So I've been stalling myself on posting this (because I never like anything I write) but I figured what the hell. Here's some Cullen/Cadash silliness.
“I-I’m sorry.” She was more than a head smaller than him but the anger emanating from her was no less menacing than facing a Kossith. And right now, her focus was solely on him. The others had used the first opportunity to dash out of the hall while Cassandra and Blackwall remained, sworn to duty but looking rather uncomfortable. He tried his best not to fidget or hop from foot to foot while he was standing in front of the large table. “Are you mad?! What were you thinking, running ahead of the rest and storming into a building unchecked? Aren't you my military advisor?" He had messed up, he knew. Despite all the strategies he had planned out and the men he was given for this single mission, he let his guilt - faces of the past are never forgotten - get the better of him. If he was first, he could save them before they died. If he had been faster, no one else would've been hurt. It was very foolish. The plan succeeded without casualties but he had abandoned protocol. And now he felt he deserved the tirade Inquisitor-Commander Cadash was giving him. It wasn't like she didn't get angry before but he had never seen her this angry, not even when Sera killed Ser Francois in his estate before the Commander got to interrogate him. Her hands were practically everywhere, her face all flustered and her eyes seemed wild. Surely if he didn't do his job right, he wasn't worth fussing over? “You could have died! You could have died for the sake of a few scheming nobles! Do you think I would have cared about the rift then?! Do you think anything would've mattered?!” He tried his hardest to keep a straight face, even though it was red of embarrassment. He forced himself to look at her at all times but didn't miss how Cassandra's eyes widened (and narrowed just as quickly) when she said that or how the Commander went abruptly quiet. If Blackwall realized anything, he didn't show. The Commander's flailing hands now lowered themselves to her sides and the Commander herself looked away first. When she brought her fingers to the side of her temple, was she feigning a headache? "For now you'll remain in the keep to help with the plans and you are not to be active in them until further orders. Understood?" She looked at him and despite all that had transpired, the last word wasn't a command at all. It was a plea. The tips of his ears reddened and he could feel his heart in his chest. In the tiniest corner of his brain, he was flattered. In another, he was confused. "Of course, Commander." When she left with Blackwall and Cassandra who were looking at each other as if they knew something, Cullen felt there was definitely something he was being oblivious to.
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