A sword to pierce the sun

"Once your sacrifices are made, is there no end? Are you leashed until the day you die, or Lyrium takes your mind away?"                Indie | Open Cullen Rutherford

[templarcommanderofhonnleath]

I’ll Be A Better Man Today

”Only Mages have that much power at their fingertips, only mages are so susceptible to the infernal whisperings of the demons.”

Words uttered so long ago haunted the Commander in his sleep, echoing within his mind. He had been so foolish back then. To allow his anger to blind him as it had.

He woke up with a start, a cold sweat dripping down his body, the stars and the moonlight reflecting down on him from his dilapidated ceiling. Another sleepless night it would seem. 

Dragging himself out of his bed, his body fighting in protest, exhausted, despite his inability to shut down. Bare feet softly padding along, as he reached his armoire, Cullen reached for his armor, donning the heavy set piece by piece.

He needed to wear the full suit, at any time he was awake and functioning. He needed to be ready. Corypheus had taken Haven from them, he would not take Skyhold. Once he was ready, he made his way to the ladder and descended into his office. From there, he would open one of the doors and step out onto the battlements, inhaling as the cold mountain air bit at his face and filled his lungs. Comforting, as his mind spun with thoughts that were much less so.

“For all of the light that I shut out For all of the innocent things that I doubt For all of the bruises I've caused and the tears For all of the things that I've done all these years...

I’ll be good.“

(Inspired by Jaymes Young’s “I’ll be good”)

[justanotherrpmeme]

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[templarcommanderofhonnleath]

Ayy!!! Been a while huh? I could come up with a reason why I was gone, cause honestly? A lot happened with me in the last,,,who even knows lol. But, none of that’s why I just vanished. Truth is? Just sorta didn’t feel like logging on for the longest time. But, I deciced to come back and try this whole Tumblr thing again. So...anyone still around? Down to rp maybe? 

[naughtyandnicerpmemes]

Reblog if I’m allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

[templarcommanderofhonnleath]

MY COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN?? YOU’RE WELCOME TO LOOK UPON MY ART???

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❣️                             VALENTINES   INTERACTIONS !

send  one  of  these  in  to  see  my  muse’s  reaction (  add “ +reverse”  for  my  muse  to  do  the  action  to  yours ) !

[ be my valentine ]  to ask my muse to be your muse’s valentine.

[ ring in a box ]  to propose to my muse.

[ box of chocolates ]  to give my muse a box of chocolates.

[ romantic song ]  to serenade my muse with a romantic song.

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[ lingerie ]  to gift my muse sexy lingerie.

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[ rom com ]  to have a rom com movie marathon with my muse.

[ jealousy ]  to get jealous that my muse has a different valentine.

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[templarcommanderofhonnleath]

Lyrium Fluid

Drinking Lyrium like a Templar or having Lyrium tattoos like Fenris means that your cum is blue and it glows in the dark. Mages (or Templars) who suck a Templar(Or Fenris)’s dick get some extra magic juice as a treat.

In this essay I will--

[templarcommanderofhonnleath]

Oh, look at that. Apparently Skyrim does a quality job in summarizing DA:II

[altusmage]

templarcommanderofhonnleath​:

Cullen was equally as quiet throughout the ride to Redcliffe, knowing that nothing he could say would add to or ease the situation. So, he just left the mage alone with his thoughts, occasionally looking back over his shoulder with concern. When they arrived outside the tavern, Cullen dismounted the Hart, a most unusual steed though it was what the Inquisitor usually kept around the stables. He tied the animal up to a post, in the event it might try and slink away without its usual rider around.

Then, it was into the tavern they went, the eerie silence and emptiness immediately putting the Commander on edge. His hand drew quickly to the hit of his sword when the sudden voice greeted them, though he did not pull it out yet. Things had only just begun after all. Quickly Cullen looked between the new figure and Dorian, before his amber eyes finally settled on the elder mage in the room.

“This man is your Father, Dorian?“ He asked, not breaking his gaze. He had expected a retainer or something much less personal. “Would…you like me to step outside, or remain here?“

               ❝ no. you stay.❞ shooting the commander a sharp glance as he spoke the altus responded, a firm snapping of words as all but ordered the man. dorian refused to be alone with his father; the father who lied to him, who betrayed him, who destroyed any trust that he had for the man — how dare he show his face here, after all he had done? the altus was seething as he turned his gaze back to the magister, a barely-controlled anger gnawing away just under the surface. 

