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who_is_she) wrote2015-01-14 11:17 am
who_is_she) wrote2015-01-14 11:17 am
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The hardest thing to get used to in Skyhold had been the space. It wasn't that the castle was particularly spacious, just that his whole life he'd been used to making do with whatever space could be spared. Now he had an office, and shelves, and if he wanted to he could get up from his desk and take a walk along the fortress wall. It was more freedom than he was used to, and it was more unnerving than he'd expected.
Even though he'd technically had the same amount of freedom in Haven, he'd slept in a tent with the rest off the soldiers and used whatever table space he could find. In Skyhold, there was space and there was time, and honestly Cullen had no idea what to do with it.
Thankfully he had long perfected the art of keeping himself busy, and had so far avoided dwelling on the empty spaces on his shelves that might be filled up with personal effects, if they belonged to anyone else.
Currently he was keeping his mind occupied with requisition forms, as the space in Skyhold would be well suited to better training their soldiers. He had a stack of correspondence to tend to as well, but he was even less inclined to think about that, as it would no doubt comprise of a handful of flowery worded letters (care of Josephine) and some downright terrifying information sharing (care of Leliana). Every day Cullen swore to himself that he should quit and go back to just being a soldier, but at the end of the day he was always happier with his freedom, even if he did seem to squander it in his own eyes.
The words on the parchment in front of him started to swim and he sighed, putting his face in his hands and rubbing his eyes. He was exhausted but work always came easier than sleep, so he worked.
Even though he'd technically had the same amount of freedom in Haven, he'd slept in a tent with the rest off the soldiers and used whatever table space he could find. In Skyhold, there was space and there was time, and honestly Cullen had no idea what to do with it.
Thankfully he had long perfected the art of keeping himself busy, and had so far avoided dwelling on the empty spaces on his shelves that might be filled up with personal effects, if they belonged to anyone else.
Currently he was keeping his mind occupied with requisition forms, as the space in Skyhold would be well suited to better training their soldiers. He had a stack of correspondence to tend to as well, but he was even less inclined to think about that, as it would no doubt comprise of a handful of flowery worded letters (care of Josephine) and some downright terrifying information sharing (care of Leliana). Every day Cullen swore to himself that he should quit and go back to just being a soldier, but at the end of the day he was always happier with his freedom, even if he did seem to squander it in his own eyes.
The words on the parchment in front of him started to swim and he sighed, putting his face in his hands and rubbing his eyes. He was exhausted but work always came easier than sleep, so he worked.