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Amelia looked around the commander's room silently. She had vowed to herself silently that she would not touch anything of importance within his room. It was an invasion of privacy after all-however she could not stop the surge of curiosity she got when looking at the objects Within his quarters. Questions came to mind on what book he'd like to read, hobbies he had and what he was like before the Inquisition began.

He had her full attention no matter who else was around. Unfortunately she feared she was too obvious in her actions. She tried to treat Cullen as she did everyone else. Though when she first met him a thrill of fear had shot down her spine. She hadn't even needed to be anywhere near him to know he was a Templar. She could practically feel his mind tugging at her mana.

At first she had merely been nervous around him. She gave him more respect than the others initially. Mostly because she was used to listening to Templars. The time he had flinched away from her had caused her to jump back slightly in surprise. She instantly came to the conclusion that it was something she had done, had she shocked him? Burnt him? Had her magic hurt him without her intention?

When she got past that conclusion she moved on to thinking he perhaps merely didn't like her. Because she was a mage. Her touch was...insulting?

She tested the theory by merely talking to him. He was cautious of mages she had learned. But he didn't seem overly defensive around her. He was incredibly attractive-Amelia scolded herself for thinking such a thing given their current positions. She had caught herself more than a few times watching him train with the recruits. Or staring at the scar on his lip. Wondering just how he got it.

His nervous stammering when she did manage to gather up the courage to make some form of advance were endearing in her eyes. He always seemed so confident; when she took that away...it was sort of cute.

Amelia smiled to herself, but slowly shook off the thought. A mage and a Templar...even a former Templar...such a relationship surely couldn't work. She walked around the room. Spotting the chessboard they had used the other day. Her lips twitched, nervous eyes shooting towards the door, she moved towards the board and the shelves next to it. Leaning forward to peer at some of his books-the door opened and she jumped right as she picked up a book...dropping it with a soft curse.

Cullen stepped inside arching a brow as he saw Amelia leaning down to pick up the book. She stood up quickly, looking at him with wide eyes. and like a guilty child she dropped her gaze and put the book back. "I was just...looking around and... I grabbed the book."

Cullen felt his lips twitching. Both in amusement and agitation; here they were alone, she was nervously explaining her actions. He found it cute-especially the flush that spread all the way to her neck. He didn't want her to be so nervous though.

He walked over. Taking the book; he put it back in the correct spot. "No need to apologize." He turned back to her and smiled a bit. She smiled back-eyes cautious.

"Is everything okay?" He arched a brow at her.

Amelia swallowed. Her mind said no. Her voice said "Yes." She wondered if he knew what effect he had on her. She cursed herself internally; scolding her unprofessional behaviour.

'He must think I am a fool..."

Her thoughts froze when he stepped closer. She looked up at him confused. "Cullen?"

He tilted his head to the side. "You said yes, But you didn't seem overly sure about that statement Inquisitor."

She huffed softly. "I thought I told you to call me Amelia..."

His lips twitched. The scar tugging slightly. "You did."

She narrowed her eyes at him slightly. Cullen kept speaking though, catching her chin with two fingers when she looked away, turning her gaze back to his. "And you're avoiding the question."

"Everything is fine, Commander." She said the last part out of habit, ignoring the way her pulse rocketed at the simplest touch of his fingers under her chin.

He stared at her, searching her gaze in silence. They stayed that way for so long that her cheeks flushed darkly, the rest of her body heating up. She cleared her throat and he dropped her chin.

She frowned for but a moment.

"So what did you wish to speak with me about?" His voice was all business. His expression no longer soft but serious.

She recalled their conversation when they first arrived at Skyhold. His words so warm and firm as he gripped her arm. Promising he wouldn't let anything like what happened at Haven happen again. The look in his eyes had both scared and comforted her. His gaze could scorch or freeze a man

His gaze now was just hard and cold. Her mind swum with confusion on why he was so angry with her.

Cullen himself was frustrated with the way she had said his former title; with a respect borne of fear.

She was frowning at him now. "I merely wanted to speak to you about...well..."

He arched a brow. "About the upcoming mission?"

She shook her head. " N-no. It's...well you mentioned...liking the distraction when we played chess. I figured." She paused staring at him. "...I figured I could offer the distraction again."

She didn't realize up until that moment how close they were actually standing. Cullen's cold gaze wavered, his cheeks didn't darken but he murmured slowly.

"You want to be my distraction?"

His words caught her off guard-Amelia found herself nodding before he even finished the sentence. His head seemed closer to hers now. She was looking directly at him for once.

Until her eyes fell shut. "If that's what you want."

Cullen instantly paused. The image of Dorian and her, heads bowed close together, her weight leaning into his side.

He stepped back, Amelia opened her eyes feeling the sudden disappointing space between them. She frowned at him.

"I think I might actually need some time alone."

His mind swum. His gaze shifted around the room-landing on the drawer that held the lyrium he had been avoiding for quite a while now.

Her hand on his arm made him flinch away. She pulled her hand back as if she'd been shocked.

Her eyes fell to the floor. "I...Sorry. Alright...I'll just leave you alone. " She turned back around. Finding herself rushing to the door and leaving. Cullen didn't try to stop her.

Amelia moved quickly down the steps. Rushing Back to the keep.

You're such a fool she scolded herself softly.

Maker she needed a drink…