evasive_thoughts (intrusive_plots)
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Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games)
06 Jan 2022
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"You've an injury," Solas remarked casually over his desk, absorbed in the large tome open atop it.
Cullen set the last shallow crate of reports on his own desk, elbowed in against the round mural of the observatory wall, and hummed his dissent. "An old disagreement of posture, since my youth. No injury."
"We might need your step unimpeded in a fight, and the list shows worse after stairs. Club foot? Missing toes?" Solas glanced up with a cool inspection, book falling shut. "No... knees, I wager. Or an injury of the hip. Bucked from a horse?"
"Not an injury," Cullen corrected again, but his smile was warm for this rare approximation of concern. "Armors tend to carry poorly on me, when we have to add layers beneath for warmth. The limp will abate as the weather improves."
"A rhuematosis," Solas accused quietly, eyes narrowing. "I'm no healer attempting to ply you with tonics, but there's little shame in a disability for an old war horse like yourself."
"Disability..." Cullen mused, gazing off into the middle distance, smirk wry. "That's one way to put it."
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A Stuttering Confession by Spearmintcondition
Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types
05 Jul 2020
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Cullen's stutter has not been bothering him too much since his youth. What if someone from those days suddenly appears at Skyhold? THE someone. Who somehow always made the stammering that much worse.
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06 Jan 2022
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Corrupt Blood by Martiverse, Spearmintcondition
Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types
03 Sep 2020
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[...] Samson glanced at Cullen’s sword, still half in its sheath, and smiled with yellow teeth and red-rimmed eyes, strands of dark hair glued to his neck. His skin was pale, gaunt, he was the cyanotic incarnation of a dead man. Without his armour, it was again the Samson who roamed the slums of Kirkwall, begging for coin… little remained of the General he had been. His body looked much more fragile than Cullen remembered, now that it had practically been drowned in clothes not his own… yet that weakness was familiar to him and it was difficult to drive the memory of the Templar he had been out of his mind.
“Tense like in Kirkwall…” Samson commented barely squinting while scrutinizing him “Am I your demon now?”
And there it was, the stab where it hurt most. Samson had always had this talent.[...]
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“Why? We used to cuddle all the time”
“When we were kids”Bookmarked by evasive_thoughts (intrusive_plots)
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