"Take…it." I growled in anger as I pushed myself against Josh,
The mage whimpered under me, a small groan reached my lips as I plunged my flesh into his warmth without invitation or preparation. I settled my claw on his hip while my hand held at the ropes keeping him from breaking from my grasp. My mage cried out when I was buried to my hilt, his voice hoarse after spending many hours on his knees, worshipping my cock- albeit reluctantly.
The mage became defiant as I started a slow thrust. His body moved against mine as I pushed into him. A strangled yell reached his lips when I pulled him against the wall. He leaned with his cheek to it, his eyes closed as I rammed into him, quickening my pace so get some more pleasure from the act. He refused to move, so I encouraged him with a hard slap to his ass.
He started moving again, only this time he hissed as I raked his back when he moved too slowly. He kept his gaze along the wall as I continued to pound his ass- his hips unmoving as the pungent smell of sex filled the air but it was fine. I didn't need him to move. Not anymore.
I pulled out of him with a snarl and pulled him with the ropes I had in my hand, guiding him down to the ground as I mounted him from behind, my chest flush to his back as I returned to fucking him relentlessly. I hit his prostate a few times and heard my mage cry out. I held him tight as I bit down on his neck, marring the already bruised neck with another bite as I traced a tongue over the nail marks along his spine.
My Knight-Enchanter came in that moment, his spank landed on the stone floor as I continued to push into him rapidly. His walls pushed hard to evict me but I wasn't satisfied. Not yet.
Josh let out a cry as I pulled him close. He tried to move away but all that he managed was to spur on my need to fuck him raw. His back arched as I raked his tender flesh, leaving dark marks along the bruised flesh of his back. The mage sobbed as I slapped his ass again, bucking to me as I quickened my pace yet again, this time the sound of my hips hitting his ass reverberated in the room.
"No...P-Please stop…"
"You wanted this Josh. Take it!" I shouted as I pulled out and rammed right back into his tightness. I repeated the motion several times. The mage screamed out in pain as I pushed his back down so his ass could take more of me. I felt his hands move in its ties to cast a spell but I moved faster than him. I grabbed at his cock and drained his mana. The sound the mage made had me grinning as I pushed myself flush to his back, the shards on my chest biting into his skin as he tried to move away. "You are mine, Josh. Mine!"
Josh opened his mouth to protest and whined as I thrust into him at the same time. His cock began to harden again as I stroked it with my claw, the hard ridges gliding against the cum-covered rod but I could hear the pain in his grunts and it invigorated me. Before long, he was sputtering cum again onto the floor; a small puddle beginning to form as I pushed him down roughly so his ass was in the air as I pulled out.
"Mine…" I reiterated as I grabbed at his hair and eased myself into the mage's ass again. He cried out when I hit his prostate repeatedly. His fingers tore at the ropes, growing red and bloody as I pushed into him, often stopping in mid movement to enjoy the feeling his insides trying to push me out. I remained buried in him for a moment; he sniveled as I stroked his hair and licked at his neck. "All…mine."
Josh breathed as I pulled out then cried with each thrust, his ass tightening as he came yet again. I felt him try to move away but I brought my face to his neck and bit down. He screamed as the tears started to flow, making a puddle of it's own on the cold floor below.
"We are not done, fen." I roared as I settled above him, like a mabari breeding a bitch. The mage under me cried out as I hit his prostate. He came a fourth time with a low sob. From all the times I found it, it was probably raw and enflamed with pain but I didn't care. I was nowhere near orgasm and I needed to take him again, over and over if need be. He was mine. My bitch. My-
(Maker's breath! This is wrong!)
I awoke in the middle of the night screaming his name in horror, covered in a layer of sweat and tears as I looked to my left and saw that the mage was not in bed. I realized that I was in the de Chalon's Summer Villa outside the Emerald Graves.
