Ser Cullen Stanton Rutherford of Honnleath (extemplar) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-01-15 13:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, cullen rutherford, ellana lavellan / the inquisitor |
Who: Cullen & Ellana
When: Jan 14, during the blackout
Where: Cullen's apartment
What: Cullen starts glowing. This was not his idea.
Rating: TBD
Cullen was pretending to read a book. It was actually a rather good book - a detailed history of military strategy in this world. He was fascinated by the similarities and differences that existed, largely brought about by the existence of magic in his world and the advances in weaponry in this world. Normally, he would be well and truly captured by this book. But not tonight. Tonight his attention had been captured by someone far more fascinating than any book and while he might have the book open in his lap, his eyes were on Ellana. He was also smirking, though he wasn't aware of that. He often wasn't aware when that little smirk grew on his face, though he generally became aware of it when it was pointed out by whoever it was directed at with varying degrees of amusement and exasperation. Tonight the smirk was prompted by the thoughts going through his mind. Thoughts of Ellana. Thoughts of the night just last week when she'd found the perfect way to distract him. Thoughts of her since then. He was just in the process of tracing the lines of her vallaslin with his eyes and considering getting up and joining her so her could trace them with his lips when the lights went out and the room was plunged into darkness. It was a far more absolute darkness than he'd become used to here and one glance towards the windows showed him there were no lights on in the city. At all. While he knew little about this place, that did not seem right. His hand twitched towards where his sword ought to be and he frowned when he remembered he had left it propped against the wall in his bedroom. "Ellana?" he said, getting to his feet though he made no further move. Instead he tried to remember where everything was in the room. He wasn't interested in tripping over the furniture and knocking himself out. "Are you alright?" |