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Maker..
[ He'd gathered by Bull's upset that it had been horrible, but this? A hysteria quickly followed on the heels of this much death and reanimation? An endless cycle of dying.
Dorian shakes his head and looks at Bull with his brow furrowed. ]
I'm sorry.
[ He'd gathered by Bull's upset that it had been horrible, but this? A hysteria quickly followed on the heels of this much death and reanimation? An endless cycle of dying.
Dorian shakes his head and looks at Bull with his brow furrowed. ]
I'm sorry.
Bah. [He shakes his head and hits the bottle again, then turns to look at Dorian...and his bottle.]
Hey. You're fallin' behind. This isn't about looking pretty with your bottle. [And he leaned over slightly, nudging Dorian's shoulder with his own.] Your turn.
Hey. You're fallin' behind. This isn't about looking pretty with your bottle. [And he leaned over slightly, nudging Dorian's shoulder with his own.] Your turn.
[ Dorian grouses, but picks the bottle up and takes a few drinks. His fingers are starting to tingle, which is a damn better sign than anything else. Once his limbs have difficulty with coordination is when he truly knows he's drunk. The sooner his thoughts start to muddle, the better it will be for both of them. ]
I'm keeping up just fine, thank you.
I'm keeping up just fine, thank you.
We'll see.
[The numbness was starting to settle in, just between his temples, and that was damned good. It made him able to think about things other than replaying the last 24 hours over and over again, the haze of fatigue coalescing in his mind with the liquor.]
Hey, so. What's your boss like? Uh...the Inquisitor?
[Because seriously, anything is better to talk about than zombies.]
[The numbness was starting to settle in, just between his temples, and that was damned good. It made him able to think about things other than replaying the last 24 hours over and over again, the haze of fatigue coalescing in his mind with the liquor.]
Hey, so. What's your boss like? Uh...the Inquisitor?
[Because seriously, anything is better to talk about than zombies.]
[ Bull might be surprised how well he can hold his liquor, but it comes from years of practice and debauchery. Dorian takes another idle drink, positioning himself on the bed so that he can lean his back against the cold metal of the wall. ]
Inquisitor Lavellan is far more kind than he possibly should be. Rather attractive. Friendly. Cares entirely too much about everyone and everything.
[ Well by now, he's just explaining a malleable protagonist. ]
Inquisitor Lavellan is far more kind than he possibly should be. Rather attractive. Friendly. Cares entirely too much about everyone and everything.
[ Well by now, he's just explaining a malleable protagonist. ]
Aside from the elf thing, I think that's what makes whoever gets that mark thing important. All the rest of it.
[He nods, though.]
So. There's three Dalish elves who got that thing...and one human noblewoman. Fuckin' weird.
[He nods, though.]
So. There's three Dalish elves who got that thing...and one human noblewoman. Fuckin' weird.
It makes you wonder just how many different Inquisitors there are, doesn't it? Where do their paths branch off, and how similar are their futures? And where do we fit into it?
[ Maker, he's just going to take another drink and stop rambling. This is a LOT to think about. ]
[ Maker, he's just going to take another drink and stop rambling. This is a LOT to think about. ]
[Bull follows suit and laughs, rolling his shoulders.]
As long as there's something around for me to hit, I'm good. And hey, [He nudges Dorian's shoulder again.] You're still the same old fop. That's something, right?
As long as there's something around for me to hit, I'm good. And hey, [He nudges Dorian's shoulder again.] You're still the same old fop. That's something, right?
[ Dorian cheers rather unenthusiastically, raising his bottle in a toast before drinking again for a bit longer. ]
Well done, us.
Well done, us.
[Bull joins him in that toast, and subsequent drink, and then watches him appreciatively for a moment. The Vint's never been hard on the eyes, and every new things he learns about the guy just makes him all the hotter.]
You know. Sure, people talk, and Josephine bitches about all the wine, but you really know your way around a bottle.
[He takes a breath, blinks slightly, and shifts to lean against the wall as well.]
