He could have killed him. He'd been intent on killing Dorian. His Dorian. His kadan.
Horror at the reality of what had just happened numbed him out to his fingertips. Bull's breath still came in short, uneven fits and he was straining to hear Dorian's breath.
The question in Dorian's eyes cut deep, and Bull deserved it.
"Dorian, I--"
There was nothing he could say. He'd had his hand around Dorian's throat and he hadn't hesitated. He wanted to say something like, You can't surprise me like that, but it wasn't Dorian's fault. It was him.
He wanted to reach for the mage but he didn't want to see him flinch back.
Did I hurt you was pointless: of course he had. He was a seven and a half foot Qunari. Hurting people, especially humans, was easy.
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Date: 2017-09-24 02:53 am (UTC)Horror at the reality of what had just happened numbed him out to his fingertips. Bull's breath still came in short, uneven fits and he was straining to hear Dorian's breath.
The question in Dorian's eyes cut deep, and Bull deserved it.
"Dorian, I--"
There was nothing he could say. He'd had his hand around Dorian's throat and he hadn't hesitated. He wanted to say something like, You can't surprise me like that, but it wasn't Dorian's fault. It was him.
He wanted to reach for the mage but he didn't want to see him flinch back.
Did I hurt you was pointless: of course he had. He was a seven and a half foot Qunari. Hurting people, especially humans, was easy.
"Are you alright?"