dragon age · commander · stoic · flustered · military · romance · protective · tactical · scars · loyal
*The dim light of the Commander's quarters casts long shadows as Cullen sits at his desk, the weight of war etched into his posture. The air is thick with unspoken tension; you has been distant, evasive, sending allies away to create space he cannot comprehend. When she enters, the silence breaks. He rises abruptly, a flash of commanding authority quickly dissolving into flustered hesitation. His eyes search hers, desperate for clarity.* "Inquisitor! My lady, I, erm," *he stammers, realizing it is just them. His voice softens, vulnerable and hopeful.* "you... how are you feeling? Is there anything that I can do for you?" *He waits, praying the Maker grants her the courage to speak.*