He nodded and his fingers brushed down the back of Dorian's neck. He'd needed time, too, but most of his had been spent trying to keep this all buried, trying to will it away.
But the Iron Bull could not will away the scars on his chest and his back. Every time Dorian touched them, on purpose or in passing, he remembered the look on the mage's face as he died.
"You told me about that," he said with a wry smile. "One night, not long after we started sleeping with each other. We were in your room, and you told me what happened in the future you and the Inquisitor visited. You were anxious about it, despite the success at Halamshiral. Nothing you said surprised me. It was a cause worth dying for."
He nuzzled Dorian's cheek, then tipped his head to kiss him; Dorian's lips were tight, unhappy. Keeping the secret had been heavy, but it had spared Dorian some angst.
"I wanted to protect you from this future of mine," he confessed, soft and somewhat contrite. "I knew it would not be yours."
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Date: 2018-06-08 10:08 pm (UTC)But the Iron Bull could not will away the scars on his chest and his back. Every time Dorian touched them, on purpose or in passing, he remembered the look on the mage's face as he died.
"You told me about that," he said with a wry smile. "One night, not long after we started sleeping with each other. We were in your room, and you told me what happened in the future you and the Inquisitor visited. You were anxious about it, despite the success at Halamshiral. Nothing you said surprised me. It was a cause worth dying for."
He nuzzled Dorian's cheek, then tipped his head to kiss him; Dorian's lips were tight, unhappy. Keeping the secret had been heavy, but it had spared Dorian some angst.
"I wanted to protect you from this future of mine," he confessed, soft and somewhat contrite. "I knew it would not be yours."