[Canon Update - November]

Bull woke with a quiet start. It wasn't the violent kind of waking he'd done last month, but more in line with his regular nightmares. That one had been... strange. Vivid, like a memory instead of a dream. He tried to lay quietly, tried to get his heart to slow again by breathing deep.

But he felt too awake.

He eased out of bed carefully and shuffled toward their bathroom. He'd started staying in the house again after the Purge, after his nightmares started easing. After his urge toward violence had ebbed. Once he felt like he was in control of himself again, he'd returned fully to Dorian, grateful to be close to him again.

But that dream...

He rubbed his head and turned the light on. Outside, the early morning sun caught on the frost that had formed overnight. Bull leaned on the counter and just tried to collect himself a bit. He closed his eye and thought of the dream, of dying. Absently he touched his chest, let his hand run over familiar scars but then--

Bull froze and opened his eye, looked in the mirror. There on his chest were new scars - new, freshly healed it seemed. They corresponded with where the ice had cut through him in the dream.

"What the fuck," he breathed.