With one slick hand motion, the knife goes flying. "Cullen! Duck!" I yell. The knife sinks into the thing's back, and green energy- or whatever that is- spews everywhere. Cullen's eyes go blank, and the first thing I worry about is him. It's strange. I feel like, if Cullen dies now that i've met him, i'll never be the same.
Rushing over, I sink my knees into the thick banks of snow, and lift his limp head onto my lap. "Cullen? Cullen!" I try shaking him, lightly, with no luck.
Taking out my staff, I grow a couple tree stumps out of the ground using life sorcery, and ignite it using mage fire. I try shaking him again, and he mumbles lightly. "Cullen!" I exclaim. "Please, I think we need you!" Bad choice of words. I nervously smile. "Heh..." I mumble.
I pull him onto my back, hoping to whatever god existed that my strength wouldn't fail me now. "Cullen- hold on!" I say, beginning to break into a large dash. "Hurry!" A soldier ahead calls, waving me into Skyhold. Just as I grab the supports of the colossal castle, Cullen wakes.
"Oh, I-" Not knowing how to explain, I just drop it. "What happened?" He gasps, seemingly unaware of the harsh weather that surrounds us. "I- threw a knife at that thing, and you passed out!" I shout, coughing up blood. "I'm going to need a better explanation than that," he smiles, but it fades as the blood shows up. "Oh, that's not good." Cullen says beside me.
I cough again, this time the blood surrounded by several green wisps. "Cullen, i'll explain more inside- after I cure myself!" I say, gasping for more breath. "OK..." he says, grasping my shoulders. My eyes go wide. Wider than anything i've ever seen. The armor arround Cullen's hand is ripped, and I have no armor protecting my shoulder. Cullen grasps at bare skin.
He leads me through the door, and into whatever Infrirmary they have. Several soldiers lay on cots, but it seems i'm the only mage in this particular area. "Lay down," Cullen says behind me. I sit down, the metal on the cot freezing my legs through very thin servant material.
"I think you owe me an explanation," Cullen laughs, pulling up a chair. "I do," I say, beginning the spell that will cure me. "So, start." he says. "OK..."
"So I threw the knife, and you collapsed. I did whatever I could to guard you from weather, and eventually I just hefted you up on my back and tried to carry you- well, did carry you- to Skyhold. That's when you woke up."
He lifts up his hand, cupping the left side of my face with it. He then says, "You saved my life," and kisses me. "I-" There are litteraly no words to explain my feelings. "You...?" He asks lightly. "Need to go." I cough up a few green spouts, and run off only to bump into Cassandra. "Watch where you are going, wrectched elf," she growls.
"Sorry-" I gently push her out of the way and run straight forward. Bumping into Sera. "You! You!" she shouts. Please tell me that rumors haven't already spread! I begin to fret about what the rest of the Inquisition will think. The Commander of the Inquisition and a random elf, I think. Iron Bull stops me as I pass by the tavern. "Hey-" he begins. "Sorry, can't talk!" I say, trying to get past him.
He grabs me by the shoulders. I writhe and squirm, but there is no end to the old quanari's grasp. "Let me go!" I try. It doesn't work. "You need to talk to somebody. What's up?" Tears form at the corners of my eyes, though I don't know why. "Fine!" I exclaim. "I'll tell you. Just sit me down."
He releases me and I land on the ground with an 'oof.' "OK. Cullen kiss-" Iron Bull's expression changes. "Oh. I see. You really like Cullen, but you don't want the rest of the Inquisiton to know." He is half correct. "Well, I do like him, but I don't care about the Inquisition's feelings. I care because I might screw it up, Bull. I've never been with anybody."
He stares. "Oh. Well, I can't help you with that." he says with a sigh.
