#ofrutherford

[jstar1992]

ofrutherford When Samira emerged from the conclave, she had not expected what was to come. And when she arrived at Haven, she had been afraid. The Dalish weren't really liked by humans, and she worried that "knife ear" would be uttered to her several times. Samira was thankful that her ears were hidden by her short black hair, but the markings on her face screamed Elven. She hurried inside to meet her advisers.

[rileymcdaniels]

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The walk from the kitchens to the battlements was not far, but it seemed insurmountable with the tray in her arms. She took the stairs carefully and smiled at the guard who opened the tower door for her. She ducked into the welcome warmth and light.

The weight disguised the way her hands trembled all of a sudden, betraying her nerves. 

“Unless I’m mistaken,” she said in lieu of a greeting, “eating is still important.”

Would it be sinful to say that he reminded her of home? His voice was flat and Fereldan. Denerim was so far away, and Skyhold seemed more Orlesian than anything else, surrounded as they were by the accents and masks and affectations of the Empire. Surely that could not be wrong, even if her blush as she set the tray down on an unoccupied part of his desk was an indication of far more inappropriate feelings.

“You should eat,” she said, smiling. 

[rileymcdaniels]

It was over.

The Herald had succeeded.

And all of Skyhold was having a party. 

Mother Giselle had not forbidden anyone from attending the celebrations, not that she would have been heeded if she had, but there was the implication that she would be most displeased with anyone who was caught in behavior that was unbecoming of a servant of the Maker.

So Riley had donned her most casual clothing, just a plain brown dress and brown boots, and joined the festivities for a little while. She cheered during a bout of jousting and drank an ale or two too many, but the world had been saved; the Maker could hardly fault her for that.

A meal was served indoors, away from the hot sun, and as the afternoon wore on, musicians gathered and struck up rousing tunes, from tavern ditties to folk songs. The music slowed as evening approached and Riley, pink-cheeked from the sun and a little clumsy on her feet, went inside.

She hummed merrily to herself, twirling every few steps even if she had to catch herself against the wall sometimes. She passed one of the wide balconies that overlooked the courtyard and saw familiar feathered shoulders. 

"Commander?" she said in a bright voice, "what are you doing up here?"

In the fading light, well, she could think him beautiful. No one would scold her for thoughts she did not voice.

[bloodimagery-archive-blog]

( ofrutherford )

When he'd heard Leliana say the name, he'd almost laughed.

Cullen? Knight-Captain Cullen, the Templar?

Except she'd called him Commander and then she'd dismissed Nug with a disapproving scowl. Although most interactions with Leliana ended with a disapproving scowl. Guess that was to be expected after defiling her holy whatever and sticking her through the heart.

Still, getting him to deliver her reports to the Templar? That was just rude. And, knowing Leliana, Intentional. With a great big capital I and a handful of furtive glances at powerful colleagues. He didn't know what the Spymaster's game was, but he was willing to play, at least for today.

So he made the short trip (made longer by the fact that Skyhold was large and had many doorways) to Cullen's office, flicking through the reports idly. Something about the rebel mages coming to an agreement, or the Templar Order being disbanded. Honestly, Nug didn't particularly care, he just wanted to make sure he wasn't unknowingly delivering a folder full of scorpions or something.

Although that did sound fun. He'd have to make a note to do that some time.

Leaning his shoulder against the door, Nug pushed on it, still openly flicking through the report. Carelessly letting the door fall closed behind him, he stepped into the room, ears twitching irritably at the sight of Cullen.

"Templar," he greeted the man, dropping the report messily on his desk, "the Spymaster sends her disregards." With any luck, he wouldn't be recognised, and the encounter would be over quickly.

[inquisitionsherald]

Genderbent Closed RP || OfRutherford

    Making his way into the blacksmith's forge, Eli glanced around at the fine weaponry crafted for their forces. They'd come a long way since first the Inquisition had started, and if he had any say at all, they would see themselves through to victory. He knew not what would come after the battle was over, only that he hoped his companions and advisors would wish to continue on their cause. 

   Bidding the men, who were hard at work, good day, he stepped from the establishment, turning his gaze to the office where he knew the Commander sat within, probably pouring over books, maps, and documents as usual. It was that location that his feet carried him, his hand soon pushing the door wide to step inside. 

   "Do you never give yourself rest from all the work, Lady Commander?" He chuckled, spotting the Commander as he had presumed. 

[ataashe]

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           "Cullen! There you are--"      [ The door's not even hit the back wall before Iron Bull managed to duck his horns into Cullen's quarters at Skyhold, striding across its interior to tower over the Commander's desk. The Qunari dropped his palms to the oak surface and grinned at the shorter man. ]

          "You've been hiding out, Commander. And while I'm sure your naked backside was the height of scandal the morning after our game of Wicked Grace, I can promise you it wasn't all that shocking. Bit vanilla, if you ask me. So--"       [ Bull rapped his knuckles on the desk and hooked a thumb at the door.]            "C'mon, let's go. I need your Templar tactics for a lesson with the Boys." 

[firevhenan]

Sitting at a small table in Arra's quarters, delivered just recently by a messenger boy is a small vase with a bouquet of Crystal Grace. A note is scribbled amongst the flowers. 'Arra, these seemed a suitable gift for their beauty... and perhaps usefulness in protection from the fire spells you seem quite astute at casting. Happy Wintersend.' Signed, Cullen

Well, this was certainly unexpected... but definitely not unwelcome.

Arra brushed her fingers along their petals. Crystal Grace was such a pretty flower, and she didn't see it often. She would have to give the commander something in return.

She placed the flowers in the vase on the floor beside her bedroll. There wasn't really any other place she could put her things. This room was shared between her and several others.

Maybe tomorrow she'd plant them in the garden. There was no way she'd let them wilt.

[shieldedbysmiles]

"Please don't ask." Cait's face grew red as she was adorned in the gaudiest, shiniest armor anyone could have ever claimed to see.