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The Mage and the Templars	By : Nyghtlei17 Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 8458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kitsune crawled into her bed and pulled the thick blanket up to her neck. She had skipped supper, she couldn’t eat. She wanted to dream, she wanted to sleep. Happiness found her in the Fade. It didn’t matter if it was short lived, it was better than being awake and in pain. She shut her eyes tight, freeing the hot droplets from the rim of her eyes. All I want is to forget.
There was a hand touching her, shaking her fiercely. She shrugged it off and rolled onto her side. “Kitsune,” she heard her name and grumbled something. “Kitsune”
Angry, she rolled over to see Wynne. “Wynne?” she said sleepily. It was dark in the quarters. It must’ve been very late. “What is it?”
The woman put a single finger to her lips and tossed Kitsune’s robes onto her chest. Quietly she slipped on her robes and combed her fingers through her hair making sure to cover the points of her ears. Wynne lead her through the maze of sleeping mages. Neither of them spoke as they walked through the halls, sneaking past the pacing Templars. They came to the door to the infirmary. Suddenly, she knew what Wynne was up to.
Kitsune tried to protest, she didn’t want to go in. She knew who was on the other side of the door and she didn’t want to put herself through the torture of seeing him. “No”, she whispered as Wynne opened the door. “I do not want…” She stopped talking when the old woman shoved her in the tiny crack of the door and shut it quickly behind her. It was dark, no candles, no lanterns. She could barely see in front of her, she put her hands up to try and feel her way through the room. She stopped abruptly when she felt warm skin on the palms of her hands.
Neither of them moved, nor spoke. She kept her hands on his chest, she could feel the bones through his skin, the pulse of his heart. Large warm hands grabbed hers and pulled her into the chest. She breathed in his smell and she could feel him bury his nose in her silver hair and inhale deeply. She trembled against him, he tightened his arms around her slender frame. “You’re shaking”, he said, muffled by her hair. The sound of his voice made her heart skip. He moved a hand up her back, her neck, and rested it on the back of her head.
She wanted to see him. She freed a hand and held it out, letting a little bit of warmth gather there, a small flame poked from her hand. Either the shadows were cruel or his face was really that slender and pale. He was no longer the strong jawed, tan, Templar she had remembered. She reached with her other hand to stroke the scar that went from his cheek to his lips. He leaned his face into her hand, she could feel the stubble of his beard on her palm. Words wouldn’t come to her. She didn’t want to say anything, she just wanted to stare at him. She wanted to study his honey eyes and make sure she wasn’t in the Fade.
With the arm that was still wrapped around her he pulled her up to him, her feet leaving the ground. She looked away from him as he studied her face. “Are you alright?” he asked her. She managed a nod but nothing more. A thousand things came to her mind. She wanted to tell him how long she dreamt of this, how long she had wanted to see him with open eyes but all that seemed silly now.
He set her back on the ground and smiled faintly at her. She remembered the last time she had seen him. So still and frail, lying on that bed. How she brushed her lips against his. She wanted that now, to kiss warm and responsive lips not cold and unmoving ones. He closed her hand, extinguishing the small flame. She could only see the outline of his face in the darkness, the tip of his nose and the bow of his lips. He moved a hand to her face, cradling it. It was so comforting in the night, she welcomed his calloused hand on her cheek. She felt an uncontrollable sob pulling her to the floor but he kept her against him.
The only sounds she managed was sniffling and gasping as her tears collected on her face and his hand. “I…” she choked. “I thought you would never…”
Cullen pushed her wet face into his chest. “I didn’t think I would either.” He tilted her chin upwards, they were so close she could almost see his eyes. He pressed his prominent nose to her tiny one.
“I tried to save you”, she breathed onto his lips and she felt the heat of her breath trapped between them. “The horrible things I said to you…” Her eyes were closed, remembering how she shoved him against the bookshelves. “I am sorry”
His breath tickled her lips when he spoke. “I know”, he cooed. She put her hands at his hips and slowly ran her hands up his sides, feeling him and reassuring herself that he truly stood there in front of her. He shivered as she passed over his ribs, ribs she could feel poking through the skin. She found her hands wrapped around the back of his neck.
“Cullen”, she whispered. “We cannot.”
He huffed and let his hands drop to his sides.   “I know”
“You are a Templar…” Reluctantly she pulled her hands down.
“I-I know.”
“I am a mage… and an elf.” She hated admitting the truth.
“I know”, he hissed. “I know!”
She flinched in the darkness. “I should go”, she turned to leave but felt his hand pull her waist. The back of her head bumped against his chest.
