A Simple Warmth
I’ve been sitting on this for a while. I had some grammatical issues, rewrote it once or twice, and then just shoved it aside for a couple of months, mostly due to anxiety.
Now I’m just saying “to hell with it” and posting it because I think I might actually like it now.
Female Mage Trevelyan x Cullen Rutherford (pre-relationship)
The headache had begun early that morning, even before the sun rose, but the meeting had set it thrashing against his skull. The sun streaming in through the stained glass windows only strained the tense feeling and made him wince whenever he looked up too quickly. He missed the darkened chantry room they held war meetings in while they were in Haven. Skyhold was too open and too bright for his liking.
He had done his best to restrain his hands from rubbing at his aching head during the meeting, setting them instead on the pommel of his sword with a fierce grip. Now that the room was emptying of witnesses he allowed himself the comfort of pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes, anything to stop them from watering and burning. His little tower home was not far. It was dark and somewhat quiet. He needed to make it there before the pain took further root in his brain, but the thought of striding through all those chatty nobles and across the sun baked embattlements only served to make him more nauseous. With a frustrated groan he turned and leaned back against the heavy war table.
“I agree. It was a long meeting with few decisions made.”
He started at the sudden voice, dropping his hands away from his face. He had been certain that everyone had fled after Josephine had called the meeting to a close. But standing a few feet away from him was the Inquisitor, her arms crossed loose across her body. She was watching him, unsure, but smiled when he looked up at her without reproach.