Well this thought have came up and I was just wondering with Cullen and all. What happens after the Amell girl leaves the tower, with his heart still with her? Then seeing Hawke surely must have brought up old feelings! So here's my intake.
Cullen watched her go from the window. The girl he loved was slipping away from his grasp. She was going to become a Grey Warden. And there was nothing he could do about it. Cullen's hands shook, out of anger or pain from his heart, he didn't know.
Why Her? Why her of ALL mages? He kept asking himself, still staring out of the window. Then she was out of his sight. No more of Samantha Amell. No more of her bubbly laugh in the tower. No more of her soft hands brushing against his. No more of him watching how elegant her hips swayed. No more of him promising, "I will talk to her tomorrow." There was no more tomorrow where she'd be in his life.
Cullen let out a roar of rage, hitting the solid brick wall as hard as he could. He didn't feel the pain at first because his heart ache was so much more pain then he could endure. Tears came up to his eyes, why didn't he ever talk to her? Why didn't he kiss her when he had the chance? Why? WHY?
As he slowly calmed down, the feeling in his hand came to him rapidly. He grunted, shifting his hand slightly. He seethe out a harsh breath, noticing he had broken his hand.
Great, just sodding great! He huffed out a breath as he shook his head. He trudged out of the room and down the circle's hall. He needed a healer, or his hand would be messed up. He kept his eyes on the ground, but his ears were wide open. He could hear all the apprentices whispering. Gossiping. Some Mages knew his feeling towards the Amell girl, was it that obvious?
"I heard he and Sam kissed before she was sent off. . ." One Mage whispered and he couldn't help but scoff at the rumor. If only that was true, then maybe things would be slightly better. Or worst.
Cullen made it to the stairs and went straight for the infirmary. He sat down on the white bed, holding his hand to his chest. A Mage went over to him, and examine his hand. She asked what had happen, but he didn't answer. He just kept silent, spacing off. He notice the Mage huff and started spitting out speeches that he surely didn't care from the elder Mage. She rolled her eyes and left the broken Templar on the bed as she went to other important things.
Cullen stared at the floor, her face, her voice, the last moment with her was eating away at his mind like a zombie would.
"Cullen? Can I talk to you?" A voice peeped up from behind him, scaring him slightly. He turned around, and smiled when he saw Sam was there, nervously playing with her hands.
"What is it, Sam?" He asked, and she looked up at him, a smile tugging at her lips.
"I passed my Harrowing. I just would have thought you'd want to know." Cullen nodded to her, a hand reached out to give a handshake. She shook it.
"Congratulations, Amell." He told her, giving her a slight squeeze. He savored each and every touch he received from her. I'll just make my move tomorrow. He told him self, seeing the skittish Mage. He then notice something was on her mind, from the creasing line on her forhead.
"Is something up, Sam?" He asked her with concern.
"I see the way you look at me." His blood turn ice cold, sweat beaming from his forhead.
"I don't know what you are talking about." He stated, looking around. She reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers around his. She let out a shaky breath.
"I know this is forbidden stuff right here, but would it be so wrong to say I feel the same about you?" She tilt her head, her violet eyes peering at him. She got on her tipy-toes to almost reach his height. Cullen lean down, his forehead touching hers.
"No." He whispered, he saw the smile spread on her face. She slowly lean up more to kiss him, that's when he panicked. He quickly took a step back, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I-I-I got-t to g-go on du-duty!" He quickly poured out, scampering away from her, his heart beating a million miles per minute. He couldn't reface her now, not after what just happened.
Cullen's eyes flew opened, he was covered in sweat. He was asleep. Thank the Maker. He swung his leg over from the infirmary's white sheets and went over to his quarters.
All this is, is going to be a short story less than ten chapters long. So 10 chapters will be the maxium just to warn you guys. Oh by the way, I DO NOT OWN DRAGON AGE! ^.^