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[ Dorian's shoulders stiffen at the insinuation that he's looked less than his best, but Bull sees things better than most people. ]
We had a disagreement. I was a bit too honest with her, and she didn't take kindly to that.
We had a disagreement. I was a bit too honest with her, and she didn't take kindly to that.
[Yeah, that's not something he's never heard before.]
So, you guys had a fight and stopped talking to each other. [Oooh.] You hadn't talked to her, had you?
So, you guys had a fight and stopped talking to each other. [Oooh.] You hadn't talked to her, had you?
We were talking of her relationship and I shared my opinions rather cruelly. She left, and I let her. Pride got in the way, and it serves me right that I lost her friendship.
[You know...he knows the guy can be overdramatic (have you seen him?) but seriously?]
...people fight, Dorian. They storm off in a huff, people get their feelings hurt, things settle down, they talk again, sometimes they apologize, sometimes one does, sometimes they both do. If you were talking about something like that, humans and elves are pretty touchy about that shit, but I doubt you lost her friendship over it.
[He smirks slightly.]
You're both stubborn as hell but you're not that petty. She was...pretty damned understanding. Reminded me a lot of my boss back home, actually. She probably just needed some time to think about what happened...then...shit went sideways. That's not your fault.
...people fight, Dorian. They storm off in a huff, people get their feelings hurt, things settle down, they talk again, sometimes they apologize, sometimes one does, sometimes they both do. If you were talking about something like that, humans and elves are pretty touchy about that shit, but I doubt you lost her friendship over it.
[He smirks slightly.]
You're both stubborn as hell but you're not that petty. She was...pretty damned understanding. Reminded me a lot of my boss back home, actually. She probably just needed some time to think about what happened...then...shit went sideways. That's not your fault.
It may come as a surprise to you, but apologies come very few and far between in Tevinter. [ Or at least in the Altus class. They have that luxury. ]
[ History has taught him that people absolutely will cut off ties with him for transgressions of this magnitude. ]
Perhaps, but if I'd not said what I did, there's a chance she wouldn't have been there alone.
[ History has taught him that people absolutely will cut off ties with him for transgressions of this magnitude. ]
Perhaps, but if I'd not said what I did, there's a chance she wouldn't have been there alone.
Good thing we're not in Tevinter.
[And that is all he's going to say on that, and he shook his head at the latter.]
Yeah, and if we'd been psychic, we could have seen Corypheus was coming before the Templars ever crossed the mountains and maybe all the innocent people in Haven wouldn't have died, either. Are you saying you went everywhere with her? All the time? You can think about maybes all night, Dorian, but the fact of the matter is she went to the waystation. Alone. Just like I did. Maybe she wanted a cheap soda, who knows? You didn't send the crazy undead there, and she wasn't the only one who didn't walk off that station, either. It's not. Your. Fault.
[And that is all he's going to say on that, and he shook his head at the latter.]
Yeah, and if we'd been psychic, we could have seen Corypheus was coming before the Templars ever crossed the mountains and maybe all the innocent people in Haven wouldn't have died, either. Are you saying you went everywhere with her? All the time? You can think about maybes all night, Dorian, but the fact of the matter is she went to the waystation. Alone. Just like I did. Maybe she wanted a cheap soda, who knows? You didn't send the crazy undead there, and she wasn't the only one who didn't walk off that station, either. It's not. Your. Fault.
No..we didn't, but we were rarely separable for a time. We shared quarters on the Blue Fish before you got here.
That doesn't--!! [ Dorian squeezes the bridge of his nose, sighing. ] It's not quite the same thing, Bull.
That doesn't--!! [ Dorian squeezes the bridge of his nose, sighing. ] It's not quite the same thing, Bull.
It's not that different, either. No one knew that would happen. [He scoffs.] Hell, I don't think anyone really knows what did happen. I get you wish whatever you said to her hadn't been the last thing, but...sometimes...shit happens, and people die, and you never get to change how. All you can do is learn from it. Don't let it happen again.
[And then they were at the shuttles.]
Your place or mine? My vote's for yours. It's bigger.
[And then they were at the shuttles.]
Your place or mine? My vote's for yours. It's bigger.
We should at the very least find the cause to ensure it doesn't happen again.
[ He can't guarantee that it won't happen again, though it likely won't happen with Leilani again. He knows his tongue gets him into trouble, among other things. ]
Mine will suffice. [ It will be nice to have favorable company, at least. ]
[ He can't guarantee that it won't happen again, though it likely won't happen with Leilani again. He knows his tongue gets him into trouble, among other things. ]
Mine will suffice. [ It will be nice to have favorable company, at least. ]
Yeah. [Heading towards his shuttle.] After we've gotten some sleep, and I don't know about you, but I don't feel like that's happening any time soon.
[He opens the hatch to his shuttle.] I'll follow you, I guess.
[Or maybe these things were programmed, who knows.]
[He opens the hatch to his shuttle.] I'll follow you, I guess.
[Or maybe these things were programmed, who knows.]