“Don’t”, he said. His breath was hot on the tip of her ear. He moved her hair to expose it. “Please stay”, he begged while tracing the outline of her ear with his finger. It sent a strange feeling down her neck and right into her stomach.
Kitsune turned around and steadied his face with both her hands. She stood on her toes to reach his mouth. She pressed her lips to his. They were warm and dry but it didn’t matter. He leaned into her, she felt the stubble of his beard poking her chin. She dropped her hands and pulled away from him. Guilt rose up to her throat but was quickly replaced with an unfamiliar feeling.   He stepped away from her and grabbed something she couldn’t see. He handed it to her, a candle. She lit it with her magic and he set it on a small table next to the bed. He sat down and ran a visibly shaky hand through his blonde hair.
She sat down next to him. She stared at the floor waiting for him to speak. He never did. He simply pulled her down to the pillows with him and held her against his chest. She was too tired to protest or maybe too happy. She knew she should get back to her quarters but she wanted to stay here with him. Licking her lips and tasting him one more time, she began to drift.
The smell of food coaxed her out of her sleep. She squinted at a bowl of porridge sitting on a small table. Looking around the infirmary she remembered why she was there, she didn’t see him. Her hunger overtook her, she ate the porridge. She barely noticed the infirmary door opening and closing.
“That was mine you know”, he said. She looked up at him and realized how dreadful she must look. Her hair was tangled on top of her head, her cheeks filled with warm porridge, and her pointed ears were sticking out, not covered by her silver hair.
She swallowed the food in her mouth, “Sorry”, she said as she handed the mostly empty bowl to him.
He smiled, “That’s alright I’ll just eat yours”, he said gesturing to the smaller bowl of porridge in his hand. “I couldn't very well carry two bowls, I didn’t want anyone questioning me. S-so I had to pretend to go back for seconds.” He sat next to her, it was now in the light of dawn that she saw his body. He had a scar on his neck and few small ones on the back of his hand. She remembered digging her nails into him as he dragged her out of the library.
She remained silent as he ate his food like he had never eaten before. “Cullen?”, she started to say as he set the empty bowl on the table. “In the library… with the… Abomination…”
He looked at her, watching her fumble with her hair as she tried to cover her ears. “It electrocuted you and you passed out.” This wasn’t what she wanted to hear but she thought it best not to interrupt him. “I managed to stab it. It hardly did a thing but it gave me enough time to grab you and run.” He stopped for a moment, then continued, “It tried to pull me back. I didn’t get very far before it slashed me across the face. I stabbed it again, that time I got away. I carried you to the dining hall and found Wynne. That’s… all I remember”
Something didn’t add up. Why would a slash across the face make him fall into comatose for almost two months. “Cullen”, she touched his wrist, “what happened to you?”
He looked away from her, “What does it matter? I’m fine now”
She pressed him further. “What happened to you?”
“It wasn’t me it was happening to”, he said softly. “It was trying to turn you into an... Abomination.”
She sat frozen with her hand still on his wrist, “W-What?”
“He started to enter… your body… I couldn’t stop him. It was you but it wasn’t you.”
“What was not me, Cullen?”, she moved her hand away from him.
“He was controlling you”, he said softly. “He made you attack me.” Her heart dropped to a pit somewhere in her stomach as he spoke. “You grabbed my sword and swung it at me and sliced my face.” He paused to look at her. She knew she had a look of terror on her face. “It wasn’t you.”
“I-I know that”, she reached out to touch the scar on his face. “I wish I had not have been so weak. This would have never happened to you.”
“It’s not as bad as what I did to you” he pulled her hand away from his face. “I had to use Holy Smite…”
The Templars had their powers, she knew that. They took Lyrium to gain them, that’s how they kept the mages in line. But Holy Smite? That was only used when there were no other options and for a new Templar to use such power should’ve killed him. “That is why you were in comatose…”, she said.
He nodded. “I got you to Wynne but that must have been adrenaline.”
“You did the right thing, Cullen”, she tried to reassure him.
He made a sound almost like a laugh but violent. “So I’ve been told.”
Wynne came back to the infirmary shortly after their conversation to help Kitsune sneak back to her quarters. She ruffled his shaggy blonde hair letting her hand fall to his face where rested it on his scar. He placed a large hand over hers. She forced herself to pull away from him.

