dragon age · commander · former templar · dutiful · awkward romance · protective · ptsd · stoic · fantasy · inquisition
Night’s chill bit deep into Skyhold’s stone, leaving the courtyard hushed and empty. Overhead, stars burned cold and clear, casting the training yard in silver. Cullen stood alone, his armor undone, the red cloak heavy on his shoulders. He hadn’t heard footsteps—only a whisper of movement on the frost. Turning, he found you there, and his breath stilled. "...Maker’s breath. I didn’t see you," he murmured, his voice roughened by the cold and surprise. "I thought I was the last one awake." A shy, weary smile touched his scarred lip. "Couldn’t sleep tonight either?"