The estate was bequeathed to Josh and I after my love met with the Empress herself to remind her of the favors owed to us and the soon to be formed Inquisition. Cole erased the memories of the Inner Circle (besides Sera) and the soldiers afterwards, making them forget Skyhold, how they got there, our alliances and everything about Solas; meanwhile Josh and I relocated to the Villa de Chalons with Samson, Calpernia and Maxwell. The soon to be created Inquisition returned to Ostwick none the wiser to the machinations at hand, but they were perplexed somewhat. (Hehe…)
Cassandra and Leliana attempted to parley with the mages and templars. It failed. I sent out a message to Fiona and Barris to reignite the war to fool the Inquisition. The Conclave was in two weeks and according to Josh, we needed the stage to be set so we could be ready for the Breach. I didn't want more people to die but it was required.
Josh managed to convince Morrigan to come stay with us after his visit to the Empress. At first she was skeptical but all it took was my love turning to a dragon for her to realize who he was. She was shocked of course but she was mostly happy. She was overjoyed when we offered her a chance to come with us to the Temple of Mythal. The look of yearning and hunger of lore made me think of what Solas said back then. She really did look like a glutton in front of a feast. Kieran was a welcome sight however. It was nice to have a child around. He reminded me so much of Sulahn. (I miss you, da'len)
My mind snapped back to my current situation once I heard hurried footsteps as Josh raced over to the bed covered in dirt, probably from tending the garden outside. I jumped out of the bed, naked and hard as I collapsed in mid-movement. My mage fell to his knees as he pulled at my chest and eased me into his arms. I heard Calpernia and Samson clamor into the room as well but I heard Josh tell them to return to their rooms in a low voice.
"What's wrong?" Josh asked as he stroked my hair and swaddled me, the smell of roses engulfing me as I cried into his grasp. All I could manage was a low murmur as he kissed at my hairline and traced my claw. (So gentle)
"Maker's breath Josh…I'm so sorry! I- Forgive me." I cried as he stroked my back, his fingers trailing over newly formed shards, breaking them down as I felt the white-fire wash over me. Josh continued to hold me as he shook his head with confusion.
"What for?"
"I…I…am too ashamed to say it, Josh."
"Was it a bad dream?" The Knight-Enchanter kissed at my cheek and I nodded.
"The worst kind."
"Tell me what happened, my love."
"No…please don't-"
"Tell me Cul. I want to help you. You are my partner now- my husband. I am responsible for your well-being, that and I love you. Talk to me."
"Not right now." I muttered as I pulled away from the mage and watched as he gave me an empathic look as I returned to the bed. He followed suit and smirked as he pointed to my throbbing need tenting the blanket I pulled over me.
"I can help you with that." Josh snaked his hand under blanket and began to stroke my engorged flesh. I let out a pained noise as I pushed his hand away and buckled to the other side of the bed, Josh's eyes looked at me with worry. "Now I'm really concerned. What did you dream of Cullen? Please talk to me. I'm here for you my love. Please."
My mage moved over to me and sat down, his hand on my chest as I breathed in deeply. I eased at his tender touch as he moved his hand to my claw and brought it to his chest, the shards thrummed as his heart beat under my claw. He placed his smaller hand over it and grinned sadly.
"Ma vhenan beats for you. Cullen. Not for Mythal, not for the Maker or Fen'Harel. For you." (Liar)
"I know."
"Then talk to me, emma lath. Whatever it is, I will understand."
"I…alright." I nodded to the mage as he scooted closer to me and wrapped my human hand over his shoulder. I leaned to his touch and cursed as I began to speak. "I had a bad dream."
"I know that Cullen- that was obvious. Tell me what happened that upset you. Please."
I gave him a worried look and started to explain what happened. I anticipated anger and him to chastise me. I expected him to be disgusted and to look at me with disapproval. Instead, he wrapped his arms around my waist and placed his head against my chest, he chuckled as my cock tickled at his flesh as he let out a small sigh.
"Oh Cullen…" The mage breathed as he traced a finger over the head of my cock and I felt my body hitch at the warmth his finger had. "It was a dream. That's all. You would never do that to me. I trust you completely, ma vhenan." (Do you?)
"You should be questioning me." (I don't trust you)
"Ahnsul nadas? Ar lath ma. I trust you. I want you. Hold me down. Take me roughly. Fuck me senseless. I will not doubt you, vhenan. I allow your control over me because I trust you. Cullen, don't ever feel like you're going to hurt me. I will tell you if it hurts too much otherwise- it's perfect. Please. Don't let this faze you." (It doesn't)
"I am afraid to even touch you; I don't want become what I saw."
