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2020-04-15T19:38:57Z

★ First Impressions

♚ NAME: The Iron Bull
♚ CANON: Dragon Age: Inquisition
♚ SEXUALITY: pansexual
♚ GENDER: male
♚ HEIGHT: 7'6"
♚ VISUAL: Front, back, without patch
♚ MENTAL INFORMATION: Bull has PTSD, telepaths beware.
♚ SHORT BIO: Born on Par Vollen, Bull was one child among many, watched over by a nurturing tamassran instead of parents. As a child he was big and strong; it was assumed he would become a soldier until he showed a propensity for breaking rules without really breaking them. The tamassran recommended him for the Ben-Hassrath, the spies and secret police of Qunari society. After training for most of his later childhood and adolescence, he is sent to Seheron, a hotly contested area between Tevinter and Par Vollen. Most agents on Seheron last just two years, due to the prolonged physical and mental strain of being on constant alert and under threat; Hissrad survived there for eight years, rising in the ranks as his commanders either burnt out or died. At the end of eight years, quietly demanded to be taken to the Ben-Hassrath for re-education, fearing he had lost his mind and his will to do his job.

After Hissrad recovered, the Ben-Hassrath reassigned him as an undercover agent and sent him to Orlais. There he took the identity of a Tal-Vashoth, one who has rejected the teachings of the Qun, and chose the name The Iron Bull. It wasn't long before he was hired into Fisher’s Bleeders, a mercenary company; he stayed with them for several years. During that time, he rescued Cremisius Aclassi from misfortune and violence on the border of Tevinter and Nevarra; during this encounter, the Bull lost his eye to a flail, but he gained a trusted lieutenant.

Eventually Bull tired of working under Fisher and he left, taking several of Fisher’s men with him, including Krem. He founded the Bull’s Chargers and used the cover of his mercenary company to gather information on Orlesian nobles and anything else of note for the Ben-Hassrath. While living in Thedas, Bull spent his time violating the Qun at every turn: overindulging, lazing about between mercenary jobs, and drinking. When the Breach was torn open, Bull wanted to investigate; Krem suggested they reach out to the Inquisition, and through him a meeting was arranged. Upon meeting the Inquisitor, Bull revealed his position as a spy, offering all of the information that his Ben-Hassrath contacts have at their disposal in return for a position in the Inquisition. He made no secret that he would be feeding information back to the Qunari, but gained the Inquisitor's trust through the promise of mutual benefit: if he can send good information back to the Triumvirate in Par Vollen and keep their fears assuaged, then he can likely ensure that they won't call for another invasion of the southern continents to restore order. The Inquisitor accepts, and the Bull and the Chargers join the cause.

★ Permissions

♚ FLIRTING: Go for it. As long as Bull is in the mood, he's a big flirt. If he's not in the mood, he'll let someone down gently and probably tell them to try again later.
♚ PHYSICAL AFFECTION: Bull is fine with physical affection, though he generally won't touch other people unless he's certain they want it. If it's someone he's been intimate with (repeatedly), then he might be more likely to offer affection in public.
♚ VIOLENCE: The Iron Bull is a warrior and he doesn't need a weapon to do serious damage. He won't often start fights, but he will finish them, and he always has the back of anyone he cares about.
♚ RELATIONSHIPS: There are no romantic relationships under the Qun, and Bull has only recently started moving away from its teachings. He is capable of forming close bonds, but for most of his life, friends and people he has sex with were usually mutually exclusive categories. That has changed in the last several years, but he's navigating it with the emotional grace of a teenager. Open to shipping, Bull/Dorian is a fave.

