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shok_ebasit_hissra) wrote2017-09-30 10:51 pm
shok_ebasit_hissra) wrote2017-09-30 10:51 pm
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It took a while.
It had been a long time since Bull had any reason or occasion to put on something like this. He worked carefully, taking all due care. It wasn't impossible to do on his own, at least. Once or twice he'd been tempted to call Dorian up for help, but he felt like the final reveal had more impact if he did it alone.
When he finished, Bull re-emerged, joining Dorian in the living room again wearing something that might constitute armor, at least as far as some Qunari were concerned. More than that it was-- it was a statement of sorts. Bull had forgotten what it felt like to wear this, to feel the ropes against his skin, secure and comforting, as if they were holding him together. Controlled.
He watched Dorian's face as he approached, stopping a few feet on front of where the mage had made himself comfortable.
It had been a long time since Bull had any reason or occasion to put on something like this. He worked carefully, taking all due care. It wasn't impossible to do on his own, at least. Once or twice he'd been tempted to call Dorian up for help, but he felt like the final reveal had more impact if he did it alone.
When he finished, Bull re-emerged, joining Dorian in the living room again wearing something that might constitute armor, at least as far as some Qunari were concerned. More than that it was-- it was a statement of sorts. Bull had forgotten what it felt like to wear this, to feel the ropes against his skin, secure and comforting, as if they were holding him together. Controlled.
He watched Dorian's face as he approached, stopping a few feet on front of where the mage had made himself comfortable.