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delrhei_writingTitle: Better Luck Next Time
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Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: Cullen Rutherford/f!Trevelyan
Word Count: 424
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warning: Mild Spoilers
Summary: Cullen gets alone time with the Inquisitor in Orlais.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age nor the characters, just borrowing them from BioWare for a little while.
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writerverse : Challenge #15: January BINGO Table of DOOOOOM! (Phase 13) [Bingo Table]
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“I was really worried abut you this evening,” Cullen's voice was low, his warm touch on her shoulder, giving her a gentle squeeze.
Evelyn gave him a weak smile that didn't reach her eyes and faded just as quickly, her hand covering his briefly, “I was worried for awhile there as well.”
The companionable silence stretched on as the two of them looked out over the gardens, only interrupted by the band having rekindled their want for music in the great hall behind them.
“Will you do me the honor in sharing a dance with me, My Lady?” Cullen stepped back, offering her his hand. When Evelyn turned to catch his expression of mirth, she found herself shedding all weariness as she graciously took his hand.
He spun her into his arms, causing her laughter to make him smile warmly as well. The Inquisitor rested her palms to his chest as he carried her body through the steps of the dance, her grey eyes sparkling in the moonlight as she gazed up at him.
“I didn't think you danced,” she chuckled, “You were so adamant on not doing so earlier.”
“That was then,” Cullen gave her a wink, before dipping her low and rising her up slowly, their eyes never leaving each others. “This is now.” His touch on her lower back was scorching and filled her with excitement as he righted herself, pulling her back against him as they swayed off beat to the music from the great hall.
If she could have, Evelyn would have stayed there on the balcony for the rest of the evening in the arms of her Commander – an Orleasian taboo which she didn't care and for what it seemed, neither did Cullen.
“If I may intrude?” the voice was meek, catching them completely off-guard.
They separated, flushed from their enjoyment and embarrassment as Evelyn addressed the servant, “Yes, what is it?” she found herself clearing her throat as Cullen rubbing the back of his neck as he turned away.
The servant eyed the two of them, before bowing low out of respect, “Empress Celene has requested you and your advisors join her for a toast.”
“Of course,” Evelyn nodded quickly, heading to follow the elven woman.
The Commander shook his head, scratching at the back of his neck, grumbling under his breath before he straightened the collar of his stiff coat and turned to follow them out. Nothing had gone the way he had planned this evening and all he could think was 'Better luck next time.'
Cross Posted to:writerverse
Author:
kryss_delrheiFandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: Cullen Rutherford/f!Trevelyan
Word Count: 424
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warning: Mild Spoilers
Summary: Cullen gets alone time with the Inquisitor in Orlais.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age nor the characters, just borrowing them from BioWare for a little while.
Prompt:
writerverse : Challenge #15: January BINGO Table of DOOOOOM! (Phase 13) [Bingo Table]--
“I was really worried abut you this evening,” Cullen's voice was low, his warm touch on her shoulder, giving her a gentle squeeze.
Evelyn gave him a weak smile that didn't reach her eyes and faded just as quickly, her hand covering his briefly, “I was worried for awhile there as well.”
The companionable silence stretched on as the two of them looked out over the gardens, only interrupted by the band having rekindled their want for music in the great hall behind them.
“Will you do me the honor in sharing a dance with me, My Lady?” Cullen stepped back, offering her his hand. When Evelyn turned to catch his expression of mirth, she found herself shedding all weariness as she graciously took his hand.
He spun her into his arms, causing her laughter to make him smile warmly as well. The Inquisitor rested her palms to his chest as he carried her body through the steps of the dance, her grey eyes sparkling in the moonlight as she gazed up at him.
“I didn't think you danced,” she chuckled, “You were so adamant on not doing so earlier.”
“That was then,” Cullen gave her a wink, before dipping her low and rising her up slowly, their eyes never leaving each others. “This is now.” His touch on her lower back was scorching and filled her with excitement as he righted herself, pulling her back against him as they swayed off beat to the music from the great hall.
If she could have, Evelyn would have stayed there on the balcony for the rest of the evening in the arms of her Commander – an Orleasian taboo which she didn't care and for what it seemed, neither did Cullen.
“If I may intrude?” the voice was meek, catching them completely off-guard.
They separated, flushed from their enjoyment and embarrassment as Evelyn addressed the servant, “Yes, what is it?” she found herself clearing her throat as Cullen rubbing the back of his neck as he turned away.
The servant eyed the two of them, before bowing low out of respect, “Empress Celene has requested you and your advisors join her for a toast.”
“Of course,” Evelyn nodded quickly, heading to follow the elven woman.
The Commander shook his head, scratching at the back of his neck, grumbling under his breath before he straightened the collar of his stiff coat and turned to follow them out. Nothing had gone the way he had planned this evening and all he could think was 'Better luck next time.'
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