Bull scowled, but stood his ground. "Dorian," he breathed, like he was pleading.
"Do demons regularly force confessions?" Somehow he doubted it. Bull rubbed the stubble on his head, trying to get his mind together but it didn't feel like he could. All his thoughts were there, pressing.
"I love you, Dorian. And that is why I didn't say anything." He struggled with the next part, like he was trying to find another way to say whatever it was he meant to say. He growled his frustration. He looked at the mage; he swore he felt the ice pushing through his chest, right there in the kitchen.
"Years, Dorian. I remembered years that I haven't lived yet, that you haven't. But now it feels like I have."
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Date: 2018-05-31 02:39 am (UTC)"Do demons regularly force confessions?" Somehow he doubted it. Bull rubbed the stubble on his head, trying to get his mind together but it didn't feel like he could. All his thoughts were there, pressing.
"I love you, Dorian. And that is why I didn't say anything." He struggled with the next part, like he was trying to find another way to say whatever it was he meant to say. He growled his frustration. He looked at the mage; he swore he felt the ice pushing through his chest, right there in the kitchen.
"Years, Dorian. I remembered years that I haven't lived yet, that you haven't. But now it feels like I have."