His fingers, rough and calloused, brushed along Dorian's jaw so he could lean close to kiss him. "I don't think the Qun cared whether or not it suited me," he said with a quiet laugh. "But I like that you think so."
Bull stood up, but he stayed close to the mage. He smelled good.
"Should I take it off?"
Normally Dorian was an open book to him, but Bull was having trouble reading him now. He couldn't tell how much of his reticence was over liking something he felt he should and how much might be actual discomfort.
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Date: 2017-10-13 01:35 am (UTC)Bull stood up, but he stayed close to the mage. He smelled good.
"Should I take it off?"
Normally Dorian was an open book to him, but Bull was having trouble reading him now. He couldn't tell how much of his reticence was over liking something he felt he should and how much might be actual discomfort.