#jemtheinquisitor

[oflyrium-andlove]

My Afterlife Is Dark and Cold

@jem-the-gem-inquisitor https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJu51qnmvNI

“Bring him to me.” A familiar voice rumbles, distorted into a growl. The throne of the Magister is empty as the Red General paces before it in growing anticipation. 

Lyrium addled soldiers bring forth the Inquisitor, a little worse for wear during his time in captivity. He’s thrown before the feet of the Commander. He peers down at him. Eyes black as cold where once they had looked upon the Inquisitor, amber and warm. Red crystals protruded from his armor, mirroring the crimson that seemed to emanate from his entire being. 

It had been months since Cullen had gone missing, captured in the heat of battle. He had been presumed dead. But he had suffered a harsher fate. Much harsher. 

His eyes were blank, no sign of recognition in the dark depths. “Inquistor.” His voice was was level, unfeeling. 

[oflyrium-andlove]

“Hey you, care to take a dip with me?”

@jem-the-gem-inquisitor

The commander watched the Inquisitor from the shade, admiring as he leaned against a tree only a few feet from the lake. He cocked an eyebrow and looked down at his armor, trying to hide his sudden shyness. “I may be a bit overdressed.”

[oflyrium-andlove]

"Come on now...you've lived through worse than this...just, live through this too...!" ((I really wanted to send this one for a while but I've never interacted with you ;-;))

@jem-the-gem-inquisitor

Cullen sank to his knees, one gloved hand clutching his sword still while the other wrapped around the arrow that had embedded itself right below his collar bone. A deep slow breath escaped his lungs before he exerted most of his strength, wrenching it free. 

The commander tried to pull himself to his feet. White, hot pain cause him to cry out, his side screaming against the movement. He looked down, another arrow just to the left of his navel. Balance eluded him and he fell back into the snow, blood corrupting the white earth. “I..I’m not so sure this time.”

[oflyrium-andlove]

You should be ashamed of serving the Inquisitor. Not only did she abandon her duties as a noble, but she parades about as if she were a man just like you. And, she's a wild mage who was never properly trained by a Circle to boot. How barbaric!

“The Inquisitor?” The commander checked, slowly turning to face the masked man. Anger bubbling rapidly to the surface. “He is just as much a man as I am. And a better mage than any Circle trained.”

His voice was cool and level, a menacing growl.  But his eyes burned with ferocity jaw clenched, every bit the lion of his namesake in his wrath. “You would do best… to remember your place and keep your tongue behind your teeth where it belongs. Unless you would like me to relieve you of it. I would be more than happy to oblige.”

[oflyrium-andlove]

"CULLEN!" The scream rips past his lips before he can stop it. He catches the Commander's falling body in his arms, stumbling and sinking to the ground. Blood, of so much blood. Jem's stomach roils at the sight.

He doesn’t grab his shield to block. He doesn’t have time. Jem doesn’t. The Commander absorbs the volley of arrows, each one staggering his back wards a little further. He tries to remain upright but sinks to his knees, pulling the Inquisitor with him. He hears his name. It sounds far away.

The crimson of his cloak deepens to a darker shade as the lion helm clatters to the ground and rolls away. He looks up, eye to eye with him. A small smile graces his lips. He’s safe. That’s all that matters. He opens his mouth to speak, words soft. “Jem…” He starts, for once not speaking in titles. “Are you…are you alright?”

[oflyrium-andlove]

"Someone finally told me what happened. I'm sorry for trying to kiss you the other night"

Slowly, Cullen looks up from his desk. He was wondering when the Inquisitor would finally show up in his office. Honestly, he was surprised that no one had to told Jem about his drunken antics sooner. He rubbed the back of neck, a soft smile on his lips. “It’s quite alright. You’d had a bit to drink, from my understanding.”