glorious. But besides the physical aspect, she was glad to experience him like this.
Just the two of them.
The thought left a soft smile on her lips while she listened to him speak. Imagining The Lion of the Inquisition on a majestic steed left her with rosy cheeks.
‘’If anyone can, it would most certainly be Dennet. Personally, I’m still relieved that he was able to provide me with a Hart. Horses are wonderful mounts but I seem to get along better with Harts. Have you ever ridden one?’’
Her smile unnerved him further. Could she tell that he was lying? He shook off the paranoia, looking past her without really seeing anything besides her. A cool breeze washed over the castle walls and Cullen inhaled sharply at the touch. It felt good.
At her question, he tried to clear his throat without making a sound. "I - hmm - can't say I have. But I imagine the same principles apply. It will not be a problem."
🔒 Cullen | Samson (DA:I)
Samson looked up tiredly at Cullen. Absently, he wondered when he got that lip scar. Had it been when he was at the Gallows? Before then? He’d roomed with the man for a time, at least before Meredith removed him from the Order.
“No one’s more shocked than me, I assure you, Rutherford.” He rose. “What does that opportunity entail, exactly?”
He didn’t expect to be outfitted and sent out to fight for the Inquisition. Unlike some of the others the Inquisitor had judged, his was a delicate position. It would have benefited many to see his head roll, a beast of Corypheus slain for the greater good. However, it had been decided he would be spared, and to what end had been on everyone’s mind, including his own.
“I gather no one’s trusting me with a sword for some time.” Or lyrium, and without either, he was barely functional at times.
Cullen sneered at him. "Your hand will never grasp another sword."
Stalking into the depths of the cell like a frustrated beast, the commander began to pace.
"You will join me in my office," he stated firmly, "where you will mark the locations of every Red Templar base, trade route, lyrium mine, and point of interest on a map. Your nights will be spent here, under lock and key." He waved a hand dismissively, swift to cut off any objections. "It is as much for your protection as it is for ours."
“Get out!” (Eva)
By the Maker, was there anything else that could go wrong? Actually, no, she did not really want to find out in that moment. Eva tried to peek, despite the fact that he was trying to keep his face away. His nose didn’t seem broken, at least not to what she was seeing. «It’s alright. Just, wait here a moment,» she answered keeping her voice calm: he seemed anxious enough without her adding anything to it.
«Don’t tilt you head backwards, okay?» She placed a hand on his arms, guiding him towards the steps behind him to allow him to have something to sit on. Eva climbed up the stairs as fast as she could holding her towel, then she opened a drawer taking a folded handkerchief from it, before she carefully reached him once again. She went beside him, holding out the piece of cloth. She leaned closer, drawing her hand near his face as she covered his gloved stained one. That way he could take it off without the blood flowing everywhere. Now that she knew of his condition, she was not going to use healing spells on him again, not until his lyrium withdrawal was over. «Relax, now. It’s just a… very bad day.» It was that sort of thing you could laugh about once it had passed, but in that moment he still needed to calm down.
His heart was pounding rapidly, exacerbating the stream of blood that ran from his nose. Dazed, irritated, and mortified by the humiliation, Cullen sat on the steps with his hand cupping his lower face as the Inquisitor rushed to retrieve a handkerchief for him. Soon she was beside him once more, and her milky legs came into view below the towel, still streaked with water.
Cullen glanced away quickly, but Eva drew close and lifted the handkerchief to his face. He accidentally caught sight of the swell of her breasts, heaving at the top of the towel in her exertion. The flustered commander closed his eyes and tried to relax while he kept the soft fabric clamped over his nostrils.
"Um... perhaps..." came his muffled voice. "Perhaps you should... get dressed, Inquisitor."
Please, Maker... his mind added.
🔒 Cullen | River
“I was walking to one of the camps, in the Hinterlands when a rift opened.” The Tranquil flatly informed, “I do not know what happened next, I cannot recall the events after something struck me.”
The implications were staggering. Rifts opened between this world and the Fade - albeit unnaturally, but the link was there. If the Tranquil were mages whose connection to the Fade had been severed, then the rifts could, hypothetically, reconnect them. It was an incredible theory.
Nodding decisively, the commander said: "Come with me." He started to lead her into Skyhold. "Solas may know something about this."
