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A/N: This is a silly thought while playing Dragon Age II, I was so happy to see that they had brought Cullen back that I couldn't resist writing a story involving him and a woman that looks so much like Mage Amell.


Cullen was a pious man. He was a Templar. That meant he was a man of honor, of religion, and a servant to the people. He had learned well from his time at the Circle Tower in Ferelden and what he learned was that mages could not be trusted. They were cursed creatures that were to be watched carefully by their Templar guard least they lose themselves to the thralls of demons and blood magic. Yes, he had witnessed this those years ago. The true nature of mages and the horrors they could release upon the world. It seemed almost far worse than the Blight that was ravaging the land outside the Tower.

With the events that had passed with Uldred, Cullen couldn't find him able to stay despite whatever Knight-Commander Greagoir or that First Enchanter Irving said. Even when she had attempted to comfort and console him he became enraged. He tried to plead to Greagoir that those Mages were tainted and needed to be all killed before it spread. Those things had taken so much from him. All that he cared for was taken from him during that excruciating instant. All his fellow templars were slaughtered before his eyes. And those demons tempted him, drove him to the brink of insanity.

No, his time in Ferelden was over. And now he was stationed here in Kirkwall under the command of Knight-Commander Meredith Stannard. She was a woman to fear, to respect, and to admire.

So Knight-Captain Cullen now keeps his days mostly spent within the Gallows, keeping ever vigilant against the mages.

"Excuse me?"

The voice is soft and gentle, catching Cullen's attention as he shifted towards the source. What he found causes his breath to hitch in his throat and his eyes to widen a moment. Was this a joke? A horrible nightmare? He blinked as in an attempt to clear the visage before him, but it remains.

This woman.

She looks like her.

From those soft raven locks that gently played against her supple alabaster skin. She had piercing blue eyes that could look into your very being, eyes that could easily haunt your dreams. And those lips! They were full and lush with a hint of blushing crimson.

Oh the Maker had a cruel sense of humor.

The longer Cullen stared at this woman he noticed her face shift curiously and her face tilted in mild confusion. That is when a copper haired woman appears beside her, adorned in armor belonging to those of the city guard.

"Knight-Captain Cullen?"

His eyes move from the haunting visage and towards the guard before regaining his senses. "Y-yes?" His voice seems to fail him in this moment and that stutter comes back to him.

Oh Maker, why now?

The woman smiles at this, a look of utter amusement on her face. And so they ask their questions and the old stuttering and nervous Cullen answers to the best of his ability. As they walk off, towards the herbalist in the small alcove Cullen watches, finding his eyes on those swaying hips. Maker preserve him, this Hawke was going to be the death of him!