Always and Ever
I’ve been holding onto this one for a while now. I wrote it when I was wondering what Trespasser would have been like for Cullen prior to the events of Reparation. And then it turned into friendship fluff, and I am not sorry. Dedicated to @scottishvix who asked for some fluff tonight. I hope this counts :) Cullen and Cassandra and Sera and friendship. Cullen’s POV, 1300 words.
The Winter Palace was just as Cullen remembered it, polished and boasting, yet festering beneath the weight of the game. The Inquisition teetered in the balance, and yet, he was happy to see his friends again. Skyhold had felt too empty in the last few months. Oh everyone had passed through here and there, but it wasn’t the same, and wouldn’t ever be if the council went the way he believed it would.
Things seemed to be going from bad to worse, but there was nothing to be done at the moment. The Inquisition was gathered at the tavern, Bull and the Chargers providing the entertainment while everyone drank. It was getting crowded in the tavern, and even though Cullen had been glad to spend some time with Dorian, he needed some air.
The Winter Palace had seemed like a maze the last time he was there, inescapable. It wasn’t quite as bad this time around. Sure, he’d still had to dodge one too many questions about his personal life, but he’d been largely left alone. He suspected it was Leliana’s doing, and he needed to thank here if he ever saw her. Being Divine didn’t offer much in the way of free time.
The stars were twinkling to life above him, and he found some steps that led to a balcony overlooking the hills beyond. He took a seat, relishing in the quiet and the stillness. Orlais was sort of pretty if one looked hard enough he supposed. Even the Winter Palace wasn’t so bad in the quiet of the night.