"Oh my God, you're in love with her!" Cullen x Lavellan (ft. Hawke)
Cullen looked up from the bottom of his tankard, straight into the shockingly alert, violet eyes that he usually found himself trying to avoid. Cat smirked at him from across the Herald’s rest, walking down the stairs with Sera, and he couldn’t help the fact that his eyes followed her all the way across the room. As she made it to the doorway, she tossed a glance back at him, seemingly not surprised at the fact that he had been staring since they first made eye contact. Her eyes crinkled at the corners as they often did when she looked at him, a light blush flushing her cheeks. She laughed at something Sera said and shot him a wink before vanishing into the dimming outdoor light. Nearly choking, Cullen took a deep swallow of his ale, trying to quell the red color in his face and neck, when he heard someone clearing her throat next to him. Hawke looked at him with one quirked eyebrow, honey-colored eyes full of mirth, clearly realizing the fact that he had forgotten that he was here with her in the first place, in order to catch up.
“Oh Cull, you’re fucking her!” She cried, with her tinkling laugh–a sound he was far too familiar with from their time in Kirkwall. He looked at her for a beat before taking another swig from his mug, eyebrows crinkling together. “You know, I always kind of pictured you as a sexless being when we were in Kirkwall…I’m glad you’re finally getting some action, you poor man.”
“Is it bad that part of me regrets never throwing you into the Gallows?” He joked, reaching for Hawke’s tumbler of Antivan whiskey, and taking a swig, hearing the mage laugh beside him.
“What, you don’t want to talk about it? No fun,” she pouted, looking suspiciously familiar to a certain pirate he knew.
“It’s not important,” he said, eyes flicking back to the doorway where he last saw the Inquisitor. Hawke seemed to pick up on his eye line, because her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped, forming into a perfect “o” shape.
“Oh Maker! You’re in love with her!” Cullen whipped his head back towards his friend, eyes narrowing as he near-frantically tried to shush her. “Don’t try to deny it, you big softie! I can totally tell!”
“Rowen, please!” He begged, clutching her forearms, trying desperately to get her to quiet down.
“Oh, hush. If it’s any consolation, I’m pretty sure she loves you too, you stupid Templar.”
“…former Templar,” he said, though his eyes were on the door and his thoughts were on the redhead with the amethyst eyes. Maybe she loves me too, he thought.