Daddy!Cullen pt. 3
- Imagine Cullen frantic because she
pulled away from him in the crowded market. They’re in Orlais
which is the mother of all things shiny, fluffy, musical, and sweet.
Maker made to tempt a five year old girl.
- He’s calling for her, shouting
her name, seized by panic because as the seconds tick to minutes his
thoughts grow darker and he’s thinking she hasn’t wandered away
but someone has snatched her. So he tries to list every sin, one by
one, beginning to end, and the more he thinks about it as his eyes
dart for a tuft of poofy, curly, kinked up hair just like her
mother’s but wilder just like his, the more he’s
convinced someone has taken my child.
- He hears crying and he knows it’s
her. Zeroes in on it like her mother’s arrows to its target. She
is the phylactery of his love and he knows with every bone in his
body that cry is her cry.
- An elven lady, brown skinned like
the richest chocolate on the hottest day, held his daughter, cooing
to her in broken Dalish to calm her screams. He is relieved,
blessedly relieved. He thanks the woman over and over again but when
he reaches for her, she pulls away. Blocking the child’s body with
her own. She looks at him askance, and starts to walk away.
- Baby girl is still crying unable
to see him through her curtain of tears, apoplectic. Daddy is gone
which in her mind means he’ll be gone forever. She cries harder
when the woman wrenches her violently away from his arms.
- Imagine Cullen stunned, stuck
somewhere between world consuming rage and the deepest of hurts.
This woman will not give him his child. This woman does not
believe that is his child. He’s
speechless for a moment before he screams, “GIVE ME BACK MY
DAUGHTER!” Baby girl stops crying, opens her eyes, and reaches for
daddy, screaming louder, thankful in a 5 year old’s way that she has
Cullen scooping up his daughter as a crowd begins to form, curious
to see the brown girl with the not brown father. The Elven woman
gives him a look that passes from father to daughter looking for any
resemblance unable to see the gold in the child’s eyes or the subtle
softness to her black curls. She can’t see the nose either, or the
comet shaped birthmark that father passed to child either. But she
sees the child sink into her father, searching for more of his
protective embrace and that’s enough.
Cullen tearful in his relief, ready to pray and ready to scream.
he says, remembering the elven phrases mother taught to daughter and
husband. “My girl, you can’t pull away from daddy like that.”
Cullen holding her tight, heart still racing, still thinking hands
will come for them at any second and rip them apart because they
don’t believe they belong together. Imagine his daughter stating
simply “I wanted a teddy.”
he gets for her the biggest teddy bear the money in his pocket can
buy. Both to please her, and to purchase her silence. Not because
he’s afraid of what his wife will do to him when she finds out, but
told him this might happen, and
he never believed it. He never understood. Now he does.
Stay woke Daddy!Cullen