Part of Cullen Positivity Week; Hawken in Kirkwall.
Cullen’s heart sank when he saw the familiar group of
misfits enter the Gallows, strutting around like they owned the damn place. Just
once he’d like to go a day without seeing that insufferable mage, constantly
sauntering over to pester him. He knew Hawke would be trouble the moment he’d
heard about her; joining up with mercenaries, bribing anyone and everyone
across the city, not to mention her attitude towards templars. When they’d
first met he’d hoped they might be allies and make some sort of attempt at
bringing peace between the templars and mages in Kirkwall, but, Maker, the sour
face she’d given him after their first encounter said otherwise.
Cullen tried to make himself look busy, scanning the Gallows
for anyone to order about or discuss some ‘important matters’ with. Unfortunately
he was too late, with a groan he watched as Hawke and her companions strolled
over in his direction. Naturally she had her smug grin plastered across her
face, but something was different this time; she looked far too pleased with
“Hawke, to what do I owe this delight?” He said sneeringly.
“Your Ser Alrik was
working on a plan to turn all mages Tranquil.” She said with a triumphant grin.
He clenched his jaw and felt his fists tighten into balls at
his sides; the last thing he needed was Hawke finding out about this.
“I will not ask how you came by the personal effects of a
man recently murdered within our own walls.” He wouldn’t be surprised if she’d
been involved somehow. “It’s true there has been some discussion of the idea.
But as you can see, it has gone no further.”
Cullen prayed she would believe him and ask no further
“You expect us to believe that?”
He turned his attention to the only other mage in Kirkwall
that rivalled Hawke in her irritableness.
“Believe what you like, mage.”
He focused back on Hawke whose lip was curled up in disgust.
Perhaps his tone was slightly unnecessary but Cullen had grown weary of her
constant questions; questions she only asked because she wanted to reaffirm her
hatred of templars.
“And there’s the Knight-Captain we all love so much.” Hawke snarled.
“You’d have every mage hung in this place if you had your way.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Cullen huffed. Although there was
certainly one mage he wouldn’t mind being rid of.
“Is it really that ridiculous though? Clearly you love the idea of making us all Tranquil.”
Cullen grit his teeth, struggling to keep quiet. She was provoking
him, he knew it, just as she always did, but he would not give in to her petty
taunts this time.
“Hawke, please, must we do this every time?” Aveline always seemed
to be the only voice of reason within the group. Hawke barked out a laugh.
“Me? I’m not the one locking up mages for merely lifting a
finger.” She stepped closer to Cullen, barely a hair’s width between their
chests, and looked up at him with a smirk. “Does it pain you to know that I’m
out here, running free, and there’s nothing you can do about it?”
He sighed and kept his mouth firmly shut. Hawke was lucky to
have bought her way up to Hightown; that and her family name were the only
things standing in the way of her and the circle tower.
With a final disgusted look from Hawke she turned to leave,
obviously realising she’d be getting no form of reaction from Cullen today, and
the others followed swiftly behind her.
“Maker watch over you.” He muttered, watching them walk
away, and already dreading their next trip to the Gallows.