Of course, the true test of a good drink is whether or not you can stand and make it to the latrine.
You know. Sure, people talk, and Josephine bitches about all the wine, but you really know your way around a bottle.
[He takes a breath, blinks slightly, and shifts to lean against the wall as well.]
Of course, the true test of a good drink is whether or not you can stand and make it to the latrine.
I know my way around a great deal more than a bottle, Iron Bull.
[ He's rather comfortable here, all things considered. ]
I'm quite certain I've still got coordination of all of my limbs enough to perform erotic dance.
[ IS HE JOKING?? ]
[ He's rather comfortable here, all things considered. ]
I'm quite certain I've still got coordination of all of my limbs enough to perform erotic dance.
[ IS HE JOKING?? ]
That sounds like a challenge.
[And if there's any indication in his voice, he's very excited about the prospect of that challenge.]
I'm not buyin' unless you're sellin', big guy.
[And he makes a motion toward the open area beyond the bed.]
[And if there's any indication in his voice, he's very excited about the prospect of that challenge.]
I'm not buyin' unless you're sellin', big guy.
[And he makes a motion toward the open area beyond the bed.]
Find me ten silk scarves and we'll talk.
[ Yep, just going to take another serious drink and contemplate what his day has become. ]
[ Yep, just going to take another serious drink and contemplate what his day has become. ]
[Oh, he knows exactly how nice that would be and he makes a mental note to see if he can find something to fulfill that little requirement and make the mage put his money where his mouth is. That being said...
...Bull corks his bottle, there isn't too much left of it anyway, and turns toward Dorian, moving his much larger frame as to make it easier to loom over Dorian if he so chose.]
That sounds nice and all, but I was talking about tonight. [And he does move to loom over him, meeting those steel eyes with his own. it only takes one to convey his desire. It's always burned there, since the first time he'd laid eyes on Dorian.]
You play coy in front of the others, but we both know what you want.
...Bull corks his bottle, there isn't too much left of it anyway, and turns toward Dorian, moving his much larger frame as to make it easier to loom over Dorian if he so chose.]
That sounds nice and all, but I was talking about tonight. [And he does move to loom over him, meeting those steel eyes with his own. it only takes one to convey his desire. It's always burned there, since the first time he'd laid eyes on Dorian.]
You play coy in front of the others, but we both know what you want.
[ Loom, the Bull does. Dorian doesn't quite expect so much of him in his personal space. His focus can't help but go to that single eye that feels like Bull can look straight through him and see his every thought. He can't seem to look away even as he feels his face heating up. Is it from the drink or from Bull being so close? Likely a hideous combination of both. ]
A-ah--
[ It's about all the noise that he happens to be able to make. He didn't know this was quite what he wanted, but here they were.. and he couldn't find it in him to say he didn't. Dorian can't deny he hadn't thought about it. The Qunari have always been those forbidden and taboo thoughts, haven't they? It seems his brain can't think past him, either. Though there is a lot of Bull to try and do that.
His focus goes from that single eye, flicking down to Bull's lips, lingering.
Damn it all to hell. Fingers clumsily grasp at Bull's ugly shirt, pulling him closer until their lips are centimeters apart. ]
Do we?
A-ah--
[ It's about all the noise that he happens to be able to make. He didn't know this was quite what he wanted, but here they were.. and he couldn't find it in him to say he didn't. Dorian can't deny he hadn't thought about it. The Qunari have always been those forbidden and taboo thoughts, haven't they? It seems his brain can't think past him, either. Though there is a lot of Bull to try and do that.
His focus goes from that single eye, flicking down to Bull's lips, lingering.
Damn it all to hell. Fingers clumsily grasp at Bull's ugly shirt, pulling him closer until their lips are centimeters apart. ]
Do we?
[It's with a great amount of skill the Bull, without pulling against Dorian's grip on his shirt or expanding the distance between their mouth, moves his hands to either side of Dorian, holding himself against the metal wall behind him, the heat from his body, increased by drink and arousal, radiating from him. An amused smirk pulled at the corners of his lips and he chuckled deeply, moving his lips enough to tease his breath across Dorian's face.]
