Just a short on my favorite templar, reminising about Amell women, namely the mages, after the battle with the Arishok. In a dark corner of a tavern, of course. Where else? Review, critique, and as always, enjoy!
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Knight-Captain Cullen sat in the tavern, attempting to blend into the shadows. It simply wouldn't do for Meredith to know one of her Templars were sitting in a tavern drinking themselves under the table. But frankly, after all that business with the Qunari, he figured that he deserved a night off.
That apostate, Hawke, was now the Champion of Kirkwall. He couldn't help but reminisce on another Amell mage he'd known who had gone on to become a hero. His days in the tower had been brightened because of her. Her smile brought the sun into a stuffy, closed off tower. Her laugh was a breath of fresh air, a spring breeze wafting through the cramped hallways. When her eyes flashed she seemed to cut through the Templars oppressing presence, telling them that they would never have this mage under control. And Cullen, the hopeless fool that he was, fell head-over-heels in love with her, even though he knew he could never have her.
He remembered the night of her Harrowing. Greagoir had approached him, ordering him to be in the Harrowing chamber as the one who would strike down a mage if she became an abomination. Cullen didn't know it would be her. When she had walked into the chamber his heart had dropped below the tower's borders, floundering for air in Lake Calenhad. That excruciating time waiting, hands shaking as he thought of what she might become. But then she came back, so quickly, and still completely herself. He couldn't help but thank the Maker.
And that Jowan. That accursed, blood mage. Blight take the bastard, Cullen thought bitterly. He tricked her into helping him escape, then left her behind to the wrath of Greagoir. Luckily, Duncan had been there to save her and bring her to the Grey Wardens. But Cullen, he probably would never see her again.
Weeks, perhaps months later Uldred went crazy, dooming the tower and locking Cullen up to be tortured by demons. All those visions, his desires, flaunted before him. Until she'd actually come along, and he confessed how much he wanted her, but she didn't go away like before. Instead she freed Cullen. But by then she was with that other Warden, Alistair. Never to be his.
Cullen drew himself back to the tavern, nursing his ale. This Hawke was a good woman, a lot like his Telandra Amell. They were both heroes in their own right and scope. Cullen silently toasted to the both of them.
Amells. Can't live with them, and too many people would be dead without them. A toast to you all.