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♚ Ben-Hassrath: Bull is a spy, and he's a good one. He has spent most of his life manipulating people to get information and gathering secrets, and has become adept at reading body language and between the lines. This is not something he can turn off, but if you would prefer that Bull never openly analyze your character or try to figure them out, don't hesitate to ask!
♚ The Qun: Bull was raised under the Qun and has spent most of his life dedicated to it. It's a philosophy that governs the way his people live, which is considerably different than any human society. The Qun has a poor view of mages and magic-users, and though Bull has changed his mind on the matter, he still has knee-jerk reactions to magic use, especially if it comes as a surprise. Bull is not dogmatic and he is not interested in converting anyone, but he will bring up the Qun now and then. If you would prefer it not come up in conversation, just let me know.
♚ Size: Bull is 7'6" tall with large genitalia, and he is very careful about making sure his partners are aware of what they're getting into. People can say yes, they can say no, and they can change their minds - he respects this at all steps of an intimate encounter. If he thinks he might hurt a partner, he will insist that they take it slow.

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2020-04-15T19:35:26Z

The Iron Bull
Struggle is an Illusion

BASIC

NAME:	the Iron Bull
CANON:	Dragon Age
AGE:	40ish
DOB:	Unknown
GENDER:	Male
SPECIES:	Qunari
ACTIVE:	PSLs/memes

PLAYER:	K
PLURK:	PM or givemedragons#7125

APPEARANCE

VISUAL:	Link
HEIGHT:	7'6"
BUILD:	Like a brick shithouse
HAIR:	black; kept shaved
EYES:	gray-green
FEATURES:	Bull is missing his left eye, two fingertips on his left hand, and wears a brace on his left leg.
DRESS:	Usually shirtless
VOICE:	Here

PERMISSIONS

BACKTAGGING:	✔
THREADHOPPING:	✔
FOURTHWALLING:	✘
ROMANCE:	✔
MINDREADING:	ask first
MANIPULATION:	ask first
INJURY:	✔
FIGHTING:	✔
KILLING:	✔

feel free to contact for details

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YES	MAYBE	NO
✓ age/size differences ✓ anal sex★ ✓ bdsm ✓ biting★ ✓ blowjobs★ ✓ bondage★ ✓ breath play★ ✓ comfort sex★ ✓ conditioning ✓ dirty talk★ ✓ double penetration ✓ edging ✓ fingering ✓ frottage★ ✓ handjobs ✓ immobilization ✓ intoxication ✓ intercrural sex ✓ knife play ✓ magic/superpowered sex ✓ masturbation ✓ monsters ✓ multiple orgasms ✓ multiple partners ✓ orgasm denial ✓ pain ✓ partially clothed sex★ ✓ possessive★ ✓ power games ✓ rimming ✓ rough sex★ ✓ somnophilia ✓ vaginal intercourse ✓ violence ✓ wet dreams	◌ body modification ◌ branding ◌ cuckolding ◌ degradation ◌ dub-con ◌ exhibitionism ◌ face-fucking ◌ gender play ◌ humiliation ◌ prostitution ◌ slavery ◌ tentacle sex ◌ toys ◌ voyeurism ◌ kink	✗ animals ✗ bathroom fetishes ✗ children (under 16) ✗ emetophilia ✗ infantilism ✗ non-con ✗ pet play ✗ vore

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the Iron Bull | Dragon Age

2020-04-15T19:32:04Z

The Iron Bull

"You don't need blood magic or demons to change someone's mind. We're a lot more fragile than we'd like to believe."

Hissrad

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2019 Reqs

2019-01-31T03:30:06Z

Jaunuary
1/9/2019 Molly linkdump

1/10/2019 Guy's EP

1/23/2019 Daniel's EP

February
2/14/2019 Valentine's Day - Krem

2/19/2019 Saoirse's School Project

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Chess is the struggle against the error

2018-11-06T16:00:38Z

Playing chess in the park with Nina had become a strange, regular ritual. The Bull liked rituals, though, and having somewhere to be once or twice a week help him set other parts of his life in order. He liked chess, too: it kept his mind active. Playing against Nina did that two-fold, as she tended to try to cheat in one way or another. He didn't blame her, but it kept him on his toes.

"Check," she said triumphantly, her green eyes bright.

Bull surveyed the board and moved his king to protect it. She moved a knight; he took it with his rook. Nina pouted.

"All out of horsemen," she sighed as she propped her head on her hand, elbow on the table. She made what seemed to be a reckless move with a bishop and Bull reacted with staid calm to defend his king.