[ Dorian laughs a bit hollowly, settling into the shuttle and putting in their destination. ]
You say that as if we both won't fit.
You say that as if we both won't fit.
[It doesn't take much prodding to get Bull to follow him into the shuttle, and he heads in after him.]
I'm not that big, but thanks. Aren't these things ship-specific?
I'm not that big, but thanks. Aren't these things ship-specific?
They go from ship-to-ship, do they not? I see why you wouldn't be able to take the shuttle to your own, later.
[Now that Dorian mentioned it, this shuttle was identical to the one he'd flown here.]
Do they go back on their own?
[Most of the time, he just didn't think about the tech. Then he did...and it got weird.]
Do they go back on their own?
[Most of the time, he just didn't think about the tech. Then he did...and it got weird.]
I hadn't given it much thought. [ He waves a hand flippantly. ]
[He blinks and shakes his head, looking forward, in whatever direction they're headed.]
I'm thinking about something more than you. [A scoff.] Shit, I'm glad I bought the hard stuff.
I'm thinking about something more than you. [A scoff.] Shit, I'm glad I bought the hard stuff.
Why would you ever think about something other than me?
[ He knows exactly what Bull means, but he reserves the right to be a bit of a shit right now, also flirting is a good buffer between him and feelings. He hums in agreement about the quality of their liquor. ]
Quite.
[ He knows exactly what Bull means, but he reserves the right to be a bit of a shit right now, also flirting is a good buffer between him and feelings. He hums in agreement about the quality of their liquor. ]
Quite.
[ Maker preserve him. ]
I suppose you're a guest by extension, though I'm loathe to offer you anything substandard from the kitchens. Will a passable brandy suffice?
I suppose you're a guest by extension, though I'm loathe to offer you anything substandard from the kitchens. Will a passable brandy suffice?
[ He won't pretend that Cyril being able to pamper him with both hands isn't ideal, though he had no problems with the man's appearance before. The temperature difference between them is subtle, but the artificial hand is a bit more cool than the other against his skin. It's delightful and makes him shiver.
As clothes are shed and more skin is at his mercy, Dorian busies himself with kissing Cyril in the spots that he recalls the elf liked best. ]
As clothes are shed and more skin is at his mercy, Dorian busies himself with kissing Cyril in the spots that he recalls the elf liked best. ]
[Cyril clearly enjoys the touch of Dorian's mouth on him. He already knew he liked the way the moustache tickled his skin, and with the heat from the kisses he feels almost too distracted by the attention.
But there's nothing that can really take his mind off undressing Dorian once he gets started so he pulls off the rest of the clothes and chuckles lightly.]
This really is much easier now. [He means with two hands.]
But there's nothing that can really take his mind off undressing Dorian once he gets started so he pulls off the rest of the clothes and chuckles lightly.]
This really is much easier now. [He means with two hands.]
[Years of Ben-Hassrath training are all that keep Bull from actually looking surprised at Dorian's flirting. All he'd ever done before was abjectly deny it. Still, Bull was no stranger to flirting, either, and instead of surprise, he smirks and nods, conceding Dorian's point.]
You think I can't think about you and other shit at the same time? If you're that distracting, you're going to have to prove it.
You think I can't think about you and other shit at the same time? If you're that distracting, you're going to have to prove it.
[He raises an eyebrow.] "By extension?" You're too kind.
[And he shakes his head, chuckling.] Brandy works.
[And he shakes his head, chuckling.] Brandy works.
We're technically all guests to the Fleet, are we not? None of us are what we would consider local.
[ He leads Bull to his room. It's nothing particularly fancy, but it definitely speaks that Dorian lives there. If his desk is anything to go by with the notes and books scattered about. Dorian motions to the bed and digs around in his closet for the bottle of brandy. ]
Make yourself comfortable.
[ He leads Bull to his room. It's nothing particularly fancy, but it definitely speaks that Dorian lives there. If his desk is anything to go by with the notes and books scattered about. Dorian motions to the bed and digs around in his closet for the bottle of brandy. ]
Make yourself comfortable.
Edited 2018-06-24 01:13 (UTC)
[Bull wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't being led to Dorian's room. And that's clearly where they were. It looked like his little nook in the library back in Skyhold, only more disorganized, if that was possible. He takes a careful seat on Dorian's bed. Maybe, this was...way nicer than his bunk.]
Don't mind if I do. You've got a nice bed, Dorian. I'm almost jealous.
Don't mind if I do. You've got a nice bed, Dorian. I'm almost jealous.
[ Of course he wasn't going to take their drinking to the communal areas. He's not familiar enough with any of his crew to allow them to see him in any other state than immaculate. Particularly if the drinking gets excessive- which it might with the Bull. When Dorian stands back up, he has half a bottle of brandy and two glasses. Misery loves company, right?
He hums, pouring them each a glass before handing one to Bull. ]
Only passable due to the blankets and pillows I've picked up at various planets.
He hums, pouring them each a glass before handing one to Bull. ]
Only passable due to the blankets and pillows I've picked up at various planets.
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