Josh then grinned; he took my human hand and dipped it down his breeches. The flesh stirred as I touched it. At first, he gave me an irritated look as I merely kept my hand over the hardening flesh, but soon I felt my confidence return as I started a slow stroke that made Josh mewl into my ear as he licked at it with a slight giggle.
"Do you like what you feel?"
"Very much." I kissed at his neck and sucked at the skin there. The mage took a long breath of air as I licked into the crook of his neck. The flesh in my hand throbbed as if to remind me to stroke it and the mage laughed as my cheeks flushed when I eased his shirt, pants and smalls off and tossed it aside.
"You are too cute, emma lath." Josh chuckled as he moved for my erection and I hissed into his cold touch as he intoned ice. "Truly, the one thing I love more than your voice is the way you blush." (And I love the fact that you are a liar)
Josh's own cheeks turned red as we started a slow stroke, timing our movements with each other as we looked into each other's eyes.
"I love the way you blush as well, amongst other things."
"I am glad you love me." (Of course I do)
"How could I not?" I started to quicken my pace and Josh's face turned into a mix of shock and lust as he stroked me at the same tempo. He became breathless as I kissed at his neck again and licked at the hickeys I left on his tanned flesh. I smiled as he looked at me with a neediness that made my cock harden further in my mage's grasp. "You are the best man I have ever known. You are impossible not to love."
"…Such a sweetheart. Cullen- Please, never lose your valorous, gentle heart." The mage grunted as I quickened my pace yet again, this time however, I led him to the headboard to we lay beside each other, our hands moving at the same pace as we traced each other's sweaty bodies. My mage grinned coyly as he looked away bashfully when I looked into his eyes.
"I-I will…only if you stay as you are- a wolf with a heart of gold. Ma fen." (Unfortunately, you know nothing better that to be ma fen)
"Of- Of course!" Josh moaned as his cock twitched in my grasp and I felt the sticky warmth spurt all over my hands and the clean sheets that we lay on, soiling it. The Knight-Enchanter looked at me embarrassed as he continued to pump me while I continued to pump his cock as well. "Oh…Cullen…"
"I love it when you say my name."
"Cullen…" Josh purred as me leaned over me and straddled my hips, his hand still firm around my cock as I let go of his. He gave me a curious look as I brought my cum-covered hand to my mouth and in a moment of curiosity, I licked at my mage's spunk and moaned as the bittersweet taste engulfed me when I swallowed, then I licked my hand clean. Josh looked at me lecherously as he sped up his movements. "Did you just…"
"You taste good." I purred as he pumped harder. I brought my claw to his hairline and stroked the beautiful hair he had. My vision became cloudly as stars blinded me, my breath hitched as heat filled my loins and I came all over Josh's hand and my chest with a deafening howl. Josh licked at his fingers and he ran a cold tongue along my abs, licking up cum with a haughty grin on his handsome face.
"You always taste good." Josh smiled as he moved to kiss me but stopped when he noticed at my cock was still stiff, but not spurting cum about. He caressed it slowly and a shiver rushed through me at his touch. "Oh my- your sword is aching for its sheath I see."
"Josh…no." I tried to pry his fingers away from me but he gave me a stern look.
"Cullen. Take me." (Such a defiant wolf…)
"But…"
"Take me, vhenan. I need you inside me. Let me show you how much I love you, please." Josh simpered as he kissed at my chest and rested his head at my neck, he kissed and licked there as I felt my boldness return as I caught his arms and pulled him against me so that his back was flush to my chest and my tip sliding against his ass.
"No. Allow me to show you much ar lath ma."
"Ma nuvinen, ma vherain. Ar lath ma." (You say it too much, vhenan)
Josh and I prepared for our trip to the Arbor Wilds; we would be going alone to draw as little attention as possible. To that end, we trained in the gardens while Sera and Maxwell watched beside each other eagerly. Sera organized Lifeward Amulets from Dagna so we could train with Samson and Calpernia with impunity. Red Jenny also looked at me worried as I wheezed after a rather productive spar. The Red wasn't so active in my system anymore, so it tired me out often.
