I love Dragon Age Inquisition; the only thing the game lacks is more Cullen... aaaannd Cullen/Dorian bromance moments, aaaand Scout Harding (she's just so darn cute!) Here's my attempt to rectify that.

One thing, I'm Norwegian; so B(io)ware of a few grammatical errors here and there.

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Disclaimer: I do not own the Dragon Age franchise

PART 1

Sera and Evelyn sat on the roof outside Sera's window. It was late in the evening – or rather early in the morning if one had gone to bed at a decent time.

The elf and the leader of the inquisition had ended up in a drinking contest with Varric and Iron Bull earlier that day. Lady Trevelyan had surprised them all – even herself – by outdrinking a qunari twice her size. Varric promised to tell the tale if he made it to the morning, which he very well might not seeing as he fell asleep on the tavern floor spooning the Bull.

The women laughed loudly as they relived the story while enjoying a nightcap. It was a cool morning and the sun was slowly rising in the distance. Evelyn was glad she had a few days off before they had to depart for the ball in Halamshiral. It had been a long time since she had attended any fancy gatherings – not since her parents shipped her off to the Ostwick Circle of Magi.

Not that she could blame them for abiding to the law – nor did she want to.

Unlike other mages, she had enjoyed her time in the Circle. The very place where other mages had felt like confined prisoners, had felt like a sanctuary in her case. Had she not possessed magical abilities, she would have been long married to a man, she undoubtedly wouldn't have chosen for herself. Now she was free to choose whom to love, and she had someone in sight.

As if the Maker himself had read her mind, she felt a nudge in her side, "Ev look! Isn't that your Cully-Wully!" the elf half-screamed in excitement as she pointed at a figure walking across the bridge from the Commander's quarters to Skyhold's main building.

Evelyn squinted her eyes to see better, the alcohol heavily affected her vision. "I'm not sure, who's he walking with?" she said in an annoyed tone.

"No-one, he's by himself! You're really drunk ain't you?" the elf teased.

There was no point in denying it, "of course I am!" Evelyn said as she took another sip of her nightcap. She scoffed, as if anyone could be sober after winning a drinking contest. "I wonder what he's doing so early in the morning."

"Maybe he's looking to pork you, you're like a thing right?"

The nightcap went straight out her mouth when she heard the word "pork". She snorted as she laughed, and shook the beverage off her hand. Evelyn watched as Cullen entered the keep. She shook her head and leaned back to rest on the wall. "I'm… not sure, what we are…"

It was true; she had no clue on the status of their relationship. He had caught her attention early on, she had even asked if he'd taken the Templar vows at Haven – which he had not – but she was too shy to take matters further. She had only had one other crush in her life, a Templar she had known in the Ostwick Circle. 'What's with these good-looking Templars?"

Sera jolted her back to reality, "hey, you awake?" the elf shook her in the arm. Without even noticing, Evelyn had closed her eyes and fallen asleep for a moment.

"Yeah I'm fine," she rubbed her eyes. "I think it's time for me to retire to my quarters."

"You want me to follow you back?" Sera offered.

"Nah, I'm sure I'll make it on my own,"

Sera grabbed her arm, "look! He's coming back!"

"I really think it's time to sleep," Evelyn said as she rubbed her eyes again, "there's four of him now..."

"Maybe you're right about that sleeping, 'cuz that's two to many." Sera grinned, "but really, he's walking with someone."

"Can you see who it is?"

Sera squinted her eyes, "I would usually. But I'm too drunk to see clearly. Cullen is easy to spot because of his pauldron, but the other one's too hard to tell." She turned to Evelyn, "I've got an idea though," she said as she grinned. She let herself slip to the end of the roof.

"Be careful now Sera. Your bow will be pretty lonely if you break your arm."

"Yeah, yeah mum, I'll be careful."

Surely enoug; the elf fell down from the roof as soon as she said she would be fine.

Evelyn could hear a loud 'thump' followed by an "auch". She carefully slid down to see if her friend was all right. To her amusement, Sera had broken her fall by landing on top of Scout Harding.

