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shok_ebasit_hissra) wrote2017-06-17 12:36 am
shok_ebasit_hissra) wrote2017-06-17 12:36 am
come on, get up, let me see your bruises
Fight club was good. Dorian hadn't come - work, maybe, or he just hadn't been feeling in the mood for it. Bull hadn't pressed and had promised he'd be home before it got too late.
Dorian had seen him through a few fight clubs now, but none of them had ever been like this one. At some point toward the end of the evening, Dorian had gotten a picture on his phone: a selfie of Bull and Krem with a giant carcass in the background. Bull's eyepatch was long gone and the pair of them had been a bloody mess.
Not terribly long after that, Bull arrived back to his apartment. Even if Dorian's was very nice, it was more practical for them to sleep in his: Bull's bed was bigger and more sturdy.
He looked like he'd come out of a fight in Thedas, scored with fresh lacerations and incisions, bruises blossoming across his gray skin. He'd cleaned off the worst of the blood - especially the wyvern blood - before leaving the fairgrounds. Thankfully there had been a working hose there.
Dorian had seen him through a few fight clubs now, but none of them had ever been like this one. At some point toward the end of the evening, Dorian had gotten a picture on his phone: a selfie of Bull and Krem with a giant carcass in the background. Bull's eyepatch was long gone and the pair of them had been a bloody mess.
Not terribly long after that, Bull arrived back to his apartment. Even if Dorian's was very nice, it was more practical for them to sleep in his: Bull's bed was bigger and more sturdy.
He looked like he'd come out of a fight in Thedas, scored with fresh lacerations and incisions, bruises blossoming across his gray skin. He'd cleaned off the worst of the blood - especially the wyvern blood - before leaving the fairgrounds. Thankfully there had been a working hose there.
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He stayed still, patient while Dorian saw to the rest of his injuries. When Dorian seemed finished, Bull stole the bottle from Krem. "Your turn, Krem puff."
He rolled one shoulder and pushed himself up just enough to take a drink without getting it everywhere. "Is it that different than being half naked at the beach?" he sort of wondered out loud. It was getting to be warmer here, more humid. It was starting to remind him of Par Vollen. Dorian had said at least once that beach weather was coming, despite that they had been down to the shore a few times that spring.