Samson hit like a truck but I was able to take his attacks with my claw, acting as a make-shift shield. Calpernia on the other hand found that her magicks often failed from the number of times Josh or I drained her mana. What really invigorated me in battle however was how efficient Josh and I became as a team and it seemed that Sera was in high spirits about it as well judging from her cheers from the sidelines while wolfing down the cakes her 'friends' brought. (Glutton! Leave some plain cake for me you fool)
We adopted a new formation; Josh would touch my back while I moved with my claw up to deflect attacks and to swipe at fools who tried to rush us down. When I opted to strike with my sword, I would slash out then springboard Josh forward with my back, he would then lash out with tendrils of made from mana and ice. If that wasn't enough, I would break into a dance of blade and claw; at the end, I would grab Josh and fling him towards the foe. He would land with a crash, freezing everything as he landed on his feet then he would cloak and retreated to my back, slinging shards of ice and arrows.
After the tedious sparring, Morrigan would give us some elixirs she made to restore mana and stamina while she served up a hearty nug stew. She was a witch, but I had to admit, the woman knew how to cook. Perhaps she and Josh could trade recipes someday.
A movement into the dining room made everyone tense up but I welcomed the new arrival as Josh eyed her carefully while he helped the former Grand-Duchess into the vacant seat beside Morrigan. The witch scoffed as the archer regarded her carefully while sipping her wine.
"I must admit, I am rather glad to be out of the jester's outfit. It was simply put…a mortifying ordeal." Florianne smiled impishly at me, then at Josh. Without her mask, she was far less intimidating and I had to hold back a chuckle when she by mistake dropped her glass. A servant ran to clean the wine and she looked at me sadly. "I am sorry. It has been awhile since anyone has waited on me."
"Get used to the feeling Ambassador de Chalons. You were once a woman in the shadow of your brother. Now the court will learn to fear us and in turn: to fear you."
"What?" Josh looked at me with a stunned look as he pointed at the Empress' cousin. He snarled loudly as he glowered at me. He didn't understand my reasons yet so I set down my fork and smiled at him then at the woman beside the witch. "You can't be serious vhenan!" (Why so worried, vhenan?)
"I am. She is a creature of guile and words. She wanted power from Corypheus because she was but a shadow in the Grand Game. She was ignored and merely kept around because she was the Empress' cousin. I am offering her power: True power in the form of being an envoy of our cause. With her silver tongue and her clever mind, she could help us to avert the end of the world as we know it with nothing more than simple words."
"So long as she helps us, I would have no problem brother-in-law." Maxwell nodded but Josh looked at me with an angry look. "But what of the Inquisition- And sister?"
"They are needed for the days to come." Josh spoke as he smiled at his brother then glared at me. "I have no doubt we will encounter her soon, brother. Alara was never one to hide for too long. She is either an agent of Fen'Harel now, or an agent of her own future. We will have to see. Sera, have your friends heard anything interesting?" (Of course, you would know…)
"Yeah. Heard 'bout some nasty business in the Free Marches. War's all over again. Shite- wish it didn't have to be this way. Alara's up and disappeared, strange innit? Friends frickin' everywhere and she's…just gone." The elf spoke between chewing the stew and downing a mug of mead. "Ear's to the ground Josh-Posh. Calperny's got people on it too."
I chuckled when I saw Samson look at the tevinter mage with an amused look. It seemed that she didn't relish in the nickname that Sera gave her.
"My name is not- ugh…Yes. I have my spies combing through the cities and surrounding areas. It looks like she's either very good at not being seen or she's just vanished."
"Do you think Solas could have taken her somewhere, to safeguard her or to pacify her?" Samson asked. I gave Josh a worried look and he looked outside briefly then his gaze moved to the templar.
"Anything is possible, Samson." The mage nodded but had an unsure look in his eyes as he sipped his wine and looked at me again, I felt his heartbeat quicken slightly through our link with the dasemah'lin. "Solas is not a fool. Taking Alara would be obvi-"
"Sorry I'm late!" Neria muttered as she huffed against the doorframe and smirked when she saw the merry band of misfits that we gathered. "Got tied up with Warden business. Glad to see I'm not the only outcast here, Sera."
