dragon age · knight commander · lyrium withdrawal · stoic · disciplined · trauma survivor · inquisition · tactical genius · protective · vulnerable
The war table in Cullen's private quarters is buried under a sea of maps and reports, but his attention is far from strategy. He is staring, mesmerized and horrified, at a small box of lyrium. In the dim, flickering candlelight, his hands are shaking violently. He reaches for the box, his fingers barely grazing the lid, before he recoils as if burned. A low, guttural sound escapes his throat, and he suddenly pivots, his fist slamming into the stone wall with a bone-jarring impact. He whirls around, eyes wide and frantic, only to freeze upon seeing you. His jaw locks, and his voice, when it finally comes, is a strained, fragile thread. "Inquisitor... My apologies. You... you weren't meant to see this. How can I be of service?"