bakerstreet | hurt comfort meme

Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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- Roll 1-10 at RNG for a scene, play it out and have fun!

1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.
23. WILDCARD. Anything missing? Make your own, and tell us about it in your top level!.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

( For all the respect and command that the title of Herald of Andraste and Inquisitor holds, Adaar finds herself shucking it when she can, slipping off and away from the cloistering feel of the grand hall and her own quarters for the more humble ones of her commander -- either his office or talking in the room above. There are no grand stained glass windows there, just a bed and the sky through the holes in the roof. That, she thinks, they really need seen to, but she's in no rush -- it reminds her of times spent out in the field, out with her mercenary company, and that is far more preferable than the reminder of the role she'd been forced into. Some days it's enough to make her bare her teeth at those that come with false words of kindness, lips curling back in a warning.

Thedas thinks of her as something unknown and dangerous. Let them.

But in Cullen... in Cullen there is a man who is trying to move past his preconceptions, the lessons he's learned at the feet of those who made him an addict to control him. Adaar can find nothing more worthy, nothing more admirable than that, and that he blushes when she veers towards anything halfway romantic and flirtatious is horribly endearing. He is trying, and that is more than what seems like most everyone else does.

Adaar can't sleep; she wonders if he can, too, and her feet lead her to the ramparts near his office automatically. It has become something of a comfort to her, as has Cullen, and the conversation about how he'd simply stopped taking lyrium lies fresh in her mind. She supports him in that, of course she does, without question -- and yet that it might not be as easy as he wishes her to believe lies at the forefront of her thoughts. So she seeks him out, trying to find some ease of both their ills in shared time. It's no surprise to find him there, looking out over their gathered forces, and Adaar herself is relieved that hunting him down tonight was a simple matter. It might not be, depending on how the withdrawal treats him. )

Here I thought remarks about the Commander never sleeping were simply to demonstrate your dedication to the Inquisition.

( Her tone is light, but there is concern in her eyes, the slight downward curve of her lips as she comes to rest next to him. )

[He's leaned on the rampart, watching over the barely-lively tavern below. A group of soldiers had just returned from a mission, and he had allowed them a night of celebration that they had been eager to take advantage of.

The pain is especially bad tonight, but worse than that is the chill. Not just the ambient chill and the thin air of Skyhold itself, but the feeling that he'll never truly be warm again. He has his hands pinned under his arms for warmth, shoulders hunched in his cloak.

He has the advantage of seeing the Inquisitor approaching before she reaches him, so she doesn't take him by surprise - she's always a welcome figure, and he's learned to pick her easily out of a crowd even if she wasn't completely unmistakable. He looks weary, almost sickly-pale in the moonlight.

But for her, he has a smile, straightening up. One hand rests on the rampart, the stone cold under his palm.]

I am certain any reports about my sleep schedule have been greatly exaggerated.

[His tone is casual, so as not to worry her. He can tell she already is, and the Inquisitor has enough to worry about without needing to concern herself over whether her Commander is fit for his position.]

( Does he ever wear anything but that pelt? Adaar doubts it, although the thought of seeing him without it would normally have a wicked smile curving over her face. Yet his paleness, the way he seems to want to vanish into his cloak, have her more concerned for his wellbeing than any desire to make him turn as red as possible. Even if it would put some color back into his cheeks. )

I don't doubt that. Most of them assume you get some. ( Adaar says, and has no experience being vulnerable, let alone encouraging someone else to be. Her eyes lock on the soldiers below, wistfulness crossing over her face. ) Do you ever miss it? Being one of them instead of commanding them?

( They'll... get to why they're both out here early in the morning. Eventually. )

[He chuckles, conceding her point. His eyes drift back out over the empty training field, the soldiers below talking amongst themselves.]

I do, sometimes. Although I was never truly a soldier; the battles that a Templar fights are different from those I expect my men to face now.

But still, the camaraderie is much the same, from what I can tell.

[She understands what he means; it's lonely, when everyone looks to you.]

( Lonely indeed. It eats at her with every day, the way that she is apart from everyone else -- even among her so-called inner circle there is a distance there. The Iron Bull, simply proclaiming that the Vashoth she knew and herself were the good ones. Solas, with his backhanded, insulting words meant to be praise. She is isolated in a role she cannot give up, no matter how much she wishes otherwise.

Perhaps one day Thedas will let her take what she's earned and leave with it. Perhaps she'll be able to convince Cullen to come with her. They can rest, together, away from all of this madness.

If only. )

The Valo-kas -- we used to think of ourselves as family. There wasn't anywhere else that welcomed us with open arms south of Par Vollen, so we learned to protect and watch out for each other. ( Something she does now, with the members of the Inquisition she's grown close to. Fiercely, passionately. The words come slowly to her, but they do come, as she stares at him in the moonlight. Pale. Curled in on himself.

Adaar reaches out to brush her fingertips over the back of the his hand on the ramparts -- a question of if he'd welcome more contact. ) Are you well, Cullen? It's very clearly not been easy on you, but if it is too much--

( Then they will find something to do about it. Somehow. )

[He turns to listen to her, straightening up. She's still a full head and shoulders taller than he is, but any inch of height that he doesn't have to crane his neck is worth it. One hand still lingers on the ramparts.

She hadn't spoken much of her people since their last correspondence that had crossed the war table. He couldn't say Qunari had ever interested him much before, but... she interests him, now.

Her fingers brush over his hand, and he glances down, but doesn't move or flinch away.]

It's... There are times when it is harder. But I am managing, Inquisitor. [He looks back up at her. She is, after all, one of his two checks.] ...Unless you have found me lacking in performance of my duties? [He trusts her and Cassandra utterly to tell him if they think he's going to get someone killed.]

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