shok_ebasit_hissra: (lean)
2018-06-25 12:58 am
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[For Dorian]

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.
shok_ebasit_hissra: (profile)
2018-05-27 11:59 pm
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Wish Plot [June]

"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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2018-05-27 11:25 pm
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Under the boardwalk

"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.
shok_ebasit_hissra: (Default)
2018-05-02 06:31 pm
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(no subject)

"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."
shok_ebasit_hissra: (Default)
2017-10-27 01:12 am
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[Canon Update - November]

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.
shok_ebasit_hissra: (Default)
2017-09-30 10:51 pm
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item post [continued]

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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2017-09-23 09:43 pm
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unmaker plot [october]

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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2017-08-23 09:20 pm
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(no subject)

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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2017-07-06 02:58 pm
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(no subject)

"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?"
shok_ebasit_hissra: (lean)
2017-06-22 07:19 pm
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That one time at Skyhold

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.
shok_ebasit_hissra: (blind side)
2017-06-17 12:36 am
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come on, get up, let me see your bruises

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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2017-05-20 12:30 am
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(no subject)

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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2017-05-01 08:02 pm
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(no subject)

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."
shok_ebasit_hissra: (Default)
2017-03-21 10:37 pm
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(no subject)

Bull chuckled. "I think they'd stop asking after the first time I come to the door undressed," he quipped.

He leaned Dorian into the door, turned his head to nudge at him until he found his mouth in a proper kiss. It certainly didn't bother him to kiss Dorian out in the hall.. or bite him in the lobby, as it turned out. He unlocked the door and got it open, making sure Dorian wouldn't lose his balance. Once inside he put the bags down and nudged the door shut again; now that his other arm was free he wrapped it around Dorian's back, holding him close.

"Do you propose to stay right here, kadan?"
shok_ebasit_hissra: (blind side)
2016-09-27 10:44 pm
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If you love me, don't let go

The Iron Bull felt barely together some days. He struggled to hold onto the Qun, but there were no Qunari here. The Ben-Hassrath didn't exist if he needed to turn himself in. The were no tamassrans to help bring him back to center.

And there was nothing for him to beat the shit out of.

Even after fight club, he still felt-- something. A loss, a disquiet. He was struggling. Struggle is an illusion. He'd been thinking a lot; he hadn't had the Chargers to drink with and he and Krem only recently made amends. And he felt like he should figure this out on his own. Shouldn't he?

There's another option, Bull.

Dorian's voice played again and again in his head; he remembered the look on the mage's face when he realized that Bull was not Tal-Vashoth, apparently different from the one he remembered. He remembered how Dorian looked at him that night in his kitchen, all but pleading with him to let go of the Qun. Why, he wondered?

You can survive without the Ben-Hassrath. You can survive without the Qun. I've seen it.

He knew why; he supposed he knew why. Their people were at war. Part of him wanted to argue he could be Qunari and care this deeply about someone from Tevinter, that they were not mutually exclusive ways of being. He got on fine with Krem, after all. But, a deeper voice whispered, the Qun would always come first.

The Iron Bull stopped outside Dorian's door and knocked heavily, hoping he was home.
shok_ebasit_hissra: (upset)
2016-08-16 07:24 pm
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I got spirits in my head and they won't go

The Iron Bull was tired. He felt it deep. He didn't always sleep well to start with, and ever since he arrived in Darrow it had been worse. Memories flooded fresh, especially after seeing Krem again, alive. And then, just days after that, things started happening in his apartment. Sometimes in those precious hours of sleep, sometimes when he was awake. The next time something flew across the room or tipped over or otherwise moved without him touching it, he left. He was sure it - whatever it was - would be gone by the time he came back. Every incident was short, sporadic. Kept him from finding patterns.

At first he wasn't sure where to go, but he found himself climbing the stairs to Dorian's door. He stood there or a long moment before he knocked, hand heavy. He didn't want to make life difficult for Dorian; hadn't meant to. It was strange to miss someone when he felt like he'd just seen them. Krem was barely speaking to him, there was a rift there that he didn't know how to cross.

But Dorian was here.

Bull hoped he was home.