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[fantachetic]

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[veilstrike]

No, I'm not cross with you. [ She shakes her head, leaning into him more. ]

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[fantachetic]

See, I had the suspicion you weren't.

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[veilstrike]

[ Lifting her head, she pokes his cheek gently. ]

I'd cuddle you even if I was cross.

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[fantachetic]

That's good to hear- I don't get enough of it as it is.

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[veilstrike]

Oh? [ Now she's curious. ] I thought there was someone very interested in cuddling you.

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[fantachetic]

It's less the cuddling and more the sex, I believe. Though the cuddling is nice, it's not the main point of interest.

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[veilstrike]

Are you sure? I think you should branch out, vhenas.

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[fantachetic]

Well.. I do have to say that sating is a new avenue I hadn't truly explored.

[ There's a whoooole lot of past-tense there. ]

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[veilstrike]

... Did something happen?

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[fantachetic]

I may have gone on one or two. With Bull, of all people..

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[veilstrike]

[ And here she goes, sitting up a little, almost headbutting him. ]

What do you mean? Tell me more?

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[samahl]

Dorian can we...

[He starts and feels entirely too sober for this]

Can we talk?

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[fantachetic]

Of course, Cyril.

[ Ah yes, the dreaded phrase. ]

[samahl]

Right.

[A moment that feels longer than it is.] So, you and Bull?

[fantachetic]

[ His response is cautious, though not insincere. He's being made to face things that he really hasn't had to in a long time and it's uncomfortable and reminds him too much of home, almost like a thinly-veiled accusation. The logical part of his brain knows that's not how Cyril means it, but Tevinter is fucked up. ]

Sometimes, yes.

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[fantachetic]

As I've said- we've gone on a few dates. He took me to dinner and the theater a few planets ago..

It was nice.

[samahl]

[Cyril is the furthest from judging Dorian for it. If anything, he's pretty pleased at the idea. He cares so much for both of them, the thought they can make each other happy is nice.]

That's good! He's good, I mean. And so are you.

I do have to ask though... He told the entire network that what you two do is 'different' than something casual.

Do you feel the same? Should I... back off?

[Woo. He's so proud his voice didn't crack or didn't have anything else but concern and friendship. No sign of how he feels like his heart is in his throat.

He had told Leilani he would tell Dorian how he felt, but that seems pretty impossible now. At least, him doing it depends on how Dorain responds.]

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian lets out a weary sigh, trying to sort out an answer. He should be furious with Bull for airing their business to the entire fleet, but he did make some very poignant statements that Dorian hadn't anticipated. ]

It certainly requires a bit more trust..

[ Though Dorian will admit that he gladly hands over that trust when Bull takes the reigns-- or the ropes, as it has been lately. As for whether Cyril should back off.. well. He's not certain. He adores Cyril, but if all of this is stringing him along, then that's not fair to him. He thoroughly enjoys their interludes together, and he's come to see him as a very close friend.

Either way, this is a very shit situation.. ]

It...doesn't feel like anything I've experienced before, I will say that much.

[ So many times, he's been pushed to the side or regarded as something casual, tossed aside and worth little more than a tryst. Certainly no one worthy of a relationship. The way Bull makes him feel intimidates him sometimes, but he's quite like a moth drawn to flame. ]

[samahl]

Then I will.

Back off, I mean.

I want you to be able to experience that, Dorian, without fear of a third party messing it up.

Whatever else I feel for you, you will always be my friend first. And a friend would encourage you to explore whatever it is that is growing between the two of you.

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian remains silent until Cyril is finished talking, and for a bit longer afterward. He's so thankful to have Cyril, and can't fathom why he's being so understanding in this. Truly, he doesn't deserve it.

He swallows past the lump forming in his throat. ]

I really don't deserve you, you realize. [ In friendship or much else. ] I'm a very selfish man, I've proven this.

[samahl]

Dorian...

I only think the world of you, so I'll have to disagree.

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian laughs, though it's a brittle thing. ]

Says the selfless man who saved Thedas and continues to do so..

[ How do you accept genuine compliments???? Cannot relate. ]

[samahl]

I'm not sure if anyone will be able to save Thedas in the long run, Dorian.

And that means I should do what I can to ensure my friends enjoy their time here. Who knows how much any of us have left back there.

[fantachetic]

Hopefully a great deal more- we both have things to accomplish. There is still Solas to beat into shape.

[ The joke seems superficial, and he goes quiet again. ]

You realize I care for you a great deal, yes?

[samahl]

[Hearing that legitimately hurts. It's a weird ache that starts in his chest and seems to want to burrow it's way through his entire body. He hadn't expected that being told you were cared for would hurt so badly.

He almost wishes he could have the pain from the anchor back instead.

He'd been so good at hiding any of his own feelings, of just being a friend, of being happy for two people he loves - in his own weird, stilted kind of way.

But hearing that from Dorian just feels like an open wound.]

And I you.

[And he can't stop his voice from sounding very small to his ears.

He hates the way it sounds.]