Drabble (Cullen x inquisitor)

Dis: i don't own DA: I, bioware does
Setting: post-boss battle

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She was anxious. The final battle was over but there were so many questions left unanswered. So many problems still to fix. Bridges that needed to be built to fix the mess across Thedas. She was too scattered to sleep, and so she came here, up on the battlements to help clear her head.

The breeze was cold, biting harshly against her dark, rich skin, the springy coils of her hair dancing with the air that did its best to push her sighed, wisps of breath curling before dissipating into the darkness. A shuffle behind her had her looking over her shoulder and smiling at the man illuminated by the flaming torch up on the stone walls. She placed her hands over his as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back into his chest, dual sets of ochre eyes staring into the nothingness before them.

Her palms slid over his leather-covered hands, the eerie glow of her mark not bothering him in the slightest. She felt his warm breath against her neck and she closed her eyes, dark lashing settling against the apples of her cheeks.

"I was looking for you."

"Worried?" she asked, lips quirking as she turned in his embrace.

"A little." He looked down at her, a slight frown now on his face. "Are you not cold?"

She shook her head, hair swaying with the motion as she reached up with her hand to cup his jaw, making his eyes droop then close. She had that effect on him and she smiled.

"You stand out here with bare feet and a thin robe and you say you are not cold while I shiver with my heaviest cloak on."

"It helps clear my head."

"Right…" He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and this time it was her turn to close her eyes and sigh. "Will you humor me and return indoors soon so you don't catch your death?"

"Wouldn't that be something?" she asked, hugging him tighter, burrowing into his warmth now, the scent of cinnamon and polish welcoming. "The Inquisitor, Herald of Andraste, and Slayer of Dragons and Darkspawn… Done in by hypothermia."

Cullen, not amused at all by the jokings of her death, gave her a slight glare after drawing back slightly. She bit her bottom lip to fight her smile, pressing a kiss to the dimple in his chin: stubble a pleasurable scratch against her lips. Her Cullen, her lion, so touchy. She loved him though, and he loved her, and she didn't mind how protective he was of her, especially now when he did his best to draw his cloak around the both of them.

"Five minutes," she promised. "Just need more time to clear my head, and I'll be in. Meet you in our bed?"

"I'll be waiting," he said, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "Impatiently…"

"Naked?"

That earned a bark of laughter that reached his eyes and startled the nesting birds whom had been sleeping with the volume. He unclasped his cloak and she pursed her lips but said nothing as he wrapped it around her and secured it. It was to big, an weighed down on her already heavy shoulders, but it was comforting.

"Maker's breath how I love you," he said, rubbing a tear of joy from the corner of his eye.

"And I you…"

"Five minutes," he said, backing away towards the door.

She smiled as he left, and it only fell a little as the heavy door closed, signaling her solitude. She braced her hands up on the stone and stared out. She now felt the chill as wolves howled in the distance: barely heard above the now angry wind that threatened to push her down into the abyss below. She drew the cloak closer, toes curling into the stone as if it could offer them some warmth.

She stayed there with a minute to spare, before turning away from the darkness, and walking to the one warm and bright thing in her life. Her Cullen. Her Lion. Her strength. The one person in her life that shared her problems instead of adding more on.

END