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cullen would literally not be able to fit in the narrow crevices of hmart magic castle and that is very sexy of him

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naengmyeon is so good ���� and it’s that season now!!!

Isabella! OH BOY! *cracks knuckles* where to even start!  

I suppose I’ll start out by saying that every time I interact with you (on here, on twitter, wherever really) I always end up thinking “Okay, she’s literally one of the coolest people I know.”  And there’s not really a single reason for that being the case.  It’s all the things. 

Oh geez what do I enjoy doing outside of that.....I do like to do fun things with my fiancé like we’ll go to the park with our dog, Blue. We have friends who live not too far away and we like to go and see them quite a bit. We have two cats, Missy and Toulouse and I like to spend time with them; gotta take care of our six fish too. We have a tank for our one male beta and then a twenty galloon for our five girls.

I have a bunch of plants I take care of in my room and I got a few more the other day! A succulent and a monstera-esque plant. My uni has a biology club and they have a plant sale every year which is really nice for finding some fun plants. I have a mother-of-thousands i got from them years ago that’s huge now. I love her to death but gosh she’s a pain to deal with ;A;

Thank you for sending the prompt! And for being so patient waiting for me to answer it! I swear, you ask for one set of prompts then end up busy forever after. I hope you like what I came up with - I decided to go with Cullen x Maighread for this one, because they’ve been kind of on the shelf recently.

“Accidentally falling asleep together”

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When Maighread drifted from the Fade, she noticed first that herhead rested on something warm that was not as soft as she was expecting. It didn’t really matter, however. She hadn’tbeen woken by dreams or assassins, and without fully beingconscious of the action she burrowed deeper against her pillow, resentfulof even this level of consciousness. 

But itstole in nonetheless, to the awkward tangle of her legs, the chillcreeping acrossher shoulders, the hand resting on her hair. Beneath her cheek, her pillowheaved in a slow, shallow rise-and-fall, a rhythm in cadence to thesteady pulse under her ear. She smiled. For a moment she kept her eyesclosed, revelling not only in the comfort of Cullen’s presence, but the safety she neverthought she'd feel in the arms of another – let alonea man who had once stood among the ranks of the templars. 

His fingerstwitched in her hair. Carefully, she tilted her head, peeking up at him in thedim sunset light of the embers in the grate, mouth slightly open, hair starting to curl,eyes fluttering beneath the lids. She lay stretched out across him on thechaise, tucked against his side with an arm thrown across his waist. Even ashort time ago, thought of their current position would have made her cheeksflame with embarrassment, but after all they had been through, her greatestworry now was that she had drooled on him.  

She liftedher head just enough to take in her surroundings, and sighed at thehaphazard scatter of papers across the floor – the last thing she remembered was Cullen readingScout Harding's report on the Hissing Wastes to her, with what she called his ‘officer voice' slippinginto gentler tones to make his own comments, and with hisbare fingers playing patterns across the back of her neck. How long, shewondered, had it taken him to notice she had nodded off? How long after thathad he succumbed himself? 

She sighed.He should have woken her. The faint light of the moons creeping in through thebalcony doors betrayed the lateness of the hour, and they both hadduties to see to in the morning. She really shouldn’t want to lay her head backdown and pretend she never woke at all. 

Cullen’sbreath was even, his head draped against the back of the chaise, his body slumpedat an awkward angle and his legs sprawled off the side where she had trappedthem with her body. He still wore his boots. If he stayed where he was, hewould have a sore neck come morning, and then he would get a crumpled frownbetween his brows, and he would pout, and he would refuse any remedy for fearof letting his carefully groomed façade slip in front of the soldiers. The imagerang so clear in her mind it decided her, pushed her to untangle herself onelimb at a time and hold back a smile when he murmured a protest but didn’twake.

Without thenightmares, sleep softened him; his curls unbound across his forehead and fellacross his eyes, utterly tempting for a gentle touch to sweep across, push thesilky strands back, follow a trail across his temple and down to the scruffthat shadowed his jaw... but she shook herself out of the urge. He had told hera little of what haunted him in the Fade, and she didn’t want his sleeping mindto mistake her affection for that of the demon that haunted him. 

Still, hewas too heavy to carry to bed. She knelt beside him once she had tugged off hisboots, his name a low murmur on her lips as she squeezed his hand. He stirredon the second call, bleary, squinting in even the low light. 

“Maighread?” 

“We need togo to bed,” she answered. 

He mumbledsomething. “Are we not already...?” 

“Come on,”she chuckled, and helped him up.  

He leanedon her as she drew his arm over her shoulder to lead him across the cavernousexpanse of her floor, then looked for her when she deposited him on the bed andducked out of reach. By the time she stripped to her smalls and dumped therumpled dayclothes in the laundry basket, he hadalready dozed off again, his untucked shirt testament to his intention tofollow her example. Still, he reached for her when she wriggled down next tohim under the covers, and this time, as he blindly kissed her face and yieldinghis weight so she could settle against his side, there was nothing accidental in how she fell asleep. 

❤️ Thank you for indulging me! I love DAO but damn do I wish I could get better screenshots!

1. Who is the most affectionate?

Both Izzy and Alistair are very affectionate - although he’s slighter shyer in company, whereas Izzy is naturally a very tactile and physical affectionate person, so has no problem being affectionate in front of other people.

Again, they are both very affectionate people when they feel secure in the relationship (both having lacked affection and probably being touch starved to some degree) and will show this privately. Freya is the shyer of the two and less likely to express affection as publicly, whereas Thom will always check her over after a battle, unconcerned if they have an audience.

2. Big spoon / Little spoon? Both my girls are little spoons and enjoy a damn good snuggle!

3. Most common argument?

Izzy and Alistair are most likely to argue about either Izzy doing something reckless, or Alistair not prioritising himself.

Freya and Blackwall are most likely to argue about her getting hurt trying to live up to other people’s expectations.

4. Favourite non-sexual activity?

When they can, Izzy and Alistair like to sneak away from castle life and out into Denerim. They love wandering the market and the shops incognito, eating street food, grabbing a drink at the Gnawed Noble - just generally enjoying that little bit of normal life.

Freya and Blackwall enjoy going out riding to get some quiet time together - quite often they’ll just ride out to a lake where he can fish while they talk for hours on end. Obviously there’s a bit more actual conversation to be had post-Revelations.

Oh hello! :D