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A giant literal rip in the sky was dropping demons on Thedas, mages and templars fighting, and the world was on the brink of destruction…but you were sitting for a painting. More accurately, you were trying to sit for it, but Josephine picked the slowest artist in the world. If you weren’t about to fall asleep you were bouncing your leg so restlessly the artist would cluck disapprovingly until you stopped moving. You complied each time with a pout.
But then Cullen entered Josephine’s office from the main hall and your face lit up. He smiled upon seeing you in the situation you were in, and approached. “I see Josephine finally pinned you down for your portrait sitting.”
“A little bird told me you allowed her into my quarters to wake me,” you said evenly, cutting your eyes up at the commander.
He looked sheepish. “My apologies, my dear. But your portrait will be the loveliest in the land.” He bent down, placing a kiss on your cheek and gripping your shoulder for a moment before continuing his way to the war room. You sighed, physically deflating when he left, and then the artist tutted at you again.