Dread Wolf (Mature)

Taken

  -Cullens point of view-

His heart raced as hordes upon hordes of enemies swarmed in every direction, slaughtering his allies as he watched he couldn't do anything to save them, the enemies seemed to run  right past him. He felt invisible, he was...

His legs jolted him awake as he breathed heavily, snow fell ontop of his broad shoulders, they were tensed up heavily. His breath came out in heavy rasps as he was trying to make out the dream.

"Damn lyrium dreams!" He roared in his head

His fist came down onto his tableside causing a loud 'BANG!" to follow along with it.

Only to hear a cough on the other side of the room, his pupils dilated as he saw this Inquisitor staring directly at him in worry.

"Makers breath, you frightened me." He mumbled, his body tensed as she got closer to sit next to him on the bed.

He wasn't wearing clothes, he tends to do that when he goes to bed since of the late night sweats that get him the most.

"I-Inquisitor" he mumbled shyly, his face feeling overly hot.

He always had feelings for the elven woman, her blonde hair seemed to radiat in the moonlight, snow flakes just falling all over the strands it felt like another dream.

He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep, shaky breath.

"Are you alright, Cullen?" She whispered in her Irish accent.

He loved the Dalish's accents, they were so profound and gorgeous sounding.

"I-...Er..." He trailed off nervously.

"Damn it! Why does she make me like this?" He sighed.

Looking directly into her brown eyes he pretty much melted away at that point.

"Lyrium" he simply stated, averting his gaze soonely after to stare at the moon lit hole in his ceiling.

He saw her in his side vision slowly nodding, he knew she thought it was his fault he always felt this overwhelming state of sadness from her aura when it was brought up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-.." He sighed as he trailed off looking down as if he was ashamed.

"It was my fault, it wasn't yours Inquisitor." He smiled lightly trying to lighten up the mood.

But that seemingly didn't work she seemed overly upset, perhaps it was Solas they did have a romance going on before he up and left her heartbroken.

Cullen felt the rage building up from his core, his mucles tensed drastically.

"That son of a whore." He thought to himself.

"Like you're any better, look at you you're pathetic" a dark voice rang in his head.

The lyrium puts a dark side in his mindset it drove him nuts constantly putting him down, driving him mad.

"Cullen?" Her accent rung out and pulled his attention away from his sudden break-down.

His face flushed slightly, as he tilted his head towards the left side pieces of his golden hair moved with just slightly covering over the top of his ears, he was drenched in his nightly terror sweat, even as cold as it was during the winter.

Snow started to frequently fall onto the bed steadily, his eyes drifted up and he took note that he must get that fixed as soon as possible.

In the middle of his thoughts he was invited by a sudden warm touch right on his chest, he heart started to drum drastically the small hand seemed to hold up to so much power over him.

"I hate that she has this power over me.." He thought to himself.

His muscles began to relax, his hazel eyes met with hers and within that moment it felt like the world stopped, the snow seemed to not even bother at the point.

She inched closer towards him her body heat was smothering him.

"Cullen.." She whispered her lips were dangerously close to his.

"I need to find Solas" she said bluntly.

His heart filled with sudden dread, it hurt him so much but he knew that the inquisitor would never fall for a commander, even one like him.

"Unstable, pathetic." The voice rang in his cranium as the tears started to gather in his eyes. He knew it was for nothing but why did it hurt so much?

With that she got up and so did her warmth. He closed his eyes so that she didn't have to see that this moment in particular broke him to pieces.

Within those next twenty minutes she was gone and he was left alone once more, he pushed himself backwards onto the bed with a heavy sigh, looking directly at the hole.

"Just like me, broken" he muttered to himself.