"Checkmate!" Nina declared. Bull blinked and had to look at the board, wondering what he had missed. In her quick move withe bishop, she'd drawn his attention away from her queen. He surveyed the board, but she was right: there was nowhere to move his king that would be safe.

"You're getting better," he said as he sat back. Nina looked very pleased with herself. "Another game?"

"Sadly I have a few clients lined up for this afternoon," she said as she rose, smoothing out her coat. "Same time next week?"

"Of course." Bull rose with a quiet grunt. He wore a metal brace on his left leg, and the old pain bothered him more in the cold. He accepted a hug from Nina and kissed the top of her head. She was a kind girl.

As she left, Bull carefully sat back down, using the stone table for support. He stretched his bad leg out and started setting the board up again. He was wearing more clothes than he ever had in Thedas, mostly at Dorian's and Krem's insistence. Krem tailored everything for him. Today it was a long-sleeved v-neck sweater. He'd brought his coat with him, but for now it sat under him to protect him from the chilly stone bench.

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shok_ebasit_hissra @ 2018-10-21T15:37:00

2018-10-21T19:41:49Z

Bull was starting to wonder if this time of year was somehow cursed. Last year it was nightmares that almost made him kill Dorian. Now? Now it was strange, waking nightmares. The joke was on Darrow: this shit was nothing new to him, and he resented it being brought back now. Still, it did unnerve him, and he kept thinking of Krem - Krem, who hinted at having gone through terrible things since coming to Darrow. Krem, whose bloody visage haunted him even when he was awake now.

He walked to Krem's shop, partly because it was easier than finding a ride that could fit him, and partly because he needed to move. Striding through the city gave him something somewhat mindless yet still important to focus on. Walking across all of Thedas had been damn solid therapy sometimes. It was the middle of the day, so he knew Krem would be in. It occurred to him when he was about a block away that he could have just called, but there were things that he couldn't check on over the phone: he couldn't see Krem's face, or the look in his eyes. Couldn't see his body language.

No, in person would always be better.

The little bell over the door announced him and Bull was strangely relieved to see Krem finishing up with a customer. He waited off to the side; it was impossible for him to be completely out of the way or unnoticed, but that was fine.

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[For Dorian]

2018-06-25T05:06:06Z

It was nearly twenty minutes past when Dorian said he'd be out, which meant it was reasonable to go in and attempt to root him out. With a quiet grunt, Bull got up from the stairs outside the library and headed in. He nodded politely to the woman behind the reception counter, who knew him well by now, who told him that Dorian was last seen sorting new things that had come to the library.

Bull wondered if he'd found something of interest that distracted him, or if it was just taking longer than anticipated. Either way, he moved quietly through the stacks and found Dorian in an open area he liked to spread out in.

There on a table were a sword, a bandolier of what looked like bells, and a stack of books. Judging by the one that was sitting open, they were hand-written.

"Dorian?" he called gently, not wanting to startle him: that would be a recipe for an accident.

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[For Geralt]

2018-06-25T03:41:25Z

Bull needed to get out of the house. Since Dorian made his wish, after the initial floodgate of things Bull didn't necessarily want to share had been broken, the mage had spent a solid week needling things out. It wasn't even always on purpose, but Bull had no recourse. He couldn't censor himself, he couldn't lie, and he couldn't hedge.

He'd been avoiding work, but he needed to do something, and helping Geralt with the house seemed as good an outlet as any. He'd been out to the site frequently since Geralt broke ground; sometimes with Krem and Gannicus, other times not. More hands made fast work, and more than that, he kind of liked seeing the progress. He liked knowing he had a small hand in that. So much of his life before coming to Darrow had involved playing the long game, the end of which he might never see.

On his way through the woods, Bull took off his shirt. It was a warm day and he didn't want to wear it, and there was no point in trying to hide the scars anymore. Geralt certainly wasn't one to judge.

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Wish Plot [June]

2018-05-28T04:21:25Z

"Dorian, you were in public. In daylight. You brought a dead animal back to life!" Bull scowled when Dorian retorted with something about his professionalism, with his skill. Bull didn't doubt Dorian's skill, of course he didn't. He had seen Dorian wield the power of the Fade on battlefields; he knew Dorian had figured out how to solve whatever it was Alexius did to him and the Inquisitor to move them in time.

