#elf inquisitor

Summary: The Inquisitor enjoys seeing Cullen flustered much to Ser Rutherford’s disapproval Word count: 492 A/N: this isn’t necessarily an x reader but more so a fic about Cullen and my female inquisitor Fiona (because I love them my little boopsies). That being said I’m not gonna use a name but I will be using she/her pronouns and describing her appearance-wise like my inquisitor so if you want to interpret this as an x reader be my guest just know it’s not really intended to be one!! >< Warnings: none!!

It was hard for him to focus.

Cullen was supposed to be inspecting the newest recruits forms- making sure they knew which side to grip their blade from and how to properly hold their shields, not stumble around like a blundering idiot.

But oh it was impossible. The inquisitor was much to pretty to be out on a battle field like this.

Her pale skin turned rosy from the cold, her breaths coming out in clouds of air each time she spoke.

Speaking of which, Cullen had not been listening to a single word she’d been saying. Far too busy nodding his head and staring at the way her golden eyelashes fluttered with each blink.

“Do you take vows?” Asked the inquisitor, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her pointed ear.

“Excuse me?” Flustered Cullen, snapping from his reverie to look the inquisitor in her eyes before clearing his throat.

“The order.” She smiled, clearly sensing that Cullen’s mind had been elsewhere during their conversation. Cullen groaned internally, wishing he could kick himself in the head.

“We uh… vow to serve the Maker yes.” He explained, busying his hands with straightening invisible wrinkles in his jacket. “And to protect the world from dangerous uses of magic.”

The inquisitor hummed thoughtfully, rocking back and forth on her heels playfully before shooting Cullen a small smile.

“And physical temptations… do templars have to abstain from such things?” She asked, her wide eyes much to kind to be hinting at such things.

Cullen’s face went bright pink, choking on his own spit in an attempt to respond to the inquisitor.

“We um- uh… I-“ he stumbled, coughing slightly as he cleared his throat. “We can marry your worship… but uh… templars seldom do so…”

The inquisitor seemed to pout playfully at that, though the mirth in her eyes spoke unsaid volumes to how much fun she was having teasing Cullen.

“Some templars do vow celibacy in dedication to the maker however…” Cullen explained, trying to retain a modicum of decency trying to push the sudden barrage of unwanted thoughts pertaining to him and the inquisitor from his mind.

“And have you?” She asked, that deceptively adorable smile gracing her lips once more. “Taken such a vow?”

“No…” Cullen coughed, kicking himself mentally for responding to quickly. Don’t look so desperate Rutherford…

“Maker can we please speak of something else?” Begged the previous Templar knight, his skin felt like it was on fire and if his heart were to beat any faster Cullen feared dropping to the floor dead in front of all his new recruits.

“Mm… I suppose…” sighed the inquisitor teasingly, giving in to this torturous game of cat and mouse between them. “Tell me about life in the Circle Cullen.”

Andraste, the way she can change the subject like she wasn’t just inadvertently asking to pin Cullen to the wall five seconds ago.

Maker knows this inquisition will be the death of him.