               ❝ what are you doing here father? it certainly can’t be out of the goodness of your heart, can it? this isn’t a social call, so what is it? why the trickery and deceit? what’s your plan? are you going to knock me on the head and drag me back to tevinter? maker knows why! you’ve made it perfectly clear that I’m not wanted.❞

the ranting and raving of his son seemed to have little impact on the magister. still, stoic and standing tall, his sharp eyes glanced between dorian and the ex-templar that accompanied him. all that was given in response was a heavy sigh, an exasperated look, as if he were dealing with a irate child. 

                                                                                                                ❝ dorian, this display, this anger is unnecessary. if you’ll just listen—❞ 

              ❝ oh, I think it’s perfectly necessary. ❞ the altus barked, cutting off the older man’s words. ❝…after what you did. ❞ jaw clenched, dorian near faltered slightly in his words as he stared his father down — intense grey hues searching his face for something, anything, the slightest hint of regret, of an apology, at the very least?

[templarcommanderofhonnleath]

Seeing the anger that was boiling away under the younger Pavus’ surface, the Commander grew worried. He knew white hot anger like that all too well, it was the kind of anger that could grow and twist until you couldn’t even recognize yourself in it. He stepped closer to Dorian and clasped a hand on his shoulder. Firm, but gentle all the same. “Dorian.” He said, softly. “...You don’t have to be here. We can just go, if you like. But..that wouldn’t be a satisfactory answer, would it? You came here to see what was going on, didn’t you?”

Finally Cullen’s amber eyes broke away from the magister to look towards Dorian, his grip on the man’s shoulder relaxing, his hand trailing down the arm to grip the mage’s hand in his own, intertwining their fingers together. A reminder that he wasn’t alone in confronting the past he ran from. “The door is right behind us, you can walk away whenever you like. But, if you want to face this, do it now while you can, all right? You have our support. My support.”

[templarcommanderofhonnleath]

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.” - Ash :3c

“Of course, inquisitor.“ The commander breathed a soft sigh as he wrapped his arm around the young woman’s midsection. Although it was embarrassing, being softer and more vulnerable like this, it was nice too. They were just two souls who had been through so much and were just so...tired. Granted he never had the stress of the world on his shoulders, as she did, but he wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity for a moment’s peace.

[ruadrisresources]

Physical Contact Starters

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

“You broke my nose!”

[oneeyedsharpshooter]

Reblog if it's alright for your muse to be given Christmas presents by other people's muses

[altusmage]

templarcommanderofhonnleath​:

Cullen sat quietly and listened as Dorian struggled to get his words out. He remembered what that was like, he didn’t want to talk about Kirkwall or Kinloch for the longest time. Sometimes, he still had trouble, though it was easier now, thanks to the help of people like Leliana and Cassandra. 

Turning his thoughts back to Dorian, he recognized the deflection tactic, and decided not to press the issue. After all, if the mage wished to open up further, then he would do so given time. But perhaps he would find honesty easier if Cullen volunteered struggles of his own? Sometimes it helped to be reminded that anyone could struggle no matter their lot in life or their outward appearance.

“I…believe I understand. In a sense. Not necessarily with family struggles but revisiting old problems and becoming stuck in an unpleasant memory.“ He said with a soft sigh. “Do you…know what happened in Kirkwall? Or in the Ferelden Circle Tower? Would news of those events make it to Tevinter?“

dorian was well aware that the answer he gave was a weak one. thankfully, cullen didn’t seem to press the matter too much further — dorian appreciated that. being pressured into sharing what had happened between him and his family was a sure-fire way to ensure that he never opened up about it. taking another sip of tea, grey hues glanced over to the commander as he spoke of understanding. 

the altus supposed that, in a way, most of the inquisition would find something in all that to relate to. everyone had a history, and no doubt had their own problems that they were running from, that they had to deal with. one thing that dorian had learned in his life was that people were complicated. 

          ❝ I know some of what happened in kirkwall, the issue with the qunari and the nasty business with the chantry. the details have escaped me, other than those in varric’s stories when he fancies reciting them. ❞

[templarcommanderofhonnleath]

“I was there when all that happened in Kirkwall.“ Cullen said, with a heavy sigh. “Admittedly I probably contributed to the trouble, I was...not myself during those years. But, the real problem was knight-commander Meredith. She was always harsh and strict in the way that she ran the Circle, but it only got worse when she had her sword enchanted with a shard of red lyrium. It made her grow increasingly paranoid, she started seeing blood magic and demons where there were none. Of course this only spurred the mages into practicing such magic out of desperation, which made her more paranoid. And...well, you see where it’s going.“

The commander watched Dorian closely as if to gauge his reaction to the story, before he continued. “I’m not proud of the part I played in it all. I believed in Meredith for a long time, longer than I ever should have, and I hurt or even killed many mages. Some or many of which likely didn’t deserve such cruelty.” 

