in blackest envy

Everyone keeps talking about hoping there’s an Orlesian Ball that your LI takes you to & I’m sitting here unable to contain myself with devious headcanons about Cullen & Inquisitor *melts*
Vivienne & Leliana fitting the Inquisitor into a dress that shows all their curves & brings out their best features
Cullen waiting at the bottom of the stairs in posh fitting formal wear
The subtle intake of breath as they see each other
~~The Inquisitor falling down the stairs~~
The Inquisitor wobbling slightly in the ridiculous heels she has on & Cullen catching her arm to help her
Cullen & the Inquisitor sneaking peeks at each other out of the corner of their eyes, drinking in each other
Cullen asking the Inquisitor for a dance, bowing & planting a kiss on the palm of her hand
The dance doesn’t have much partner contact but the few brushes of hands & the mere nearness of each other is enough
As they dance everyone disappears into the background as they only have eyes for each other
Whether it be too many cups of wine or the growing temperature in the ballroom, it fuels their desire for more
A casual conversation during the dance turns to hushed whispers of lust
They part ways when the dance ends momentarily
A short time later & a subtle nod across the room is exchanged
Around in an alcove from the main hall they meet with feverous kisses, tongues darting, lips clashing & wandering hands clutching at fabric
Burdened by the crowd around the corner & the pieces of clothes between them it’s all they can do to in order to last the night until they are back in the privates of their room