Mystia: The Templar Inquisitor of the Inquisition

Twelve

Mystia scratched at an itch on her left arm. "Fucken mosquitoes!" She growled as she swatted at one of the tiny bloodsuckers, flattening the annoying insect under her hand. She knew that this was a losing battle as they were surrounded by a swarm of the things buzzing around them constantly. Thanks to Dorian, the group received some respite at times but it never lasted long as the buggers were persistent. Mystia had written to Cullen and the man could have only imagined the agony that having such annoying things bothering her and had promised to have a bath and a salve to help soothe the itching ready for her upon her return, which thankfully would be sometime later this evening. Dorian cast another spell dealing with the cold and their horses made a break for it as they entered the mountain passes where the climate started to become too cold for the irritating things. "Oh, Maker! Sweet relief!" Mystia could almost cry and she could tell the others were just as glad to be rid of the tiny buzzing insects as she was. It didn't matter if it was spring, summer or fall, she found that mosquitoes were attracted to her no matter what she did, and she had tried everything to drive them away. But living in a place that was surrounded by mountains with snow on them year round had its advantages as that was a huge relief to her.

"We are home," Varric said as their horses picked up the pace a bit. Once they were inside the gate, Mystia led her horse over to the stables where a stablehand was quick to take the reins as she hopped down.

"Make sure to give the horses a good rub down. The mosquitoes are thick this year." Mystia told the young man as the Stable Master nodded in understanding, Mystia knew Cullen was in a meeting at this moment with an "important noble" and decided against going to find him as she headed up directly to their room where she found that a soothing bath was getting started. Mystia smiled to herself as she began to remove her armor while fighting the urge to scratch at the bites on her left arm. Once the bath was fully prepared, Mystia was just yanking out her rawhide hairband when Cullen came up out of breath as he had barely been able to hold back his worry for her. Upon seeing her he let out a sigh of relief and she shook her head, he had taken the steps two at a time and she knew that it wore him out to do that. "You do realize that you aren't as young as you used to be right?" She asked in a teasing tone as he caught her words and gave her an unamused looked, which had her turning away to hide the smile on her face as she lifted up her leg and placed it on her chair to start undoing the strap where a dagger rested in its sheath on her lower leg.

"I know but soon enough you will be struggling with those stairs as well." He explained walking over to her after he managed to catch his breath. "Let me see." He said as she lifted up her arm, "this is worse than the last time you went out."

"What can I say? The fuckers love me." Mystia frowned as he stood shaking his head. "I thought you had a meeting to be in?" She questioned as she sat down to remove her boots.

"Josephine took over as they began to talk politics."

"Ah so it was the usual: Get the Commander to show up and discuss military things then send him away when he's not useful anymore." Mystia frowned as he shrugged. "She and I are going to have a long discussion about that later." Cullen chuckled as he imagined how that conversation would go. He helped her remove the rest of her outfit and as she entered the bath he went to lock the door to give them some privacy and soon found his armor and underclothing removed and joined her. He helped to scrub her down and kissed the back of her neck as they relaxed into each other. Cullen had a thought and Mystia seemed to be sharing it as she carefully turned around and ending up straddling him, they kissed which turned into a fiery passion as they remained together in the tub. Bull had confirmed Cullen's and Mystia's thought and now all Cullen wanted to do was keep her close. By the time Cullen had released into her, both were well spent with their energy and now he was running his hand through Mystia's soaking hair.