#Cullen x Tiegan

[themakerschildren]

I’ll Stare Directly At the Sun // Closed RP

@heartscfvalor​

They had been so close.

Or perhaps not; perhaps the Conclave would have failed. But it would have been vastly preferable to see if it stood a chance, to see if peace talks could accomplish anything....rather than to watch the sky rip apart from miles away, and know that something terrible had happened. Again. Cullen had almost fallen into flashbacks of seeing the sky over Kirkwall as fire leapt into the air, rending apart the Chantry, killing thousands, and launching a civil war.

But this was far, far worse. The rift that opened above Haven was not just destruction; it was evil. Spirits, demons of all kinds--the Fade seemed to be bleeding its spleen back into their world, and suddenly they were in a new kind of war.

When he had found Cassandra in the snow and ash battling the monsters, Cullen’s first glimpse of the man that she’d taken prisoner from the Temple’s ruins had not left a huge impression. He had seen dark hair, angry eyes, a mage staff on the boy’s back, and shackles on his wrists, and Cullen already had his conclusions.

Now, he was beginning to question how right his automatic assumptions had been.

Cassandra had said the boy helped willingly. And that the Mark had done something, that Solas had seized his arm and aimed it at one of the smaller rifts, and--it had closed. He had sealed it, stopped more demons coming through. They’d battled on as a group to bring the prisoner back to the Temple’s destroyed heart--and they had all witnessed it, heard it, a disturbing flicker of memory in the air as a dark voice called out, and the Divine herself was heard crying for help....

The boy--Tiegan--had done it. The sky was not healed, it was not over, but he stopped it spreading. And nothing more was falling from it to attack them. For just a moment, they could breathe. They staggered back to their makeshift shelter in Haven, wind-worn tents and fires barely cutting the cold, insufficient food and healing supplies, morale low....but hope existed.

Tiegan had collapsed when the rift closed. He was carried back on a stretcher, and one of the small houses nearer Haven’s gate was emptied so that he could be left to sleep it off, watched by a local boy. Inside the Chantry, the others gathered around their makeshift war table, relief over this victory not enough to stop working.

They were reviewing the map when the door opened after a timid knock, the village boy peeking inside. “B-begging pardon, Lady Seeker, but you asked to know as s-soon as the Herald woke. He did.”

Cassandra straightened up. “Run back and let him know we’re in here, if he’s strong enough to speak to us.”

“I’m still surprised you removed the shackles,” Cullen remarked, fingers tight on his sword hilt as the boy scurried off, leaving them waiting. “He was saving himself, too, closing the rift. We don’t know yet that we can trust him.”

#heartscfvalor #Cullen x Tiegan #Cullen Rutherford x Tiegan Borelli #RP: I'll Stare Directly At the Sun

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                     Tiegan Borelli x Edward Cullen

I hate you, I love you I hate that I love you Don't want to but I can't put Nobody else above you

@voicesofthemuses / @minxchester

#aesthetics;; tiegan #tiegan x edward tbd