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@i-would-give-no-less
“Cullen!!!” Branson shouted as he kicked open the door to the Commanders office with a grin.
“The sun is shinin’! The birds are sigin’, the troops are drinkin’ and you’re in here! Its a lovely day Cul! Why don’t you go outside, and get some air, Mate? I promise, I won’t bloody kill ya!”
@hallaloved
“So, I reckon you’re the Inquisitor I’ve been hearin’ so much about!” Branson always seemed to appear out of nowhere. Mostly due to the fact that he spent as little time on the ground as possible. It had been only moments before that he’d un-perched himself from the branch of a nearby tree.
“A pleasure, Mate! Branson Rutherford at your service!”
@ofavvarisms
It’d been awhile since he’d been in Skyhold. Close to a month to be exact. As he walked away from the stable, he noticed both a familiar, and new face.
“Stan, mate! Take it easy, you’ll hurt yourself!” He laughed, running over to the poor soldier struggling to lift a box full of training shields and swords. Branson took it from him with ease, and placed the supplies back where they belonged, and admired the new face from a distance for a moment or two before deciding to initiate a conversation.
“We get more and more supporters as the weeks pass,” He grinned as he extended a hand towards the young woman.
“Branson Rutherford. A pleasure, madam!”
Working, always working.It seemed to many that working was what the Commander absolutely lived for. Too much to do, and not enough hours in the day to get things accomplished. Cullen sat at his desk, reading over the scattered reports that littered his desk.
A hand reached up to gently rub the temples. Cassandra said the headaches would improve, with time. It had been nearly six months since he’d quit the Lyrium. Freed himself from his leash. Yet the persistent headaches remained. No matter, the ex Templar thought to himself. Work kept him grounded, and so he buried himself in it.
He glanced toward the door at the knock, expecting an Inquisition scout to follow soon after. Then, to his surprise, a familiar, friendly voice came through the door.
“Come in,” The Commander replied, not fully hearing her muffled words from behind the door. “I’m afraid I can’t hear you very well.”
"Commander Cullen, I have a report from Varric about the red lyrium. Is now a good time?"
Cullen looked up. “I’m not busy at the present.” The commander gestured for the woman to come closer. “Good news would be wishful thinking wouldn’t it?”
mageoftheinquisition started following you
“Herald, Eh? Thats quite a big shoe you have to fill in’nit?” He smiled. “Funny. The way Cullen talks ‘bout you, I reckoned you’d be taller?” Branson laughed quietly as he extended a hand. “Inquisitor, a pleasure. Branson Rutherford at your service!”
@purebredferelden
“Bricot,” Branson asked as he wandered over slowly. “You busy tonight, Lass?”
Don't your veins คςђє for it? Wouldn't it just be ร๏ easy to slip back into that cradle? It misses you. We ๓เรร you, Sweet Cullen.
Cullen blinked. It was tempting yes. “I’ve... I’ve worked so hard. Come so far. I can’t give into it now.” It would be easy. Cullen didn’t like easy. Nothing was ever easy when it came to Cullen Rutherford.
