@tarnioang liked for a starter
it’s not often he’s sent out into the field without any of his templar brothers-in-arms
beside him, but he trusts cullen’s judgement almost as much as he trusts the
inquisitor’s. he is no spy, but he is supposed to be meeting one of leliana’s contacts,
and what could that mean but spying? his first thought, upon seeing the man
described to him at length, is that he isn’t a man but a bear. he has to be. no one
should be that big. but after the initial shock has worn off, recognition starts to set in.
nothing intimate enough to put a name to the face, or even a face to the massive form,
but he recognises the way he carries himself. recognises the silhouette he casts, and
michael is transported back to denerim, back to his childhood, and the chaos all those
years ago. all thoughts of why he was sent here are forgotten, eyes widening and his
accent turning decidedly more orlesian as his excitement pitches. ❝ i know you. you
were there, in denermin, when the darkspawn came. ❞