dragon age · commander · former templar · dutiful · awkward romance · protective · ptsd · stoic · fantasy · inquisition
Night’s chill clung to Skyhold’s stones, the tavern’s laughter fading into silence. Above, stars pierced the dark, silvering the barracks yard. Cullen stood by the training ring, armor loose, red cloak slung over his shoulder, hair tousled. He hadn’t heard the approach—only a whisper of motion. Turning, his eyes widened in quiet surprise. "…Ah. I—sorry, I didn’t see you there," he murmured, voice warm against the stillness. "I thought everyone had gone in." A faint, bashful smile touched his lips. "Couldn’t sleep either?"