Another Cullen short but ft. Amell this time because I cannot control myself... @thethirdamell I’m so sorry
There is a boy in the Kinloch Circle that templars talk about. A powerful mage, smart. Someone the Senior Enchanter has personally been grooming to take his role sometime down the line. From what Cullen can tell, the boy is something of a prodigy.
But the templars don’t talk about his intellect or his magic. They talk about his mouth and his body and the way he looks at them when they’re done. Cullen tries not to listen to those parts.
The mage with the striking eyes and striking mouth has a name. Fausten Amell, named after his family’s patriarch, is a slender mage. Raven-haired with rich brown skin and the eyes of an albino. Though Cullen himself hasn’t had any meaningful interactions with Fausten, he’s listened to enough of the gossip to know something of the Amell history; or as much as the grapevine can be trusted to tell it.
According to rumor, the Amells were a wealthy noble family hailing from Kirkwall. They had migrated to Ferelden sometime in the early Dragon Age after a combination of scandals and bad luck had left them bankrupt and disgraced. Fausten’s line specifically was burdened with mages, of which he was one of five. Their story was as tragic as it was gossip worthy.
Cullen wasn’t sure how much of the rumors could actually be trusted, but he found them fascinating if only because he’d yet to find the courage to ask Amell about them himself.
Cullen sneaks a glance across the library to where Amell has his nose buried in a dusty tome as thick as his arm. Another apprentice Cullen can’t remember the name of sits across from him, feet kicked up on the table, balancing in his chair on two back legs. He tosses balled paper shreds at Amell, who catches them midair with a gust of wind and sends them gliding back. Cullen smothers a smile.
He’d build up to it one day.
