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31. “You lied to me.” (Cullen x Lavellan)
~2500 words, NSFW-ish
I’m so sorry this took so long. And then it turned into something so much longer than originally intended. Oops.
As she trudged up the stairs to her
chambers, Elaria could feel the dull burn in the muscles of her
thighs. It had been four days since their fight with Crestwood’s High
Dragon and still every bone in her body ached. The beast had been
magnificent – by far the most powerful foe she had slain until now.
Even here, back at Skyhold, she thought she could still smell the
scorched earth and the metallic scent of hot blood. Perhaps the smell
had just burned itself into her skin. Or perhaps she really just
needed a proper bath. Preferably in a real tub rather than in a
freezing cold lake. She grinned at the memory of Bull’s approving
smile as he had helped her climb down from the dead dragon’s back.
“You almost smell like a real Qunari
now, boss,” he had told her as she had wiped the dragon’s blood
from her forehead before it could get into her eyes.
“And that’s a good thing?” She had
laughed, adrenaline still rushing through her veins. It had almost
made her feel a bit light-headed.
“Mhm, better than usual at least.”
She had tried to nudge him in the side for that but had only managed
to slip on the blood that had been pooling at her feet, which had
just made him laugh even louder.
Now she couldn’t wait to get the stench
of the dragon off of her. She pulled herself up the last few steps
and almost stumbled into the room.
She was not alone.
Elaria stopped dead in her tracks, so
startled that her stomach clenched in fear before her brain could
tell the rest of her body there was no threat. Because she recognized
him immediately. He stood by her desk and had turned his back to her,
but she would have known those broad shoulders anywhere, even without
his signature armor and coat. Those blond curls were also
unmistakable of course.
“Cullen,” she said. “Creators,
you startled me.” She made a few steps toward him but stopped
when he didn’t turn around. Something about the way he leaned on her
desk, his shoulders tense, made her feel wary. “Cullen?”