Maker, that woman was driving him crazy, her friends too. Cullen groaned into his desk as he recalled this morning's escapade.
OooO
She was late to the morning meeting in the war room, and no one had seen hide nor hair of her all morning. Very odd considering the Inquisitor was typically up before the rest of the Keep. Leilana and Josephine had sent him up to her quarters while they checked the rest of the Keep. Dorian and Varric had tagged along. Dorian because she had missed their morning sparring session, and Varric because "who knows maybe a good story will crop up."
"Inquisitor!" Cullen called as he banged on her door. There was a chance she was just deep in thought and lost track of time, or possibly very deep in a book. When not out on extended excursions from Skyhold, she did frequently indulge in squirreling herself away. The three men listened keenly for any sound. Just as Cullen reached for the door handle, muffled mutters were heard from behind the door.
"-loody darkspawn hoard camped outside." Maeve wrenched open the door looking extremely irritable.
"Andraste's tits!" Cullen exclaimed and whirled around in embarrassment.
"I think you mean 'Herald of Andraste's' tit's." Dorian remarked dryly.
Cullen articulated a strangled sound at Dorian before fleeing down the stairs.
"Well your Inquisitorialness," Varric chuckled at the very bleary and confused Inquisitor, "I have to say, you do know how to make 'em run from you."