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[personal profile] exaddict 2015-12-26 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Cullen doesn't answer her, not right away. His hands do, taking to his face and covering them a moment as he turns away from the table, walking a distance from it. He sighs when he drops them, the signs of aching and exhaustion ever present on his features. ]

It's been months now. I could tell you right down to the second the last time I'd taken it.

[ Such is the desperation of an addict. But he doesn't go as far as telling her exactly how long it's been. ]

These... Thoughts. They only seem to get louder, stronger by the day and I see no light at the end of the tunnel.

My head, my body--

[ Cullen's voice raises, and he looks to Josephine, anger and disappointment... Worry clear in his gaze. ]

Everything hurts, Josephine. How am I to be useful to the Inquisition, never mind my usefulness here when danger could so easily be around the corner?

[ He pauses a moment, head lowered as he reaches up again to rub at his tired and aching eyes. ]

Cassandra isn't here to ground me. Far be it for me to reach out to two Inquisitors who I barely know. You're a sensible woman, smart and...

I trust you.

[ With a groan, Cullen points to the box containing a lyrium substitute. on the table, still shut. ]

Look.

A... Gift from Gloria.
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[personal profile] exaddict 2015-12-27 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cullen watches as she takes the box in her arms, and there's a part of him that so badly wishes to beg that she wouldn't take it. The idea of what little lyrium he has left going to the flames, burning and disappearing in thin air, makes his thirst even more powerful. His gut wrenches and his heart sinks. But it's Josephine's words that keep him from reducing to begging like a child. ]

[ Testing his strength... Yes, that is precisely what Gloria had been doing. This is just another way to maintain control, to keep tabs on him as best as the Chantry had, if not better. ]

[ Cullen sighs again, looking away as if that will help remove the visual of his resource of relief being burned like useless garbage. ]

You're right.

[ His hands clench into fists as he turns away, Cullen tries to breathe to maintain his composure. ]

I am better than this. I am stronger. I can dedicate myself to bettering my life just as much as I had to the Chantry and my vows.

[ With another heavy, long exhale, his hands loosen, and he turns to Josephine. ]

Thank you... I--

I would wish I could do this on my own but... It's proven to be much harder than I had anticipated.
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[personal profile] exaddict 2015-12-27 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Their relationship has been mainly professional, at least from Cullen's perspective. But he would be a liar if he didn't admit that they had developed some sort of closeness from the many hours they had spent together over candlelit debates on a full war table. Endless evenings of discussing plans and preparations to maintain the delicate balance of the world. It was the way of the Inquisition, and Cullen wouldn't have had it any other way. Even if their arguments had gotten rather heated many, many times. ]

[ They may not have much in common other than the Inquisition and their desires to better the world. But Cullen respects Josephine and cares for her deeply, just as he does his recruits and other advisors. ]

[ He manages a smile at her mentions of tactics on the battlefield, even letting out a soft laugh to it. ]

So you've learned.

[ She's right, though. This is merely calling for reinforcements, which is something he has done many times in his career. Cullen has plenty of pride, but not in the sense of asking for help on the battlefield. Calling for help with his health should be no different. ]

[ Cullen pauses a moment, looking to the floor. There's still embarrassment and shame there, though it slowly melts away. ]

You should know how much this means to me. I'm... Admittedly not at my best right now. I bear no pride in saying such a thing, but it is important you know.

I will make this up to you, I promise.