You want to be conquered.
[He shifted his gaze over the curve of Dorian's full lips, the angle of his jaw, then back to his eyes.]
But you ready for what that means?
You want to be conquered.
[He shifted his gaze over the curve of Dorian's full lips, the angle of his jaw, then back to his eyes.]
But you ready for what that means?
[ With the Bull's bulk looming over him so closely, Dorian shivers in anticipation, licking his lips. If it's not apparent that yes, he is fully prepared for what that means, his hands move to reach up and grip Bull by the horns. He does want to be conquered, more than he initially realized. ]
Then by all means, conquer.
Then by all means, conquer.
Everything is within the realm of possibility.
Sure, big guy. Why not? [ He holds up his glass of brandy. ] This is good shit.
[ He nods. ] Yeah, she does. I think she's dead, though. Sucks. Varric could learn a thing or two from her.
[ He nods. ] Yeah, she does. I think she's dead, though. Sucks. Varric could learn a thing or two from her.
[Cyril wants to reassure Dorian. To describe even a tiny fraction of how much these moments they share means to him, but to do so feels like exposing something delicate, that could easily break if taken the wrong way.
Instead, he just sort of hums in a noncommittal way and then focuses instead of kissing and touching Dorian.
Sex is always easier for him than expressing his emotions.]
Instead, he just sort of hums in a noncommittal way and then focuses instead of kissing and touching Dorian.
Sex is always easier for him than expressing his emotions.]
[ Sex is always an easy deterrent for talking about feelings. There doesn't need to be anything in it but mutual enjoyment of one another, yet it can hold a message. Neither of them would continue to do this if they weren't having a good time, at least. Dorian lets them fall into their familiar rhythm, and lets Cyril do as he'd like.
His own hands roam Cryril's body languidly, not in any particular rush. ]
His own hands roam Cryril's body languidly, not in any particular rush. ]
[ Dorian waves a hand dismissively. ] It's passable, but certainly better than the swill the bar has to offer.
[ He opens the book again, finding his place. Humming, he keeps reading. ]
A pity, really. Her composition is lovely, if a bit simplistic.
[ He opens the book again, finding his place. Humming, he keeps reading. ]
A pity, really. Her composition is lovely, if a bit simplistic.
[Cyril doesn't seem inclined to rush either. A joy of doing this repeatedly is that he gets to take his time and fully enjoy Dorian's body. When they make it to the bed he takes his time tasting as much of Dorian as he can as he wants to use his mouth to draw out as much pleasure from Dorian as he can.
The point of this was to soothe his loneliness and nothing does that better than letting himself enjoy the lines of Dorian's form. He's beautiful, and everything that Cyril does shows how lovely he thinks Dorian is.]
The point of this was to soothe his loneliness and nothing does that better than letting himself enjoy the lines of Dorian's form. He's beautiful, and everything that Cyril does shows how lovely he thinks Dorian is.]
[ Dorian has no qualms about letting Cyril know how much he's enjoying the attention. Of course he basks in it, because even if it's just sex, it's in the company of someone he has a great deal of fun with.
His hands move to touch whatever part of Cyril he can reach, even if it's simply running his fingers through that short white hair. It's remarkably soft. ]
His hands move to touch whatever part of Cyril he can reach, even if it's simply running his fingers through that short white hair. It's remarkably soft. ]
Passable, he says.
[ Sometimes Dorian's preference for booze was just too much. Of course, Bull had to remind himself the guy was raised in the upper echelon of Tevinter society. If it wasn't gold flavored, it wasn't good enough. ]
You know, I don't think she wrote 'em to be complicated.
[ Sometimes Dorian's preference for booze was just too much. Of course, Bull had to remind himself the guy was raised in the upper echelon of Tevinter society. If it wasn't gold flavored, it wasn't good enough. ]
You know, I don't think she wrote 'em to be complicated.
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