propertool: (you aren't afraid of the dark)
Dorian Pavus ([personal profile] propertool) wrote in [personal profile] shok_ebasit_hissra 2017-05-02 12:30 am (UTC)

"Amatus!"

Dorian dropped his umbrella on the marble landing of the library as he looked up to find the owner of that familiar, guttural voice. He took the stairs down, two at a time with a desperate grace and, on reaching the bottom three, launched himself off of the staircase and into Bull's arms.

He hadn't seen Bull in what felt like forever, though it had only been days, and Bull had never gone, not really. At the same time, the little Qunari youngling left in Bull's place was not what Dorian wanted, or most needed. His friend had gone, his lover, and now Dorian had him bck.

Even with Krem around, things were desperately lonely without the Bull.

Dorian wrapped his arms around Bull's neck, setting upon him with his mouth in a hungry kiss, edged with heartache. His lips bruised on Bull's slick teeth, but he couldn't care.

A little, warm sob dropped out of his mouth, like an over-ripe fruit. The rain redoubled. Somewhere in the distance, a woman laughed from the shelter of the library's edifice..

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