[ 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. ]
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Date: 2018-07-07 03:50 am (UTC)From: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?