Though he had a somewhat distant and sad look on his face, Cullen shook his head as if to try and shake away the thoughts. “I think about those actions quite often, but I can’t change them now, That’s why I jumped at the chance to join this Inquisition and leave the order behind. I wanted to find the original purpose I lost all those years ago. I wanted to help people. That was why I joined the Templars in the first place. ”

[sworntoprotect]

templarcommanderofhonnleath​:

At his past’s declaration, understandable disbelief twisted with anger and suffering, the Commander remained stoic and still. He did not draw his blade, not did he approach. If the other wished to make this a fight he would have to be its only participant. Truthfully, the elder wondered if he would have had it in him to fight back then. 

When he finally spoke, he did so with a calm demeanor, his level gaze into his own eyes never wavering. “I am no demon. Though I fear you may become one, and you will regret it.” A sigh escaped his lips, one that reflected just how tired the commander was, the weight of his guilt and past actions heavy on his shoulders. 

“This may not be enough to convince you but-” He reached into the pocket of his cloak, then held up something familiar. A small silver coin. 

“You have one too, don’t you? The templars don’t like us to have such sentimental things but you’ve kept it anyway. Branson gave this to us- to you-” He flipped the coin up and then caught it in his palm, still looking at the man across from him. ”The day before you left for your training. It was just whatever change he had in his pockets, but he told you it was for luck. You chose to believe that.”

How composed this older templar was… so level-headed… He knew so much, and it brought the younger to shame. Cullen knew in some ways how irrational he was being. Maker, he couldn’t even get ahold on how he felt by the second outside of the exhaustion and the anger and the hunger. But how could they escape such insurmountable odds? How could the elder be so calm? Here they were, holed up in the senior enchanter’s office while all sorts of damnable actions were occurring just above their heads. 

Didn’t he want to do something about it?

The younger Cullen’s heart caught in his throat when Branson’s coin was brought up. Dazed, he felt his hand reach for the hidden coin under the skirts of his heavy armour. Demons knew quite a bit about a person – but not everything. There were some details they could never get right.

“You are me,” he whispered through cracked lips and cracked voice, eyes welling despite himself. In front of himself, as it were. If he wasn’t already leaning against the office desk, his knees might’ve buckled completely right then and there. “How…? How are you here? And why and…? How are we going to leave?”

[templarcommanderofhonnleath]

Ah, finally, it seemed. His younger self was finally seeing some sense. Good to know he hadn’t been a completely lost case back then. “Now that’s a good question. One that would take more time than we have available to explain.” He said, slipping the quarter back in its usual resting place, while he began rummaging in his cloak for something else. “Suffice it to say, a friend of ours-mine at least, you won’t meet him for a long while yet-was doing some experimenting and something went wrong. A portal tore itself open, I was pulled through and so now I find myself back here. After ten long years.“

Finally it seemed the Commander had found whatever he was searching for. A small pack of wrapped cookies, a gift from Josephine after she sent messenger after messenger prodding him for information about his birthday. It had already passed, he insisted, he didn’t need anything. But now, he was unexpectedly glad for her insistence. “Here.” He approached the other Rutherford, holding out the package. “Not much But it should suffice for now.” 

He sighed. “I don’t know how much I should do here. I could just make my way up to the top of the tower, try to stop Uldred. But that is not how things played out the first time. The first time it was the Warden who stopped him and rescued the mages. That elven lass, Surana.”

[altusmage]

templarcommanderofhonnleath​:

Cullen nodded, seeming relived, this went rather well for the most part. He had expected Dorian to be much angrier, or at least to show that anger more outwardly, when the letter was delivered. Then again… being a Templar, especially one who used to work in Kirkwall of all places meant that he was quite used to mages reacting negatively to him.

He nodded quietly, approaching the necromancer and placing a hand on his shoulder. A small smile flashed across his face in hopes of easing some tension. “Then, shall we get going towards Redcliffe?” He asked. Surely the sooner this matter was dealt with the better? Although… “Or…if you’re uneasy I can go ahead of you and check the area to ensure it’s not some kind of trap?”

with a sharp nod, the altus folded the letter up once more, stuffing it into one of his many pockets. there were a number of things that had to be done, supplies to be gathered for the journey. 

               ❝ I shall meet you by the stables in half an hour. you should inform the inquisitor, at least? considering how I’ll be taking you away from your duties. ❞ dorian suggested. he was already moving, purposely striding towards his rooms to pack what he needed. 