But that wasn't the point.

"This is not Tevinter, and there is no Inquisitor here to protect you."

Even though he was annoyed, his voice remained even and calm, even in the face of Dorian getting sarcastic and sharp. All he could think of was the potential danger. There could be plenty of people out there interested in someone that could manipulate the dead like that. Maybe Darrow was more or less accepting of magic and mages, but that didn't make them safe.

Eventually, it wasn't worth keeping up the fight. Bull shook his head, and for now, he let it go. He fell into bed, wanting to just sleep the night off.

Come morning, Bull ached. He was awake early and couldn't quite make himself fall back asleep. So he rose and shuffled his way downstairs to start coffee for the two of them.

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Under the boardwalk

2018-05-28T03:36:47Z

"Don't tell me you've never read smutty romance novels," Bull said as he carried Dorian away from the remotely populated part of the boardwalk, toward the actual beach. It was still early in the season - there was no one around.

Dorian was solid and warm in his arms, easy to carry. "Remember the first time I carried you like this? Maybe you don't, you were almost delirious and injured, probably dehydrated. Out in the Western Approach. I think you burned yourself out - you were so angry about the Venatori. You went down on a mission, and I carried you back to camp."

Bull had never really mentioned it after the fact, because, on the off-chance that Dorian did remember, Bull wanted to preserve his dignity. It was before they'd fallen into bed together, anyway.

Now he was carrying him across a much different kind of sand, with absolutely no concern for Dorian's dignity. Well, maybe a bit: he hadn't thrown Dorian over his shoulder yet.

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shok_ebasit_hissra @ 2018-05-02T18:31:00

2018-05-02T22:34:36Z

"Dorian!"

Bull called for him as soon as he was through their front door. It was too narrow for his liking, but the doorways and thresholds in the rest of the house made up for that. So did the ceiling height. He started hiking up the shirt he'd worn while out and about - it was the first thing to come off almost every time he came home. He'd never worn a shirt, unless it was under armor, before coming to Darrow and it was still an adjustment.

With a grunt he paused, momentarily frustrated when he got the neck and short sleeves of the t-shirt stuck on his arms and horns. He'd been in too much of a hurry.

"I found an undead kid today. He talks."

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shok_ebasit_hissra @ 2018-05-02T18:26:00

2018-05-02T22:31:09Z

Bull took a deep breath and closed his eye for a moment, debating the course of action he was about to take. There was something out there getting into people's heads, making them do things they wouldn't normally do. It had happened to him, which shook him down to his bones.

But he could not take himself out of this equation, not yet. He could not hunt something down and kill it if he was dead. He couldn't leave Dorian and Krem without first giving them the chance to figure this out, to help, to end it.

All he knew was that he'd had something in his head, and he'd lost control of himself. Even if what happened was ridiculous, he couldn't let it go.

So he sat in the woods, away from home and away from Dorian's shock or horror, with an awl he used to repair leather and a length of strong cord. He did not want any more corruption coming out of him. He took another breath, and with a resolve that came from years of pure belief and knowing, he used the awl to pierce both lips and draw the cord through.

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2018 Reqs

2018-01-26T21:49:55Z

January
1/4/2018 Thor's Debut

1/7/2018 Aimeric's Debut

1/10/2018 PORGS!

