Dragon Age: Inquisition series

Long hair and taven talks

Summary:
He loved listening to her recount her missions, the way her arms moved and flailed as she described an enemy, and how her green eyes would light up at a mention of finding a dragon's hold.

Notes:
Yes I romanced Cullen. Totally original. My Lavellan Inquisitor has pixie-cut hair usually but I thought it would grow out eventually if she didn't have the time to cut it.
Anea is pronounced "Ah-Nn-YEY". Art by me

The tavern was filled with soft music and cheerful laughter. Iron Bull and Krem wet sitting in the corner with a few other chargers, Bull describing the scuffle he has with Anea over wanting to fight the dragon in the Emerald Graves, and being sorely disappointed when denied that privilege.
Cassandra and Dorian sat at the bar, Dorian downing another glass of Anea's private wine stocks. To which she didn't mind, yet.

Anea sat with Cullen a little ways from Cassandra and Dorian. Cullen had made the delightful mistake of asking the Inquisitor how the mission in the Emerald Graves went.
Unlike most other times, the Inquisitor and her party decided to stay for a month in the Emerald Graves, the longest time they had spent away from Skyhold, and their time away was evident.

Cullen knew that Dalish elves growth was slightly faster than that of a humans, but he didn't expect to see the proof of that. Nevertheless, he watched the Inquisitor with wonder as her longer hair got in her face, caught on her ear rings, and fell over her shoulders. Her hands moved when she spoke, their movements growing louder and flashier the more she went on.

"Cullen you should have seen it! It was huge!" Anea made an upward sweeping motion with her hands to get the point across, "If it wasn't for my exhaustion, and our lack of supplies, I would've lead Bull into battle with it."
The dragon had appeared on the day they had set to leave the Emerald Graves, and Bull had been over the moon.

"But then this Freeman arse pounced on us and-" in Anea's excitement she swung her hand too wildly and cracked Cullen in the nose.

"Maker's pants, Inquisitor!" Cullen howled, clutching his nose and trying to steady himself so as to not fall from the barstool.

"Holy Andaste, Cullen I'm sorry!" Anea apologised, grabbing Cullen's hand and pulling it away from his face so she could see the damage she caused.

Cassandra tried to contain her laughter, her shoulders shook with silent giggles. Dorian was less successful, he made odd noises as a laugh escaped his lips.

Cullen grunted and sniffed. "Nothing's broken." He said. He took the hand Anea and smacked him with and inspected it. The back of her hand was red from where it had collided with his nose. He gently kisses the spot, rendering Anea speechless.

She cleared her throat and used her free hand to brush her hair out of her face again. "Maker's breath my hair's gotten long."

Cullen ran his fingers through the length of it, staring from the roots at the top of her head. Anea closed her eyes and hummed happily.
"I don't think it looks that bad." He said.

She half smiled and opened her eyes, an eyebrow cocked. "I'm not growing it out." She responded