Dorian raised his hand, purple magic crackling between the crystal on the end of his staff and his open palm. It arched over his head, like a violence of veins, before disappearing as he redirected it at a qunari foolish enough to get between the pierce of his stare and Iron Bull.
The qunari's heavy body was dashed to the side before crunching against a nearby wall.
The dragon poured out a scream, shaking dust from the ancient rafters.
Going to pretend you didn't love me?
He spoke to Bull without moving his lips, turned to a thin, pale line. Dorian placed the words directly into the man's consciousness, fueled by mortification and rage.
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Date: 2017-09-09 05:28 am (UTC)The qunari's heavy body was dashed to the side before crunching against a nearby wall.
The dragon poured out a scream, shaking dust from the ancient rafters.
Going to pretend you didn't love me?
He spoke to Bull without moving his lips, turned to a thin, pale line. Dorian placed the words directly into the man's consciousness, fueled by mortification and rage.