(Dragon Age Inquisition) Targeted Response
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100wordsTitle: Targeted Response
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Rating: K
Notes: He could feel their hurt, pulsing like a wound, and they were so tired. Cole just wants to help.
Cole stared at the Inquisitor who stared unseeing at a wall, legs swung over one arm of the throne.
He could feel their hurt, pulsing like a wound, and they were so tired.
The Anchor was a weight on them, green poison flooding their veins until it couldn’t be distinguished from the everyday hurts.
The Inquisitor startled when Cole climbed into their lap, arms wrapping around him regardless.
“You okay Cole?” They murmured, settling back into the hug, hurt trickling away.
“Yes,” Cole replied, squeezing them tighter, happy he could help even if it was just for a little while.
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Rating: K
Notes: He could feel their hurt, pulsing like a wound, and they were so tired. Cole just wants to help.
Cole stared at the Inquisitor who stared unseeing at a wall, legs swung over one arm of the throne.
He could feel their hurt, pulsing like a wound, and they were so tired.
The Anchor was a weight on them, green poison flooding their veins until it couldn’t be distinguished from the everyday hurts.
The Inquisitor startled when Cole climbed into their lap, arms wrapping around him regardless.
“You okay Cole?” They murmured, settling back into the hug, hurt trickling away.
“Yes,” Cole replied, squeezing them tighter, happy he could help even if it was just for a little while.
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