                                                           ——————-

the journey to redcliffe itself was uneventful, for the most part. the most unsettling aspect was, perhaps, how unusually quiet the necromancer had been. for most of the journey, he’d been stewing over the decision to go; nerves and anticipation and anger eating away at his mind. but, standing outside the tavern now, it was too late to turn back. pushing the door open, the altus stepped inside. it was… unnaturally quiet, barren. grey hues quickly darted around for any sign of patrons. 

              ❝ this… doesn’t bode well.❞ he hummed, a slight frown tugging at the corners of his lips. perhaps it had been a ploy? a trick? the altus half expected an ambush — it was certainly set up like one — but the reality was, in his opinion, much worse. 

                                                                                                                 ❝ dorian.❞

the sound of his name, uttered by an all-too-familiar voice, had the necromancer frozen on the spot, heart sinking to the pit of his stomach, as the figure of halward pavus stepped out of the shadows towards them. dorian all but hissed in response.

               ❝ father. ❞

[templarcommanderofhonnleath]

Cullen was equally as quiet throughout the ride to Redcliffe, knowing that nothing he could say would add to or ease the situation. So, he just left the mage alone with his thoughts, occasionally looking back over his shoulder with concern. When they arrived outside the tavern, Cullen dismounted the Hart, a most unusual steed though it was what the Inquisitor usually kept around the stables. He tied the animal up to a post, in the event it might try and slink away without its usual rider around.

Then, it was into the tavern they went, the eerie silence and emptiness immediately putting the Commander on edge. His hand drew quickly to the hit of his sword when the sudden voice greeted them, though he did not pull it out yet. Things had only just begun after all. Quickly Cullen looked between the new figure and Dorian, before his amber eyes finally settled on the elder mage in the room.

“This man is your Father, Dorian?“ He asked, not breaking his gaze. He had expected a retainer or something much less personal. “Would...you like me to step outside, or remain here?“

[altusmage]

templarcommanderofhonnleath​:

Cullen nodded quietly mixing in a small amount of both into the cup, before handing it off to the mage. Surprisingly, he added quite a bit to his own as well, perhaps he liked sweet things more than one might think by looking at him? Regardless, he carefully picked up his own cup and sipped it, eying Dorian curiously.

“So.“ He said, walking over to his chair and taking a seat, warm amber eyes staring at Dorian from across his cluttered desk. He seemed a bit curious, though unwilling to push the subject too far. “Did you want to talk with me about what it is that’s got you up so late tonight?“

Carefully setting his teacup down he folded his hands patiently, the barest hint of a smile on the Altus, as he waited.

the altus gladly took the tea with a small murmur of thanks, bringing the cup to his lips and taking a sip — a welcome warmth on this rather chilly evening. grey hues watched as cullen heaped a fair bit of honey into his own tea as well, raising a dark brow in amusement. he watched, still, as the commander moved around to sit at the desk. 

for lack of a better place to settle, dorian followed him — perching casually on the edge of the desktop, careful not to disrupt too much of the clutter and important papers that littered the surface, neatly crossing his legs at the knees. 

          ❝ it’s… complicated.❞ the necromancer hummed, offering the ex-templar a small, almost melancholy smile in return. there seemed to be an internal struggle going on within the mage, whether or not he wanted to talk about it. this was not exactly where the altus had expected the evening to take him — a proposed late-night therapy session with the commander of the inquisition’s forces? no, dorian didn’t talk about things like this, preferring instead to wear that armour of flashy charisma that he was so known for. there was a strangely comfortable silence as he considered, eventually offering cullen a slight shrug as he takes another sip of tea. 

         ❝ bad memories resurfaced, old wounds re-opened. family drama. it’s not exactly pleasant to dwell on.❞ and yet, he had been dwelling alone, stewing internally for most of the evening. 

         ❝ I could ask you the same? ❞ dorian countered, attempting to deflect the conversation away from his personal troubles. 

[templarcommanderofhonnleath]

Cullen sat quietly and listened as Dorian struggled to get his words out. He remembered what that was like, he didn’t want to talk about Kirkwall or Kinloch for the longest time. Sometimes, he still had trouble, though it was easier now, thanks to the help of people like Leliana and Cassandra. 

Turning his thoughts back to Dorian, he recognized the deflection tactic, and decided not to press the issue. After all, if the mage wished to open up further, then he would do so given time. But perhaps he would find honesty easier if Cullen volunteered struggles of his own? Sometimes it helped to be reminded that anyone could struggle no matter their lot in life or their outward appearance.

“I...believe I understand. In a sense. Not necessarily with family struggles but revisiting old problems and becoming stuck in an unpleasant memory.“ He said with a soft sigh. “Do you...know what happened in Kirkwall? Or in the Ferelden Circle Tower? Would news of those events make it to Tevinter?“