Chapter One: Cullen

The war council had an unspoken, yet highly restricted access list at any given time due to the importance of what went on within. The only members allowed in council with no invitation were the Inquisitor, Cullen, Josephine and Leliana. This of course meant that the remaining members of the Inner Circle had to be briefed on decisions and the resultant actions of the Inquisition. As a result, every time the war council met and a major decision was made, a meeting was called between the Inner Circle and other specific members of the Inquisition who were required. This meeting was called in the Great Hall, resulting in its closure throughout the meeting. Chairs were pulled from the tables and placed in semicircles surrounding the Inquisitor's throne. Whoever had the floor at the time stood in front of the throne and then swapped places in the chairs with their replacement.

Recently the Inquisitor and the Inner Circle had remained within Skyhold due to the sheer amount of paperwork the Inquisitor had been given. Diplomatic and trading scaffolds, weapon schematics, requests for supplies from everyone and spying missions were all sent to the Inquisitor for approval, rejection and response. The Inquisitor however, was not the sort to enjoy staying cooped up in the same place for very long, and was keen to leave Skyhold for some other journey or quest. The only problem was the paperwork. At the beginning of every week all of the previous week's reports, requests and letters were sent to his desk. While delegation was always an option, more often than not the Inquisitor would singlehandedly spend two or three days and nights straight finishing these up so he could spend the remainder of his week out of Skyhold. This also meant that during this period of time he was often very, very tired.

A war council had been completed, and the Inner Circle and a few others were meeting in the Great Hall. Leliana was finishing the meeting with scout reports and more than a few participants of the meeting were ready to get out of their seats and leave, Commander Cullen being one of those. He had a new training regime to design for the Templars and Grey Wardens, and had been planning it throughout the entire meeting. He had been so deep in his thoughts he barely noticed when a light pressure suddenly fell on his shoulder. Cullen turned his head in a barely concealed jerk of surprise at the touch, hand twitching automatically to his weapon. His eyes widened in astonishment when he noticed the Inquisitor's head was the pressure on his shoulder. The Inquisitor was twisted awkwardly to the side, his body lax and his arms hanging limply to his sides. His neck bent uncomfortably as his head rested on Cullen's shoulder adornments. Cullen froze slightly, unwilling to move in case he woke the Inquisitor up, or sent him crashing to the ground. Cullen heard a loud scoff from in front of him and carefully lifted his head up. Everyone in the room had turned in their seats to stare at him. Most if not all had grins or smiles on their faces as they watched the extremely awkward Cullen.

"What?" He questioned in a harsh whisper. More laughter greeted his question. His body tensed slightly in annoyance, causing the Inquisitor the slip forward slightly, his head falling from Cullen's shoulder. Cullen jerked, arms reached out to prevent the Inquisitor from falling to the floor. The Inquisitor was now barely sitting in his chair, his body held tightly to Cullen's chest and his face buried in Cullen's neck. Cullen flushed at the new and much more awkward position, especially when Dorian actually fell off his chair from laughing too hard. The others began to climb to their feet, dragging their chairs back to the tables they originated from, the meeting finally over. Cullen glanced around, trying to find someone to help him with the Inquisitor.

"Cassandra?" He asked, eyes pleading. Cassandra shook her head with a small smile.

"I've got… something… to do." She responded with a small laugh, the lie falling haltingly past her lips.

"Varric?" He asked the dwarf as he walked past, voice becoming desperate. The dwarf shrugged.

"He's just finished the paperwork run right?" Varric asked. "Just let him sleep on you for a bit. Won't hurt either of you." He finished, leaving Cullen and the Inquisitor alone. Cullen heard the Hall's doors closing behind him with a strange sense of finality. He sighed.

"You couldn't have fallen asleep on someone else?" He murmured grouchily, settling himself into a more comfortable position.

"Cassandra and Varric are going to pay so very dearly for this one."


So this is the new series. Which gave me an idea for ANOTHER new series. God I hate my imagination sometimes. It just won't let me rest. Anyway, tell me what you think :). This one felt strange to write for some reason. I'm not sure why, but whatever. This Inquisitor is the same as the one in DMTTYO, Male human Rogue with cerulean eyes and dark brown short hair and all that. Anyways. Hope you guys enjoyed it.