Miscommunication - An Andraste’s Witch Side Story
Pairings: Cullen x F!Witch!Inquisitor
Summary: As Cullen struggles a wee bit with jealousy, Finley jumps to the wrong conclusions.
Word Count: 1197
For @thesecondsealwrites‘ #sexlaughterhonesty week <3
Cullen lay in bed, staring up through the hole in his ceiling at the night sky as he tried to think of anything other than the brave warden currently residing in Skyhold.
Finley was his—or he liked to think so, anyway, considering he was the one she curled up with at night—and yet there was no denying the way her whole face lit up the second Alistair walked into the room. She always dropped whatever she was doing to ask how he felt, to feel him for a fever, to inspect every inch of him she could see for signs he might be sick.
She was a healer, and a damned good one, and Cullen tried to tell himself she was just being dutiful, but she never did that to him and more than that, today, when she’d been inspecting Alistair, her fingers had feathered against the man’s cheek, and Cullen had nearly lost it.
He didn’t want her touching anyone else so intimately, even if she was a healer, even if…
Maker help him, but he felt like an idiot.