   Kitsune didn’t return to the infirmary. Wynne told her during her practices of Cullen’s recovery, he had put on almost all of his original weight in two weeks and was already back on his rounds. She watched him in the dining hall and he watched her. It was much too risky to be seen together so they stayed apart. One night at dinner, Kitsune looked to Wynne who sat across from her at the emptying banquet table. “Senior Enchanter”, she said pushing some overcooked vegetables around on her plate. “Why are you helping me and…” she looked around the dining hall. “Him?”
Wynne chewed her food before answering, “You cannot help who you love”, she said.
Love? She didn’t love him… did she? Certainly he didn’t love her… right? She brushed loose silver tendrils away from her plate and left the conversation at that.
The next morning Kitsune found herself running errands for the First Enchanter. She got a few things from the Tranquil, Owain at the storage room. She delivered papers to Senior Enchanters and Templar Commanders. “Sit down child”, he said to her as she returned from her final delivery. She sat in the chair he gestured to. “Wynne tells me that your practices are going wonderfully”, he said.
She heard a disgusting snorting sound and looked up at the Knight-Commander who was standing in the shadows of the room. “Yes, ser.”
“I think it is time you had your Harrowing”, said Irving.
She made no sounds. She wasn’t scared or upset she was actually happy she could finally get it out of the way.
“You have two days to prepare yourself. It will take place at dawn”, he smiled his wrinkled smile at her. “Also, you may request a Templar to oversee your Harrowing. If you choose no one then it will be Ser Greagoir.”
She could hear Greagoir shift his weight in his armour.   When your Harrowing comes, I will be the one to strike you down. She shivered as she remembered his words Kitsune bowed quietly out of the room. Once she was on the other side of the door, she exhaled the breath she had been holding. She had to find Cullen.
She checked the library, the apprentice quarters, the storage room, the dining room, she even stopped at the infirmary and asked Wynne if she had seen him. Nothing. The Circle was big but it wasn't that big. He had to be somewhere. She rechecked each place hoping she had just missed him, still nothing. Frustrated she went to her quarters and sat on her bed. Maker's breath where was he? A few hours passed and it was time for supper. She made her way to the dining hall, she was almost twenty minutes late for her meal but she enjoyed the empty hall. She passed by the Grand Doors as she made her way, that's when she heard his voice.
"Yes, ser", he said to one of his commanders. She hid in a dimly lit corner of the wall when she heard him coming her way. She pulled him to her when he stepped in front of her. "Whoa!", he said as he was pulled into the corner. "W-What are you doing?"
She didn't speak for fear the nearby officers would hear her. She took his leather hand in hers and slipped into a small room. He shut the door behind him and locked it. He looked at her with a stern look on his face. A 'you better have a good reason for that' face. "My Harrowing is in two days", she said to the wooden floor.
He didn't move but the lines in his face smoothed. "Kitsune... I-"
She held up her hand to silence him. "Greagoir wants to kill me if... if I become an Abomination. I know that is the way things work but", she swallowed the knot in her throat. "He wants nothing more than to kill me. Abomination or not."
Cullen grimaced. "Kitsune, you won't. I know you're strong enough."
"And if I am not?", she challenged. "If I am not then what, Cullen?" Her hands began to shake with anger. "I do not want to become a monster and kill someone. I do not want to hurt First Enchanter Irving, or Senior Enchanter Wynne, or... or you."
He let his shoulders sag, "Please don't ask this of me"
She reached out for his hand, he pulled away, she snatched it and held the glove to her face. "Please, Cullen", she rubbed her face against his hand. "If I do not come back, if I do not come back as me... I need you to end it."
"I can't."
"It will not be me anymore", she pleaded with him.
"I won't do it."
She grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look into her eyes, she was startled by tears that began to well in his eyes. "Please, Cullen. This is what you are."
He sighed, "Alright", he croaked. "Alright."
Relief washed over her, she leaned on him, his metal breastplate uncomfortable against her chest. "Thank you."
"Promise me."
He didn't have to say what. She knew. "I promise."
"How do I know you're not lying?", he held her out by shoulders and searched her face. "How do I know?"
"Because I would never hurt you", she reached for the scar on his face. "Never intentionally."
He pressed his mouth to hers. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her close. Eagerly she returned the kiss. "Come back to me", he said as he pulled away from her. "Promise me". She answered him with another kiss. She parted his lips with hers and accidentally grazed his teeth with her tongue. Stunned at her own boldness she tried to pull away but he held her in place. She was overpowered by him easily. She didn't mind. His tongue found it's way into her mouth, tickling her. Her hands acted on their own, sweeping across his armour, his arms, his hair.
She nibbled on his bottom lip, he growled into her open mouth. "That hurt", he said in a hoarse voice. She smiled under him and nibbled again. He grabbed the back of her neck and she gasped. "You said you would never hurt me." His honey eyes stared deep into her.
