I would want to say one thing in response to Bianca’s threat. Namely
“Yes he might be killed. By Red Templars. Who got red lyrium because of a
certain dwarf. Sounds familiar?” And then I would like to flip her off
and walk away. Just to see the look on her face. Maybe now you learn not
to hand out dangerous material to the big bad!
So I finally got Inquisition for the ps4 and it’s amazing, my Inquisitor is a female Qunari and I named her Smahl! In Skyrim Dragon language it means “sheep”. (Wanted to name her Ram but no word in langue for it :p) Knowing how BIG the Qunari are, I thought it would be hilarious. XD
fyi: because of tumblr’s stupid user interface, out going links to AO3 and ff.net seem not to allow posts to come up in tags. So, for this I have linked the AO3 chapter as the source for those who prefer to read there. Sorry about this issue, take it up with tumblr.
slumped down into the cushions of the couch. A small spark of pain shot up his
spine from his lower back, causing him to conceal a low groan and a grimace.
Stretching out his legs, he leaned his head back to rest on the plush cushions
and closed his eyes, determined to relax for a few minutes.
The drive up
from Edgehall to the manor house at Haven felt like it took forever. The pain
in his back was not terrible, but spending time on the ice was tiring and he
was wrestling with a headache caused, he believed, by hitting his head on the
ice. Everyone else was busy and bustling around in the other rooms. As soon as
they arrived, Ineria announced she’d
start dinner and everyone was to stay. Dante, Rowan, and Matilda all
disappeared up to their rooms out of the way, while Nevena’s sisters and their
partners all piled into the kitchen with Ineria and Josef.
drawing attention to himself, in the chaos Cullen slipped away from the group
to find a quiet place to relax for ten or fifteen minutes. He needed it. The
energy of the market had taken a lot out of him and he simply needed some peace
to recharge before involving himself with dinner and further interaction with
Nevena’s family. The retriever, Beau, accompanied him, and now sat curled up on
the floor by Cullen’s feet. A welcome companion.
needed the time to clear his head. Even though the drive back to Haven was not
awkward in the slightest, Cullen felt certain that there was unspoken tension
growing between himself and Nevena. He had almost
kissed her and knew he should not have. Should not have even been tempted to. Even
if their arrangement allowed for it, there were specific circumstances under
which intimate exchanges were allowed When he unlaced her boots at the ice rink
there had been none of her sisters around, neither of her parents - it was an
impulse. One he almost followed. He wondered what would have happened if his
focus on her had not been shattered.