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HELLO FOLLOWERS and sweet sweet people of the dragon age fandom <3

Chapter 2 of The Streets Don’t Rest in Denerim (a MODERN THEDAS and DETECTIVE AU) is UP featuring yearning and coffee, which are the two things I have subsisted on for my 20 years of life.

Chapter Summary: Cullen takes a break from work at his favorite haunt. At The Circle Cafe, he attempts a crossword puzzle, tries to confide in a friend, and drinks ONE (1) black coffee.

I realize I have to entice you so here is a small snippet:

“Lady Lavellan,” he mumbled, her ears perking at the mention. “I must ask that you keep myself and Alistair’s involvement in the matter quiet. It would be a matter of safety for everyone involved.”

Hearing his formal tone, Elayna seemed to hesitate, at least for the tiniest fraction of a second. It wasn’t long, however, till a small smile graced her face. A nod was sent his way, her ponytail bobbing behind her as she lifted up off of the counter.

“You have my word, Cullen.”

No sooner had those words left her lips when a customer approached the counter. The two exchanged awkward half-grins, Elayna tightening her dark green apron at the waist and turning to greet the customer.

As he sat, warmth entered his skin and began to seep into his bones in-vein like tendrils, pooling at the center of his chest. That was the first time she had used his first name, the realization tumbling over him like a crashing waterfall. She had spoken it like it was a secret promise between childhood crushes, her dalish tongue lingering around the ‘“l’s”. Golden and pink at the same time, the seemingly insignificant show of intimacy bubbled about inside his chest. His teeth shone under the smile he couldn’t beat off his face if he tried.

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