The trouble with being a mage, living in an apartment building, in a city, was that the Fade even in Darrow reflected the material world that it shared space with. The heat rolling in unexpectedly had left the building with cranky, exhausted people, and their emotions resonated through the Fade.
Dorian's dreams had been odd and unsettling. He'd not fallen into a deep sleep yet, not as he normally did.
Bull's landing on the bed bounced him gently awake, and he sat up, groggy and a little matted, to squint across at Bull.
"Bull?" he asked. Even before he had all of the sleep scrubbed out of his eyes, he could tell by the set of Bull's shoulders that something was amiss.
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Date: 2017-05-20 04:40 am (UTC)Dorian's dreams had been odd and unsettling. He'd not fallen into a deep sleep yet, not as he normally did.
Bull's landing on the bed bounced him gently awake, and he sat up, groggy and a little matted, to squint across at Bull.
"Bull?" he asked. Even before he had all of the sleep scrubbed out of his eyes, he could tell by the set of Bull's shoulders that something was amiss.