Calpernia snorted loudly as she laughed. Red Jenny however, as not amused.
"Fine whatever. Just tellin' you. Gonna have lots of ants in your pants Lady Pig-Laugh." The elf blew a raspberry at the mage who did so in turn. Maker, it was funny to watch how childish the tevinter mage became whenever Sera prodded at her. Josh turned to me and kissed my cheek as he slipped outside briefly, leaving me to stop the pair from tossing food about. Samson was far too amused to do anything and Maxwell was engrossed in conversation with Neria to bother.
After they settled down, Neria called me aside with a concerned look as everyone else left the dining room.
"The Architect has left Skyhold in disrepair for the Inquisition. He is moving to the west and I will be joining him after a time. I have to see Leliana before I go as this might be my final journey." The healer fidgeted slightly with her robe and smiled at me sadly. "I worry for him."
"Who?" I asked with a perplexed look. The brown haired elf turned towards my wolf as I saw him walk off into the gardens. "Why?"
"He's a wolf by nature, Cullen." The healer smiled at me and inwardly agreed with her. "A wolf will always remain a wolf."
"I know." (All too well, Neria)
"Do you?" Neria moved closer to me and took hold of my hand. Her fingers slid over the ring Josh gave me, a large emerald adorned the lazurite ring in the shape of a tear drop. Josh asked Dagna to make it for me. The healer held it to her chest and her smile turned into a frown. "I hope you know what you are doing…"
"I do." (I hope so)
"Good. I will see you tomorrow then, before you leave? You owe me a rematch." (Ugh- Yes… I do)
I nodded to her as she disappeared into the various halls of the Villa. Suddenly I felt a presence beside me.
"What do you need Cole?"
"Are you ready for the Well? It was loud and full of voices- too many voices, overflowing, over-thinking, overbearing …too much. It is still the same but the door is open. The echoes will reach further, untainted, unchanging to save Purpose." The spirit looked at me with a stern look. I placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled a bravely as I could, even though I was terrified to be completely honest.
"I have to be, for both our sakes."
"I am glad then. The Elder One has replaced those you are taken from him. The Inquisition will have to tear him down when the time comes. We will help. I will help- but only when the time comes."
"What do you mean 'replaced'?" I asked the spirit with a look of concern but Cole merely grinned to himself as he led me to the makeshift war table we made in the library. The spirit pointed to the Exalted Plains, Suledin Keep then at Therinfal Redoubt.
"Linnea is alive- bones walking with no breath, a woman of desire- a temptress of men and women, a siren who lulls the weak minded into servitude. All for power, all for the Tranquil one and the Lion who dared to kill her. Promises of new life- Denam, a templar made red and fleeing to The Master. Choice promises a cure and there he is: red and wanting- angry and hopeful. Serve the Elder One. Must serve him. No other point to live. The Red will take us all otherwise." The spirit then shivered as he shook his head in disdain and anger. "Choice gardens them, keeps them. Not too slow- not too quick. Just right. He is a monster- a demon. But he is Choice. Unusual desire kept on hand, not enslaved. Not bound, not begged. He is free from shackles and a lock. But he is the hand that sows the Red: demons draw Red."
"Imshael." I mouthed and the spirit nodded. (Ugh…)
The dreams got much worse. I dreamt always of taking him too roughly and hurting him. He was always bound, a leash in my hands to keep him in check as I fucked him senseless, blood everywhere as my claw raked at his flesh and his screams...Maker...it was horrifying. I would always wake up hard, screaming and covered in sweat as I called his name and my wolf would envelope me with his white fur and lick at my neck but he would have a look in his eyes. A look I denied but silently acknowledged in the back of my mind. (This…is it)
Getting into the Temple was simple. After fight through some of the Elder One's forces scouring the area for elvhen ruins, Josh spoke with the sentinels and I cringed when I saw how they regarded him with such respect and honor as Mythal's servant. They however looked at me in disgust.
"'Tis most curious no? They regard him as one of their own- yet when they look at you…all they see is the Red in your veins. I wonder what this portends." Morrigan murmured as she traced a few statues with her fingers and grinned once we reached the room that led to the ritual chambers. It never ceased to amaze me how beautiful and well preserved the temple was with its mosaics and statues.
