I was uptight, wanna let loose
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Rashallen Lavellan x Cullen
“That’s all you got?” Rashallen raised her wooden sword and pointed at her opponent.
“Come one, Commander. Show me the true strength of Ferelden.” Her voice sounded teasing enough to flatten any hurtful implications and she kept her brows raised, as she bowed.
“Don’t hold back, because you fancy me.”
They’d been outside for quite a while, enjoying Skyhold’s vast training fields. Snowflakes kept getting stuck in her short hair. Winter was upon them already in those heights. Not that Rashallen minded the cold. Training helped with finding warmth and so did Cullen.
He rolled his eyes. “Fancy you? But Inquisitor! Such indecencies. What would the court say.” And he charged. Wood splintered, cracked in some places. The brute force of the impact shook their bodies and Rahallen’s grip tightened around her weapon. Drops of sweat covered her forehead.
She met Cullen’s eyes. “Who is the Bull now?”
Chuckling, he shoved his elbow into Rashallen’s side. “I don’t think that our huge friend would be keen on sharing his title.”
She countered with hitting her weapon against his wrist. “Maybe, if we ask nicely?” With the sun this low, golden light filtered through the trees and air and set his eyes ablaze.
Cullen got her then. A single kick to her knees, too much strength in his upper body combined with a dexterity surprising for a man of his size.
Rashallen lost her standing and fell flat on her arse. Some bone protested against the harsh treatment, but she decided on ignoring them. Breathing seemed hard for a second or so, her fingers still wrapped around her sword. Fuck, her backbone.
She hated being weak. Feeling like a single moment in time reduced her to some fallen soldier, reaching for a hand to get up again. No. She’d sworn herself to carve her own part through all of history. Too much had already happened without her having the opportunity to change any of it.
Rashallen pressed her lips together and felt Cullen kneeling at her side. He touched her face and caught a snowflake on her cheek. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Happens.” Rashallen wouldn’t offer him a single hint at how much her back ached and how labored her breathing sounded in her ears.
“Hm.” Cullen lay down. Maybe he sensed that she wanted to get up on her own terms. Maybe something else motivated his movements. His reasonings were his own and he throw away the sword to grab her hand. His head came to rest close to hers and he Rashallen followed his gaze. Above them loomed a grey sky. Thick mountains of clouds and snow.
Coldness finally crept into her body, but her fingers felt warm and she watched her breathing escape her lips. “Now, people will really talk. The Inquisitor and her Commander freezing to death in the courtyard of Skyhold.” Cullen smelled of leather and iron. Even without the protection of his armor and it strangely calmed her senses.
Rashallen squeezed his hand. “I’m sure that Orlais will be devastated.” And he raised his free hand towards the sky. “Throwing a ball or two in our honor.”
She kissed the corner of his mouth then, realizing that being weak with him at her side didn’t trouble her that much.