He moved her head to the side and with his free hand, pushed the silver hair away. Her ear was exposed, she could feel his breath on it. The sensation of his mouth on the tip of her ear made her shiver. The nibbling made her moan. She reached for his face and directed it back to hers. "Do not do that", she huffed.
"Did it hurt?", he asked, a playful tone in his voice.
She felt the color rise in her cheeks. "No", she said softly.
"It's what you are", he repeated back to her, "don't be ashamed." He ran his gloved hand through her hair. Exposing both of her ears. "There. Much better."
"It does not bother you?", she asked.
He still had the back of her neck cupped in his large hand. He tilted her head back, making her stare at the ceiling. His lips touched the base of her neck and she felt her entire body respond to him. He used his lips, teeth, and tongue to climb her neck all the way up to her ears. He kissed them both and guided her head back to face him.
"I kissed you while you slept", she said quietly.
He raised an eyebrow.
"I... I thought you were going to-"
He kissed her forcefully. She wrapped her fingers in his hair. This is not enough, she thought. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin. She reached for the leather glove and slipped it off his hand. He released her neck and removed the other one with his teeth. She put both her hands in his. He weaved his fingers around hers. "How far is this going to go?", she wasn't sure if he actually wanted an answer.
"Probably too far."
He smiled at her words. "Is that okay with you?"
“Have you ever…?”, he asked.
She shook her head. There was hardly anyone in the Circle that would talk to her other than Jowan. This never came up, not even a kiss. “You?”
“Yes”, he told her. “Before I joined the Templars.”
She blushed at the thought of him doing this with someone else. She even felt a bit envious of the girl it had been with. That was another Cullen, she thought. One that she didn’t know, the one before he was forbidden to her. “What was her name?”
He sighed heavily, “Julia.”
“Was she human?” She immediately regretted asking aloud when the space above his nose crinkled.
“Yes.”
“W-was she normal?” she pressed.
“Normal?” He raised an eyebrow.
She remained silent and let him make it out on his own.
Exhaling he said, “She was not a mage if that’s what you mean.”
   Julia was everything that she wanted to be, she felt envy build in her. She shook the feelings away. What did it matter? He was here with her now.
   He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her pointed ear, a reassuring smile on his face. “Are you scared?”
   Truthfully, she was terrified. At the risk of him stopping, she shook her head.
   He cupped her supple breast with a firm grip, her nails dug into his armour. He grabbed one of her legs and propped it against his hips. Her moans escalated when he pressed his pelvis against hers. As he rocked into her the metal of his armour scraped her skin. “Cullen”, she gasped. “Take this off.” She grabbed a small handful of golden waves as he kissed her before pulling away.
   She helped him unlatch the leather straps under his breastplate. Her hands shook, making it difficult to remove the guards on his shoulders. Cullen remained still as she undressed him, watching her with honey eyes. The last piece of armour fell to the floor with a clink.
   He picked her up by the waist and lifted her onto a table in the corner of the room as if she weighed nothing at all. She draped her arms around his neck, letting them fall down his back. The material of his undershirt was soft and slightly damp with sweat. He stared up at her and not for the first time she noticed how perfect he was. He cleared everything off the table; scrolls, runes, and vials rolled onto the floor. He pulled her gently to the edge of the table with her legs dangling off. He crouched and began pulling her robes up her legs. Her heart fluttered in her stomach. Rough and calloused hands rubbed the sensitive skin of her thighs. A hand brushed across her underwear, making her jump and bite her bottom lip.
The robes joined the armour on the floor. She was painfully aware of his eyes trailing every part of her exposed body. His fingers pinched her erect nipples under her brassiere. She moaned and squirmed under him. “Cullen”, she cupped his face in both of her hands. He leaned close to her face, the tip of his nose touched hers. His hands slid down the length of her torso, making her arch into his touch. His hand didn’t stop until it was under the fabric of her underwear. Cullen kissed her as her eyes fluttered shut. Their tongues touched and his nose bent against hers. “Is this okay?”, he asked.
“Yes”, she responded, breathlessly.
He slid a finger between her folds. Her legs twitched when he found her slightly erect clitoris. He made little circles around it, causing her to moan and pant. He rubbed it quicker and harder, small mewing noises escaped from her lips. The faster he rubbed her the louder she cried out. He covered her mouth with his hand. “Try to stay quiet”, he whispered to her. She pressed his hand harder against her mouth.
