#cullen speaks

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"Might've been a good fight, love, but this is uh...this isn't very good for you to do that oft." Cullen spoke softly as he pulled up a stool close to his partner, his healing kit pulled from his satchel. He is in his street clothes, seeing as though he didn't really want to pull much attention as soon as he entered the tavern.

"This'll sting, Roland..." His voice is soft as he pushes his mussed hair from out of his face and pinning it back with a clip. One that looked like a butterfly that he had snagged from Hawke when she was doing Varric's hair. Cullen very delicately begins to pour some of the clear hard liquor onto a cloth so he can dab softly at the wound of his split brow. Very softly, does the Commander work, making sure that the area is clean enough so he can observe if his lover should need sutures.

"Dear heart...I understand your intentions are good in the fights that you pick, but you worry me each time you do...please be careful with what you choose to do, yes?" His voice is ever softer as the hand that is not pressing the cloth to his brow picks up one of Roland's own and presses a few kisses to his knuckles. "I fear a heart attack may swoop me off my feet one of these days should you seriously be hurt."

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@eritvita asked | "i can do that, if you wish."

"If you'd like. I won't turn down the help." The Commander was down in the dirt, pruning the untouched flower beds in the gardens in hopes to bring life and resources to Skyhold's new residents. "There is a hand rake down there by you. The roots are a bit nasty and balled up. No rot has taken to the soil, thankfully."

It was odd to see him this way. In most circumstances he seemed on edge and armed to the teeth. But now? He was in his plain clothes, covered in dirt, and relaxed. He might've even heard a humming from his lips had he arrived just mere moments before.

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@eritvita asked | draw

Cullen had honestly taken up the request for a model as a polite activity. He saw how well Roland could draw, and when asked upon to actually indulge the other, Cullen could only say yes. Not out of guilt or obligation, but because Roland seemed more giddy than anything. Besides, Cullen couldn't say no. Especially when he watched his bouncing brow. It always brought such a smile to his face.

The only time the man had ever posed for something in his life was for that of his family portrait back in Honnleath. It had been years. He forgot how impatient he had become. Well, and thankfully, the Commander was currently stretched out on his only other piece of furniture in the room; a couch.

He closed his eyes here and there, taking brief fifteen minute naps or so. Roland was more than likely ecstatic to see these cat naps, seeing as though the last time he saw him crash and burn, they ended up staying in the gazebo for a few hours.

"Are you painting or just...sketching?" His voice came quietly from the couch, his eyes finding that of his companion's gaze, a soft smile given as he tilts his head curiously, but then remembers that he's supposed to be behaving like a good subject and turns his head back in the other direction, leaning his head upon his fist as he had been.

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@solstice-muse-collective asked || “Well, princess, let’s see what you’re made of.”

"N-Now hang on a moment!" The Commander would hold up his shield as a blast of magic whisked away at him. "I know it's been years since we've seen one another, b-but this isn't how I planned our reunion!" The man had begun to wean himself of lyrium weeks ago. There was no way he could block her attacks efficiently. Cassandra had even put him on rest for a time. He wasn't even supposed to be training down here with the others. He just...neglected to follow those instructions.

"N-Neria, take it easy-" Was she still angry for all that happened in Kinloch? Did she still hold a grudge over him? He had been scared for his life in that tower. Admitted to things he didn't ever think he could say out loud. But he had been so young...he had changed since then. Had done his penance. Was it not enough that he also had to endure the chaos in Kirkwall? He held up his shield and did his best to thwart her magic, but without the help of that vile blue substance, he was just a man fighting against magic stronger than he could ever hope to beat.

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@proelio-procusi asked | ❛  oh, i'm sorry. did i put you in a difficult position by fighting the giant force of pure evil that was going to destroy the whole world? maybe your administration could have handled that.  ❜

"Now wait a minute-" Cullen furrowed his brow and looked at the woman and then around them. No, this was not what he wanted. There needn't be a scene! He just- oh Maker, how was he going to fix this one?

