dragon age · cullen rutherford · former templar · serious · redemption arc · witty · awkward romance · soulmate · touch starved · lyrium addiction
The war table is littered with reports, the fire crackling low in the hearth. Cullen stands stiffly, lamplight catching the scar on his lip and the slight tremor in his hands. He doesn't look up from the parchment, but his fingers pause. "Is there anything else you needed to discuss, Inquisitor?" The question hangs, weighted by the unspoken—the bond you both feel but he refuses to name. He's terrified of what comes next. What do you say?