The dwarf rubbed her head while the elf laughed frantically next to her.

The Inquisitor had a hard time keeping her features in check. "How fare thee this morning, Scout Harding?" she procured courteously.

"It was a splendid morning until it started raining elves."

"Awful weather these days. Skies filled with dragons, deamons and elves, what will be next? Well at any rate, while you're here; could you do me a favor?"

"It depends; does the favor involve bashings to the head? Because I think I've had my daily fill off that by now."

"Oh it's nothing of the sorts. I was just wondering if you could be a dear and scout who's walking out the gate with Commander Cullen?"

Harding didn't even bother to glance, "there's no need for that Inquisitor. He's lurking about with Dorian, they meet quite often during this time of the day"

Sera snickered on the ground, "maybe I was wrong. Maybe the Commander was looking to pork Dorian instead!"

Evelyn felt a stab in her gut. That couldn't be right could it? She wasn't exactly experienced in the field of love, but she would surely have noticed if the commander… swung in another direction? She shook her head in disbelief, "do you know what they do together?"

"I'm not sure," Harding gave her a sly smile, "but I've been dying to find out for myself."

The three ladies followed the Commander and the mage out the gate, across the bridge and to a little cabin close to the entrance. Evelyn had never noticed the small structure before, even though she frequently ventured past it. But then again, even Scout Harding had neglected to notice it until now.

They crouched under a window. Evelyn's stomach turned when she heard manly grunts from within. It weakened her resolve. "Take a peek Sera," she pleaded.

"No way, like I would want to see two men porking each other! You do it Harding!" she nudged the dwarf next to her.

"Okay," Harding said and promptly shot up. She started to blush when she realized she seemed a little too eager see what was going on. "I mean, I'll take a look… it's not like I'm interested…" she cut herself off as she clutched the windowsills and let out an annoyed sigh.

"What is it? What do you see?" Sera demanded

"They're dancing…" she said in a defeated tone.

"Don't sound so disappointed when you say that!" Evelyn popped up next to her to get a look for herself. True enough, the Commander of the Inquisition was dancing with Dorian Pavus. "Looks like Dorian's teaching Cullen to dance."

"I'm not disappointed that they're not naked." Harding promptly replied !It's just… I'm a great dancer, Cullen should have asked me for help."

"He's not very good at it is he?" Sera chimed in as she popped up next to Evelyn.

"It's a hard dance to master," Evelyn contemplated. She knew the waltz Dorian was teaching Cullen, it was the very last one she'd mastered before her magical abilities had shown at age eleven. She'd never gotten to preform it before she was shipped off to the Circle.

"It's not that Cullen's bad at it," Harding added. "But Dorian is leading the waltz, it will be extremely hard for the Commander to do it properly at Halamshiral if he doesn't get to practice with a woman.

"So he's doin' the lady parts?"

"Pretty much," Harding responded.

"You know the dance Ev?"

"Yeah, but it's been a long time since I did it, it'll take some practice."

"Then you should go and help him, he'll look like a buffoon. He's good lookin' and all, don't get me wrong; but he'll be the laughing stock of the party at this rate."

"And how do you suggest I go about with this, should I just burst in and offer my help?"

"No, then they'll know we followed them! Think of a natural excuse, like you're out for a piss or something, then you noticed them entering the cabin or whatever."

"How's me taking a piss in the mountains a natural excuse?"

"I dunno, say you're into nature and shite."

Evelyn shook her head before she snuck to the side and stood up next to the window. She stretched her arms and legs.

"What're you doin'?"

Evelyn sighed. "You're right though; someone's got to teach the Commander how to dance properly. If a leader of the Inquisition can't lead properly, it would reflect poorly on me… the leader." She shook her head, "wow… how many times did I use the word 'leader' there?"

"About a million."

"I'm still pretty drunk."

It didn't matter though, if anything, the alcohol made her braver.

She had tried modest in temper; it was time to go bold in deed.

"What will you say?"

"I'll wing it."