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[Aside from the brandy, it's a shame he stood back up. Dorian's backside's as attractive as the rest of him.
Smiling, Bull takes the offered glass.]
Go figure, you'd say that. Whoever do you get to turn down your bedclothes, anyway?
Smiling, Bull takes the offered glass.]
Go figure, you'd say that. Whoever do you get to turn down your bedclothes, anyway?
I will have you know I am fully capable of turning down my own bedclothes. Who do you think did it for me in Skyhold?
[ Dorian makes himself as comfortable as he can at the rolling chair at his desk, turned toward Bull. ]
[ Dorian makes himself as comfortable as he can at the rolling chair at his desk, turned toward Bull. ]
[ Oh, a challenge, was it? He can certainly be distracting, but perhaps now is not the time for that particular form of distraction. Bull needed someone to talk to. Someone to help process all that shit that went down.. Maybe he can help Dorian make sense of it, too.
Dorian leads them down the hall and to his room once more. It feels a bit more welcoming than sitting in the cramped kitchen. It will be more private, as well. Not the greatest subject matter to be discussing in the open. It's far too vulnerable. ]
Perhaps I'll take you up on that at another time.
Dorian leads them down the hall and to his room once more. It feels a bit more welcoming than sitting in the cramped kitchen. It will be more private, as well. Not the greatest subject matter to be discussing in the open. It's far too vulnerable. ]
Perhaps I'll take you up on that at another time.
[ Dorian hums, delighted. ]
Easier, yes, but no more enjoyable than it had been before.
Easier, yes, but no more enjoyable than it had been before.
I can't say I ever really thought about it.
[And he stretches, because there's just a lot more room in this room.]
Not that I didn't think about what your bedroom might look like.
[And look, Dorian. He even knows how to hold a brandy snifter properly.]
[And he stretches, because there's just a lot more room in this room.]
Not that I didn't think about what your bedroom might look like.
[And look, Dorian. He even knows how to hold a brandy snifter properly.]
[Talking isn't something Bull normally wants to do when it's bad things. Feelings in general, sure, but did he want to talk about this? With Dorian? Now? After dropping the bombshell that Leilani was dead? Not really. He hadn't even included he'd been the one to kill her. He wasn't planning on it, either.
Dorian's bedroom was actually familiar, and taking a seat on that bed was nice. He hadn't actually realized how weary his bones were until they were on something comfortable. Shit.]
Yeah? No time like the present, right?
Dorian's bedroom was actually familiar, and taking a seat on that bed was nice. He hadn't actually realized how weary his bones were until they were on something comfortable. Shit.]
Yeah? No time like the present, right?
Would you do something for me, Dorian?
Indeed.
[ He shoulders his grief as best he can until the door to his room closes and they're alone. Only then does he allow his shoulders to drop as he sits on the steamer trunk at the end of his bed. Dorian is tired- in body and heart, but it's a comfort that he's in familiar company. Maker, he needs another drink. ]
Do you intend to share, or are you having a one-person party over there?
[ He shoulders his grief as best he can until the door to his room closes and they're alone. Only then does he allow his shoulders to drop as he sits on the steamer trunk at the end of his bed. Dorian is tired- in body and heart, but it's a comfort that he's in familiar company. Maker, he needs another drink. ]
Do you intend to share, or are you having a one-person party over there?
Then do yourself a favor. Don't apologize for having said it.
[ He's pleasantly surprised by that bit of information, and a smile pulls the corners of his mouth upward. The response about his bedroom has his eyebrow quirking, though. ]
Is that so? Tell me, is it everything you imagined?
Is that so? Tell me, is it everything you imagined?
[Cyril seems amused at that.] There's plenty to not enjoy with certain partners.
And repeating performances? I'm not used to that. [Then he says something a little too honest for a moment, though to be fair he is distracted by touching Dorian, enjoying his body, and how it feels to be close to him.] Maybe I'm worried you'll grow tired of me.
And repeating performances? I'm not used to that. [Then he says something a little too honest for a moment, though to be fair he is distracted by touching Dorian, enjoying his body, and how it feels to be close to him.] Maybe I'm worried you'll grow tired of me.
Repeating performances is something I'm still getting used to, myself. [ If they're having a moment of honesty, he can level with Cyril. ]
I'm certain you'll grow tired of me before that.
I'm certain you'll grow tired of me before that.
[If Dorian doesn't like this, he can just deal with the fact that he opened himself up for it. The Bull had bought two bottles, but, while he did hold one out, he didn't move any closer.]
Or, you know, you could come over here and we could party together.
Or, you know, you could come over here and we could party together.
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