AN: I have just finished Dragon Age: Inquisition and I am bereft, scooped out and hollow. So I will fill the hole that it left in me with DRAGON AGE FANFICTION! Also, someone really needs to mass-produce Cullens and send me one. Please. I would walk him every day and feed him well and cuddle him!
I don't know where this series of drabbles will go, so enjoy the ride while it lasts :)
Disclaimer:
I own nothing you recognise. This is all completely un-beta'd and totally fresh off the top of my brain!
Cullen has never, not in all his long years, seen anyone fight as brutally or as efficiently as the Inquisitor and her forward team.
She hurls herself into the fray, bouncing from target to target heedless of her own body. Despite this, they know exactly where each other is at all times. Cassandra takes the bulk of the fray. Blackwall stands beside her, massive two-handed axe thunking through demons like they were made of milk. Dorian hangs back, body weak and unprotected but mind strong, freezing the spirits in their tracks for Blackwall to shatter.
She picks them off, one by one, slamming into them with her daggers. "HUP!" she yells and Cassandra ducks in time to miss the barb-tipped chain she throws. Brains splatter out the back as the tip embeds itself into a demon's head. She uses her forward momentum to jump in, over Cassandra's head to rebound off the corpse, simultaneously pulling her chain free again. She whistles back into action, darting around Blackwall to land a pointed uppercut through the rage demon's chin. The tip of her dagger spurts out the back of its head. She wrenches it free before it falls, and she continues, spinning into motion to intercept a runner going for Dorian.
He is impressed.
Quietly, very quietly, in the privacy of his own quarters when all else have gone to bed, he admits he was also a little turned on. But that is a very quiet, personal admittance.
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