February
2/2/2018 Verity's EP

2/4/2018 Cassius's Item Post

2/11/2018 Krem's EP

2/14/2018 Valentine's Day - Alec

March
3/6/2018 Magnus Bane's EP

3/8/2018 A Sudden Nice Day

3/17/2018 St. Patrick's Day - Elio

April
4/1/2018 Founder's Day - Victra

4/12/2018 Jack's EP

4/13/2018 Oliver's EP

4/26/2018 R's Debut

May
5/1/2018 Baby for Magnus and Alec

5/12/2018 Chloe EP

5/25/2018 Dorian EP

June
6/5/2018 Jamie's Debut

6/11/2018 Wish Plot

6/15/2018 R's Wish

6/16/2018 Pride TL

July
7/10/2018 Achilles Debut

7/27/2018 Summer Concert - Dorian

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August
8/4/2018 Krem's Wedding

8/17/2018 Geralt's EP

8/24/2018 Color Party

September
9/26/2018 Chess EP

October
10/1/2018 Greta's EP

10/23/2018 Inej EP

10/28/2018 Krem EP

November
11/16/2018 Fight Club

December
12/8/2018 Krampusnacht - R

12/8/2018 Krampusnacht - TL - 2 threads

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Long I stood there, wondering, fearing

2018-01-14T02:42:22Z

Daine and Kitten had shown up to their house ostensibly for a play date for the little dragon. But it hadn't taken more than a cup of tea and some well-placed questions to get Daine spilling that she felt like she was imposing on Thomas Sharpe. Bull gently offered her a place to stay, certain Dorian wouldn't mind. She was a fellow mage in need. And she had a baby dragon.

It was a good evening: Bull cooked for everyone and he settled Kitten and Daine into the guest room downstairs.

Everything was fine, until he dreamed. The Iron Bull had nightmares, it was a fact of his life since childhood. When the Unmaker was tearing things apart, they had gotten worse. Now? Now he was re-living, vividly, the events of his own death.

He shot awake; it disturbed Dorian into murmuring. Bull quieted him before he slipped out of bed and headed downstairs. He nearly fell down, them, stumbling down the stairs. He caught himself at the bottom. His entire core ached, sore from an impact that he had experienced in another.. what, timeline?

Bull stood quietly for a moment, listening. He just hoped he hadn't woken Dorian back up.

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[Canon Update - November]

2017-10-27T05:18:12Z

Bull woke with a quiet start. It wasn't the violent kind of waking he'd done last month, but more in line with his regular nightmares. That one had been... strange. Vivid, like a memory instead of a dream. He tried to lay quietly, tried to get his heart to slow again by breathing deep.

But he felt too awake.

He eased out of bed carefully and shuffled toward their bathroom. He'd started staying in the house again after the Purge, after his nightmares started easing. After his urge toward violence had ebbed. Once he felt like he was in control of himself again, he'd returned fully to Dorian, grateful to be close to him again.

But that dream...

He rubbed his head and turned the light on. Outside, the early morning sun caught on the frost that had formed overnight. Bull leaned on the counter and just tried to collect himself a bit. He closed his eye and thought of the dream, of dying. Absently he touched his chest, let his hand run over familiar scars but then--

Bull froze and opened his eye, looked in the mirror. There on his chest were new scars - new, freshly healed it seemed. They corresponded with where the ice had cut through him in the dream.

"What the fuck," he breathed.

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item post [continued]

2017-10-01T03:01:56Z

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.

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unmaker plot [october]

2017-09-24T02:02:59Z

Bad dreams weren't new to the Iron Bull. He'd been having them since... he was a child, really. Anxious nightmares about being possessed by demons and the nameless fears of a child. During and after Seheron, those fears had gained names, had gained memories: fog warriors, Tal Vasoth, madness. Even after reeducation those memories haunted him, and more than once during his ten years in the south he'd woken up in a cold sweat, or worse. His room in Skyhold looked like a wreck for a reason, especially after he'd lost the Chargers.

Most people assumed it was because he was a barbarian Qunari, and that suited him fine. No one needed to know that the Iron Bull fought demons in his sleep when the memories were bad enough.

Usually a warm body next to him helped to keep the dreams at bay. He slept well with Dorian nestled against him, and despite the upset of arriving in Darrow and the occasional troubling thought, Bull had enjoyed relatively restful nights for the past year.

But the past month was like being in the middle of Seheron all over again. As soon as he drifted off, nightmares plagued him. For the most part he was quiet through them, or he woke and simply didn't go back to sleep. He was tired, but he could still do his job and he tried to wave off Dorian's growing concern. Just a rough patch. Maybe it was the time of year, maybe it was-- he didn't know. Some thoughts weren't worth humoring.

