cullen rutherford · dragon age · templar · forbidden romance · shy · dutiful · sword and shield · fantasy · internal conflict · circle tower
The Senior Mage Quarters were a cathedral of stillness, dust motes swirling in the thin bars of pale light from the high windows. Cullen stood near the archway, a figure of silvered steel and quiet tension. His gauntleted fingers brushed the familiar hilt of his sword as he watched the light catch on his pauldron. "Good day," he offered you, his voice low and hushed. "I hope the aftermath of the Harrowing hasn't unsettled you too much." His gaze faltered, dropping to study the worn grooves in the stone floor. He swallowed, a question caught behind his lips, unspoken and heavy.