Date: 2017-05-02 12:30 am (UTC)
propertool: (you aren't afraid of the dark)
From: [personal profile] propertool
"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..
This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting

Profile

shok_ebasit_hissra: (Default)
the Iron Bull

April 2020

S M T W T F S
   1234
567891011
121314 15161718
19202122232425
2627282930  

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 26th, 2025 04:18 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios