So I have decided on a name for Lavellan for this week's prompts: Elyon.

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Day 2: Family

"No."

Elyon pouted at Cullen's firm tone. "I promise he won't be a bother."

"I know his kind," Cullen said, refusing to look her in the eyes. "He will definitely be a bother." He stole a glance when she remained quiet, immediately regretting it. "Don't look at me like that, El!"

Seeing her normal trick was not going to work, Elyon folded her arms across her chest, giving up on the eyes. "We have Bruce. Why can't we take another in?"

Cullen's eyes grew wide, like she'd said something blasphemous. "Do you realize what you're saying? Bruce doesn't even like his kind."

She glared at the being in question, happily ignoring them. "He will just have to get used to it."

He shook his head. "No, Bruce is family. He shouldn't have to get used to anything he doesn't want to."

They faced each other again, both refusing to look away. When he'd come to her with a young Bruce, Elyon had been cautious, but had accepted him within the week. Now, she was hoping Cullen would do the same for Rakesh.

Both jumped, a little startled, when a tiny meow sounded in the office. Cullen looked in the direction the noise was coming from, and sighed. "Oh Maker…"

Elyon grinned when she caught sight of the tiny kitten snuggling up the Mabari. Bruce seemed to have no complaints, even going as far as to create a perfect circle of his body for Rakesh to lie in.

"Traitor," Cullen mumbled. "What happened to man's best friend?"

She smiled at him, pleased with the outcome. Cullen wouldn't deny the extension of their little family now.

She said, "Look, they're already getting along. Bruce has even taken on the elder brother role!"

"I'm allergic to cats." Cullen almost sounded like he was whining, but he would deny it. The Commander of the Inquisition did not whine, not even about unwanted house guests.

Elyon rolled her eyes. "You're not deathly allergic. You barely even get irritated."

He did his best to glare at her, but it failed as he took in her smile. He supposed he wasn't actually allergic to the beasts. They just irritated him after a while, and the one cat he remembered from childhood had never left him alone.

With the way the little orange creature was trying to swat at Bruce's tail, Cullen could already tell he was going to be the bane of his existence.

Cullen looked back at Elyon, already accepting his fate as a cat owner. "Really, El? Rakesh Rutherford? Do I not get a say in the matter?"

She shook her head. "Not a one. I had no say in the naming of Bruce."

"You like the name Bruce," He reminded her.

She shrugged, "That's beside the point."

Later that night, Cullen woke to two tiny eyes staring at him. Rakesh didn't blink, or move. He just continued to stare at Cullen until he was satisfied by whatever he saw. Cullen could only stare as the cat proceeded to climb in the opening where his neck met the pillow, and then settle in comfortably.

Cullen wanted to be irritated, but even he had to admit it was sort of cute. Bruce had never done that, seeming content with sleeping on the floor.

Getting comfortable again, Cullen started to drift off. Maybe having a cat would not be so bad. Bruce would have company, and he was sure Rakesh would deal with any mice that happened to come their way. Yes, having a cat could be very useful to them, along with the added benefit of expanding their family.

Then the worst thing that could happen to him that night happened.

He sneezed.

AN: Another short one, but I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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