Hawke x Cullen (687)
Summary: The Inquisition returns to Skyhold. (Just a tiny baby chapter.)
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The four day ride back to Skyhold was far too long for
Cullen’s liking and it gave him ample time to think over what a disaster
Halamshiral had been. Everything went according to plan for the Inquisition;
the Grand Duchess defeated, Empress Celene remained in charge, Cullen was a
different matter, however. He cringed every time he thought over his time alone
with Darla. Maker, what a mess. He was slowly coming to terms with Hawke’s
death, true, but jumping in at the deep end with a woman he’d only just met had
been a huge mistake. It was the first time he’d ever encountered that kind of problem though. Cullen
groaned inwardly as he reluctantly recalled the memory once again. Thank the
Maker they were finally back at Skyhold and he could lose himself in the
mountains of reports he was sure to have by now.
Cullen followed in closely behind the Inquisitor,
dismounting his horse once they finally got through the mass of people at the
gate wanting to greet them all. He had no time for pleasantries; he suspected
most, if not all, were there to see their illustrious leader anyway. It was
early evening and the sky was just beginning to darken. All Cullen wanted to do
was remove his armour and flump down on his bed to hopefully get his first good
night’s sleep in weeks.
“What.” Cullen growled.
The recruit came stumbling down the stairs from the keep.
The last thing he needed was some crisis the recruits had caused while he was