That night, though, they were bad. He could see the bodies of the children, ravaged by poison. He could see what remained of the Tal Vashoth, ravaged by him. The smell of the blood heavy in the too hot, too humid air of the island. And somewhere in the back of his mind he heard Corypheus laughing, promising him madness.

Something woke him. Bull moved without thinking, rolling sharply until his full weight bore down on the body that had touched him, hand around a delicate throat and squeezing.

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shok_ebasit_hissra @ 2017-09-08T22:16:00

2017-09-09T02:54:45Z

The Iron Bull followed the Inquisitor and her companions through eluvians, chasing down the Viddasala and her men. He fought, he defended, he assisted in every matter the Inquisitor included him in, and even some that she didn't. Something heavy settled in him as they entered a familiar room. As far as they all knew, nothing had changed. Even Dorian had no idea.

Hissrad was good.

Why did that make him feel slightly sick now?

"Dragon's Breath is... an actual dragon?"

The heavy weights guarding the dragon noticed them. Bull squared himself and he heard the Viddasala's voice before he looked at her. She didn't need to speak to give the order, but she did.

"Hissrad, now! Vinek kathas!"

He turned toward the rest of the party and drew his great sword. "Understood, ma'am. Change of plans. Nothing personal, bas."

He kept his gaze on the Inquisitor's face. He couldn't look at Dorian, would not. Instead he charged the Inquisitor; only the full weight of Cassandra's countermeasure knocked him off course. But he had been alive and fighting longer than most of them. He grabbed the Seeker's shield and used it to fling her away from him as the rest of the Viddasala's men fell on the party.

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shok_ebasit_hissra @ 2017-08-23T21:20:00

2017-08-24T01:30:51Z

Bull didn't linger too long at fight club after Dorian left. He was bruised but it was hardly anything more than he might have gotten from a training session. He let himself into their new house. There was still unpacking - mostly Dorian's books - but It was starting to look settled in.

"Dorian?" he called as he nudged the door shut again, listening for movement in the house. Dorian's words had been shivering down his spine since their tussle: I have plans for you and that smart mouth of yours.

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shok_ebasit_hissra @ 2017-07-06T14:58:00

2017-07-06T19:04:40Z

"You would find a house with a tower," Bull said as he looked up at the building, a smile tugging at his mouth. It almost reminded him of the main building of Skyhold in miniature, and somehow that seemed like it would suit them both of them.

It wasn't quite the estate Dorian had first suggested, but it was on a decently sized piece of land - it allowed for privacy without being out in the hills and there was plenty of space for any kind of gardens that Dorian wanted. Seemed like something both of them could live with.

He looked over at the mage, fond. "Does it have the wood stove you wanted?"

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That one time at Skyhold

2017-06-22T23:55:15Z

Adamant had been some shit. The siege itself hadn't thrown Bull too badly, even with all the corrupted wardens and demons running around, but falling into the damned Fade had not been part of anyone's plan. It had taken every ounce of training he had to keep his head on straight as they bodily walked through a nightmare-claimed landscape that was completely unfamiliar, and that played on each of their deepest fears.

It had been a long, long trip back to Skyhold and as soon as they were there, Bull had Cassandra, and the Inquisitor, beat him with the biggest training staff either of them could manage. It had helped, some, but after that he'd had rooted himself in the tavern and had not left until the scenery swum when he stood up.

He was impressed he didn't just pass out there on the floor, but he sobered up enough to get up the three fights of stairs to his room above the tavern. It seemed as good a place as any for him, especially once the roof had been fixed up. Other than the bed and his gear, it was fairly sparse... and now and then it looked like someone had rampaged through it.

Bull hoped his dreams wouldn't be too intense after walking through the fucking Fade.

With that thought, he found himself not particularly eager to go to bed. He considered finding company before recalling he had letters to write. He would do that first. Bull managed to retrieve his travel desk from his gear and make it to the edge of his bed without too much disaster. At least he'd be able to read through these again before he sent them off.

