After a long day, the commander kicked off his boots and sat under a tree, enjoying the soft breeze as he watched leaves fall.

“I shouldn’t be allowed?”

“I- uh...” he cleared his throat, blushing from cheeks to ears. “I’m flattered, thank you.”

He’s a bit tired this morning, he hasn’t even put his armor on yet.

He MIGHT be holding back laughter, but, he would pass if off as clearing his throat. “Inquisitor, how might I be of assistance?”

He’s grumping about again, looking sluggish.

Once again, he has found himself thumping his head against his desk softly, trying to bring the focal point of his headache forward instead of behind his eyes.

//replies later

“He lives!”

“Well, I’m grateful that you do.”

//Looking for mains, any character and ocs are welcome. I would just like to actually write here more.

//So sorry for being away for so long. Many bad things after another. Though, let’s get back to it!

|| Here’s a little something in the works. wattpad.com/1038233094-his… #dragonage #fanfiction #fanfic #crossover

Cullen was scribbling away at paperwork, tired and irritated. As per usual.

||okayyy so I might delete this account idk it seems pretty pointless to have.