She watched him as he pleasured her. His jaw clenched, his eyes were barely open, and the muscles in his forearm twitched. She closed her eyes and dug her nails into the back of his hand muffling her cries. His actions slowed then came to a stop. He slid her underwear down her legs and onto the floor. He put his hands on her knees and spread her legs wide. Exposed and embarrassed, Kitsune blushed. She stared up at the ceiling and listened to the thumping of her heart in her ears. The feeling of something wet flicking against her clit made her bite down on her lip so hard she thought she’d drawn blood. “Cul...len”, she moaned.
He groaned into her folds at the sound of his own name. His tongue lapped at her clit, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. She tangled her hands in his hair and bucked her hips. His hands gripped the backs of her thighs and squeezed. She bit harder on her lip, whimpering from the mix of pleasure and pain. Her legs were quivering and her eyes rolled back. A finger entered her soaking entrance, sending her over the edge. Her body convulsed and the space between her legs clenched and unclenched around his finger as he continued to lick. Her legs closed involuntarily, his head getting caught between her thighs. Her hips had risen off the table and lowered back down as she unravelled. She panted and opened her eyes again as he removed his finger.
He stood up and leaned over her, pressing his lips to hers. She could taste herself on him. She felt him grind into her as they kissed. Her hips moved on their own, welcoming him to all that she had. A low growl came from his throat as he pulled away. “Stop me”, he stared into her eyes.
   She touched his nose with hers, “No.” She reached down and pulled his thin pants to his thighs. He pulled them down to his ankles and kicked them to the door. She looked down between them, seeing his nakedness a few inches away from hers. His erection was large and intimidating. She had only had his finger inside of her. Now this? He put a warm hand on her naked belly. “Relax, Kitsune.”
   She drew in a deep breath and rested against the wall behind her. She could feel herself dripping onto the table. He moved his hips closer as she exhaled. His finger and mouth was nothing compared to this. It hurt for the first few thrusts, she relaxed and let him guide her along. She put one hand on his chest and one in his soft blonde hair. He was gentle with her, holding her, pushing into her softly. “Cullen”, she moaned into his chest.
   The lines in his face were back. His eyes were glazed over with an emotion she didn’t recognize, seeing through her. “Say it again”, he said, his voice husky. He thrust into her harder this time. She bit her lip to stifle a cry of pleasure. “Say it”, he demanded as the front of his thighs slapped against the back of hers. She looked down at where their bodies were connected. Her flat stomach bulged a bit as he entered her and flattened as he exited.
“Cu...llen”, she whispered into his ear. She put hand on the bulge in her stomach and felt him poking through stomach and hitting the palm of her hand. The more he slammed into her, the higher her hand rose over the bulge, and the louder she moaned.
He covered her mouth again. “Try to be quiet, love.”
Love. Is this love?   She hoped it was. Her breaths quickened under his hand. The tingling started in her stomach and travelled down to the hot space between her legs. With each of his thrusts the sensation intensified. Her back arched, her hips bucked in rhythm with his.   Her head dropped back, she knew the ceiling was above her but she couldn’t see that now. Just stars and colors she didn’t know the names of. She moaned her ecstasy into his warm palm. Her legs shook, squeezing his sides as she unraveled under the shield of his body. He nipped her neck and growled low in his throat. His thrusts grew quicker, less rhythmic, less caring, more instinctive. He removed his hand from her mouth and placed it over his own bulge poking through her skin.
Cullen shuddered into her, moaning into her neck, followed by the warmth of his release inside of her, coating her walls with his pleasure. Removing his hand from her stomach to push loose strands of blonde hair out of his face, he steadied himself. She ached as he removed himself from her. His chest was heaving and his eyes were half open. Kitsune lie back on the table, her legs were much too weak to support her own weight and she could feel his remnants drip out of her and onto the table. She closed her eyes and listened to him shuffle around the room, she heard the clinking of his armour.
A hand on the core of her stomach snapped her back to reality. She studied him, his face set in way that she hadn’t seen before. Was it guilt? Regret? Disgust? “Cullen?”
He didn’t smile, his voice was still husky when he spoke. “I should go.” She went to place her hand on top of his but he pulled away. “Wait awhile before you go.” He left her without another word, shutting the door quietly behind him.
She hopped off the table, her knees almost giving way. A loud bang came from the other side of the door, and it shook. The clinking faded away somewhere down the hall. She used her underwear to wipe the table and slipped her robes over her head. She waited for what seemed like five minutes before she exited the small room. The door shut quietly behind her, she turned to go down the hall. She saw splintered wood at the top of the door, pieces of wood on the floor. I should have stopped him.
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