"No, that isn't how I meant for it it to come across, Magdalen, h-hold on!" He pinched his brow and leaned against his desk. How was he going to do this. "All I meant to say was that...with myself at the head of the forces, it was a difficult decision. The mages look at me like I'm the enemy...so I...I decided to stop taking Lyrium." Standing up straighter now, the Commander would look to his Inquisitor and hold her gaze firm. "I want your soldiers to have unwavering faith in you...so I will endure. That was all I was trying to say...please forgive me if it seems as though I was harping on you..."

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@not-born-heroes asked  ( injured ) : one muse finds the other wounded and tries to help them - Gaultier & Cullen

“Ah...no I’m-” The Commander can feel the hands finding purchase on his arm and he hisses softly. “It’s fine. There are others here who are better off with your healing them first.” He tries to argue with one of the healing assistants as they crowd him in his portion of the healing hall. “Attend to them first...” He spoke softly, ushering them away from him. He thought he had gotten away from it for now, seeing as though he was better thinking about his injuries than the burning running through his head or the quivering of his muscles and aching of his lungs.

But, another softer touch finds his shoulder, and almost instantly does he feel the soothing feeling of healing magic take hold of his senses. A low, shuddering breath leaves his chest. Relaxation takes hold as he leans his head back and against the headboard of his bed, his gaze turning to find the features of the Healer that had managed to escape his own prison. 

“You are far too kind...you didn’t have to do this...I would’ve survived until everyone was triaged and taken care of...” 

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@bowbeforeyou​ sent: “ i trusted you more than anyone in this world, and you took advantage. “ //For Cullen? | bridgerton asks prompts | always accepting

“Trusted me? Oh, that’s rich coming from you.” The commander snapped back as he crossed his arms over his chest, brow knitting in anger as he watches the man. “The only reason you would dare to trust me is because of the Inquisitor and all of their efforts to stop the end of the world as we know it.” He knew better than this, but in all honesty? Cullen knew he had come a long way since his days as a Templar. The hell he went through in the Tower, further complications in Kirkwall, and now this? There was no way he was going to be insulted like this.

“The only one who has taken advantage of anything is you. You’re not the one leading armies into territories no one else dares to touch. You’re not the one who is going through-” A pause and a grit of his teeth. “You do the bare minimum and walk all over the Inquisition’s coat tails. You may ‘aid’ us in the little ways you do, but we are still doing everyone else’s dirty work that you’re all too busy to deal with.” Cullen placed his hands on the pommel of his sword and gave him the longest stare, one that wondered what exactly was going through his head. 

“We will speak again when you decide to get off your high horse, Theirin. I have better things to tend to than your petty finger pointing.” Without even an excusing of himself, the former Templar would quickly exit the room, face red as can be. Who knew he was so quick to anger with just the slightest of words? He didn’t take advantage....not of anyone. Not ever. If anything, he gave more than he ever took, and that was saying something coming from the man who had almost lost everything before Cassandra gave him this chance.

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🌑 - Soren tends to sneak into Cullen's quarters when he returns late from some errand or mission

Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse

It wasn’t rare for Cullen to be up late into the early hours of the morning, but what was rare was the fact he was passed out in his bed, undressed of all armor (which was surprisingly put away with utter care), sober, and quiet with sleep. Of his own fruition, the man was enveloped in his blankets and fast asleep. Well, all up until he feels his bed dipping beside him. His head is quick to raise in a bit of confusion, his sleepy stupor keeping him still in his bed instead of jumping up like he usually would. 

But, the confusion is quelled as he sees Soren climbing into bed beside him, clearly ready to settle down himself. With a bit of a grin, the Commander lifts his blankets up, accepting the lithe man into his arms, and with a bit of a stretch and a tense, does Cullen pull him closer, holding onto him and practically refusing to let him go. “Welcome home...” His voice is soft, sleep laden as he nuzzles into those brunette curls, lips pressing a kiss to the crown of his head as he tucks the blankets around them.