"Nothing good." I rasped as I bowed to an elf that I recognized to be Abelas. He looked at me strangely and greeted.
"Ir abelas, ma falon. I know not how it is possible for you to have the power of the Well, Josh'ua Lavellan but we are glad to have you here, your friends as well; so long as they behave." The elf smiled for once as he took us deeper into the temple. "Normally, we would ask for you to walk the paths, but today is a special day. He awaits you." (He? Solas?)
Abelas took us to the place where Josh and Calpernia fought Samson and pointed to an elf on his knees, his hands clasped in prayer as he muttered an elvhen prayer whist his spear twirled about him with each word spoken. As we drew near, he reached out and the spear slipped into his open hand as his prayer stopped. He stood up and Josh moved to greet him. My wolf looked wounded as the elf ignored him and moved over to me, removing his hood to reveal long, flowing blonde hair and eyes as brilliant as veilfire. Unlike the other elves, he had no vallaslin. He nodded to me with a gentle smile. (He was an agent of Fen'Harel. No Vallaslin, just like Solas and future-Ashara)
"Amelan-vhenan. I welcome you." He then turned to Josh and nodded. "And you Josh'ua." (He knows the Matchmaker)
"Who are you?" I asked and the elf merely smiled as the other elves left us with the taller elf. He watched me carefully as he walked around me then stopped after kissing Morrigan's hand.
"I am the High Priest of this Temple. Once under Falon'Din, I was called Fen'Dinan. Under the service of Dirthamen, I was known as Eolasen. Now, in the service of Mythal, I am Fen'an Lavellan."
He was the one-
Ashara and Josh's father…He confessed that he was the one that planted the Orb of Fen'Harel for the Elder One to discover. Josh didn't look surprised at all. Neither was I.
After my wolf explained his reasons for coming, the elf nodded towards me.
"I understand. Drink then after my prayer. Give…my regards to Ashara. I am sorry I could not be around for either of you. I had…duties to fulfill." (At least he's being honest) He then turned to me with a curious look. "Ma serannas, vherain. You know what you have to do." (I do)
Josh looked stunned as the elf asked us to leave. A song filled the air as we stood outside the room and suddenly it was gone as quickly as it came. Abelas took us back inside to the well and up the makeshift stairs, the green-blue waters were unchanging, unmoving but I saw with him a grim look in his eyes. The High Priest was gone. It didn't take much to understand what Fen'an did. (Dareth shiral, fen'an)
"He entrusted you with the fate of the Well. Use it as you see fit. There is no reason for my people to remain, Josh'ua."
"Ma'las a'melin ne ha'lam, Abelas."
"Perhaps someday. Venavis nuvi'sulena lath amelan-vhenan. A'las nadas din. Ir abelas." The elf smiled sadly as he moved down the steps and left us. I caught onto what he said but only understood a small part of it. It was more than enough for me. Josh looked at me, flushed as we moved over to the Well, side by side, arm in arm as Morrigan came closer to gaze into the waters, her eyes shining with awe. (This is it)
"'Tis the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…" The witch trailed off as she smiled. Josh then let go of me and extended his hand out, beckoning me to follow him into the Well. I took his hand eagerly and I saw him grin to himself as he stared into my leonine eyes.
"Mythal'enaste ma vhenan. Ar lath ma." Josh cupped his hands and brought water to my lips, as he moved I grabbed hold of his throat and the mage let out a stifled cry as I drained him of his mana and held him above the water. (I am sorry)
"I don't give a shit about Mythal. I give a shit about you." I roared into Josh's face as the mage tried his hardest to break free from my grasp. Morrigan drew her staff but I pointed to her and then to the love of my life. "Not so fast Morrigan. We have been deceived all along."
The witch looked at me confused as I tightened my grip on the mage and heard him wheeze for air as I brought my claw to his chin to lift it. His stubble tickled my hand but it wouldn't matter in the long run. I had him where we needed him.
"What are you- I…love you Cullen! Please!" Josh croaked as he tried to kick at my chest. I brought a swift knee to his midsection and the mage cried out in pain as he crumpled up in my hold, his face red with blush.