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come on, get up, let me see your bruises

2017-06-17T05:03:19Z

Fight club was good. Dorian hadn't come - work, maybe, or he just hadn't been feeling in the mood for it. Bull hadn't pressed and had promised he'd be home before it got too late.

Dorian had seen him through a few fight clubs now, but none of them had ever been like this one. At some point toward the end of the evening, Dorian had gotten a picture on his phone: a selfie of Bull and Krem with a giant carcass in the background. Bull's eyepatch was long gone and the pair of them had been a bloody mess.

Not terribly long after that, Bull arrived back to his apartment. Even if Dorian's was very nice, it was more practical for them to sleep in his: Bull's bed was bigger and more sturdy.

He looked like he'd come out of a fight in Thedas, scored with fresh lacerations and incisions, bruises blossoming across his gray skin. He'd cleaned off the worst of the blood - especially the wyvern blood - before leaving the fairgrounds. Thankfully there had been a working hose there.

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shok_ebasit_hissra @ 2017-05-20T00:30:00

2017-05-20T04:31:14Z

It was late when he texted Dorian, just to warn the mage that he was on his way home. He'd promised he would; some nights it wasn't an issue, but Bull just had a feeling when he left the Bramford earlier. He hadn't been wrong, apparently. He took the elevator, even if he didn't trust it, because he'd taken a bad blow to his left leg and the idea of walking up all the stairs proved more daunting.

He leaned on the wall as he went down the hall and let himself into his apartment. He liked that Dorian spent the night; he liked that Dorian spent the night even when Bull had to work. It would be just as easy for Dorian to get an undisturbed night of sleep in his own apartment, but he was always there. Bull liked seeing him, asleep and relaxed and somehow taking up three quarters of the massive bed.

Bull landed on the bed more heavily than he meant to and he hissed, teeth grit against the pain. He breathed through it; it wasn't the worst pain he'd ever had. He was annoyed that it had slowed him up at all. Bull leaned down to work the brace loose, to take it off so he could remove his boots, at last. He might not bother changing for bed.

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shok_ebasit_hissra @ 2017-05-01T20:02:00

2017-05-02T00:07:59Z

One morning Bull woke up, no longer Askaashi, once more seeing the world through just one eye. It felt strange, but good. His memories felt close, felt real. It had been one hell of a week. He was glad Krem thought to keep some of his adult clothes around. He got dressed and headed out; they sky was heavy and overcast, and every time the wind kicked up he could smell rain.

He made his way to the library; he remembered that Dorian had to work, which was how he'd ended up at Krem's. Or maybe it was because he'd kept trying to itch his horn nubs on everything Dorian owned.

It felt really good to be an adult again.

The rain started before he reached the library; when he got there he saw a familiar figure just coming out. Bull grinned.

"Dorian! I'm back."

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Dangerous Questions, Dangerous Actions [Thedas]

2017-04-11T01:52:36Z

Bull didn't answer or even humor questions about their most recent job. He'd just come into camp one day and announced they had one, without saying what it was or who they were working for. Throughout the mission, the Iron Bull had disappeared, turned into someone else: he was sharp, his orders were not open to negotiation or back talk, and retribution was swift for anyone that put a toe out of line. There was no room for error and he would brook no argument in the carrying out of this particular mission.

All of the Chargers were confused, maybe put off, but no one asked questions.

It wasn't an easy job, demanding both secrecy and force; Bull orchestrated it carefully, went over the plan in detail with the core of the Chargers so that it could go off without a hitch. Failure wasn't an option; neither was trying again if something didn't work out. It was an assassination, intelligence gathering, and a complete cover up all in one. The Chargers didn't know about the intelligence part; Bull kept it that way. The mission was over as quickly as it had been revealed, and there was no offer of celebration in the end. Instead it was into the mountains; they were getting out of Orlais while the dust settled.

In the quiet of the camp, Bull sat outside his tent, always just a little bit separate from that of the rest of the Chargers, by his own fire. His lap desk sat nearby, new dispatches ready to go out as soon as he could pass them off to a Ben-Hassrath agent. There was one waiting over the border, he knew that. They just had to get there.

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