"Are you telling me, or reminding yourself vhenan?" I scoffed as Josh looked at me with an angry look. "The Red addles me but the heart does not lie, and neither does your actions. I always knew the truth – but I denied it. You are His slave. His Herald. You wanted to be leashed by me, to keep you in check-"
"I love you Cullen! I would never-"
"Lies and whispers- a ball of self-hate on my chest. Deceive them all, I must do so for Him. Ir abelas Cullen. Ar lath ma, but I must free everyone. I must serve. I must pay the price for freedom. Drink. Be His slave as I am." I heard Cole approach from the shadows and nodded as he entered the waters beside me. He watched as I lowered Josh closer to the water and the mage looked at me in fear as the half his body was drenched in the well.
"'What is the price of true freedom?' I once thought it was death but I was wrong. It is your own freedom." I snarled, the mage gave me a terrified look, his heart quickening.
"Cullen please!"
I ignored him and lowered him slowly, he turned to Cole with a desperate look, trying to break free from me but I was far too strong.
"Here lies the abyss, the well of all souls. From these emerald waters doth life begin anew." I rasped as I lowered him so that his head was the only part remaining above the water. His eyes dilated as he looked between me, Cole and Morrigan with a frantic look. I could feel is heart pounding in that moment.
"HELP ME! COLE! MORRIGAN! HELP-"
"I am helping." Cole smiled as he stood beside me and nodded as I pushed Josh under the water. He began to flail in my grasp and I turned to Morrigan. She had a sad look but it was one of understanding as she turned away and covered her ears.
"There can be no shadows in the light if there is no light. Extinguish the light." Doubt whispered as he appear beside Cole and nodded. (I am sorry, vhenan)
He gurgled loudly as he struck at the water, his legs and arms moving rapidly as I used both my hand and claw to keep him down. His eyes were fixed on me but I felt no regret as I kept him in place. The spirits nodded to me then moved over to Josh as the Knight-Enchanter began to slow down and finally the movements stopped completely. His heart stopped beating and the dasemah'lin on his hand unclasped. I then heard Alara gasp in horror with Solas' calling to her behind me.
(I am sorry my love.)
Two years passed…Whatever magicks the Well had to save me died with the Herald of Fen'Harel, allowing me to walk my own path of slow and agonizing pain. The Red would never claim me but I would lose myself eventually. The witch knew this, but she was eager to help after she drank from the Well in my stead. (Thank you)
Inquisitor Lavellan fell in love with Fen'Harel once more and she saved Thedas from the Elder One with my aid. Her brother was lost to history as the Qunari enacted Dragon's Breath, but I was there to stop them and to meet with the Dread Wolf himself.
He gave me a knowing look as he gazed at me and Lady Lavellan for one final time before he disappeared into the eluvian. He looked content, but a tad unhappy for the manner in which it was done. It was not to his tastes and I agreed inwardly. It was not to mine either but it was required. His Herald needed to be stopped.
With the Inquisition disbanded and Leliana on the Sunburst Throne, my group of allies took the Anchorless Lady Lavellan in and we moved to Tevinter after Magister Pavus and The Bull's Chargers contacted us regarding sightings of the bald elf in and around the city of Qarinus. Naturally we investigated eagerly, we needed to stop the Dread Wolf to redeem him and I was glad we had the Inner Circle at our side to help.
Every morning, I would look to my left and I would kiss Him as He traced the Red with his fingers. He would look at me and smile, genuinely and lovingly as He reminded me who I was, for every day that passed I remembered less and less of myself but never my mission: To stop Fen'Harel and to make sure He never became His Herald.
I still dreamed of tying Him down and fucking Him relentlessly, but for the moment what we had was enough with his siblings, the witch's son and my daughter around us...our family- but for how long until I lost myself completely? That was my fear- The day the Red consumed me whole like it did to Kirkwall's Knight-Commander.
He was mine. Mine. My leashed wolf. My tamed heart. I took Him and He would grin ear to ear afterward, His cheeks on fire and no desire to run off and serve Fen'Harel. Cole made sure of that- and he made sure it stayed that way until Fen'Harel was stopped.
I never remembered His name, only His eyes.
It was all I needed to wake up each day and fight on.
He said that my name was Cullen.
The name didn't mean anything to me.