Anywhere I would have followed you // closed

[aban_aqun]

Who: the Iron Bull aban_aqun and Dorian Pavus bestdressed
When: Four days after arriving
Where: their cottage
What: feelings
Warnings: feelings; will be updated as necessary



Slowly but surely, Dorian and Bull have been exploring their cottage and attempting to make it feel more like home. Dorian's spent time exploring the clearly magicked platforms and stairs above the house, and Bull-- has watched from the ground, for now. As much as Dorian assures him that it appears entirely stable and unlikely to fall out of the sky, Bull is content to simply trust the magic and not engage with it. For now.

Learning to trust magic has been an on-going process since he left Seheron. Bull likes to think he's made exceptional progress in the past decade or so.

Despite their focus on trying to settle, Bull hasn't forgotten the weight Dorian is carrying: the one that's been on his shoulders since they arrived. The one that's nothing to do with being here.

"Hey, found someone getting rid of these and thought you'd like them," he says when he finds Dorian in their bedroom. Draped across the Bull's arms are gauzy curtains that would look good draped around the bare canopy of the bed.

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[aban_aqun]

"Yes, I've seen them. And I would be happy to enter into a lifetime bond with you, kadan." He wouldn't hesitate, he realizes. Bull tips his head for another kiss and holds Dorian a bit tighter against his chest. It's easy to say.

It isn't just about the protection it offers them, though that is a difficult to ignore practicality. It's something enduring, lasting. It's something that might, at least in part, reflect how he feels about Dorian. They certainly don't need magic for Bull to make his feelings plain, but the ritual neatly echoes everything he already feels.

Dedicate himself to Dorian for the rest of his life? He already has.

[bestdressed]

Oh. To hear Bull say it so plainly strikes Dorian momentarily speechless. Not that it matters much, as Bull kisses him again directly after. All of his sensible, practical reasoning hadn't prepared him for simple fact of Bull wanting to be with him for the rest of his life. It is characteristic of Dorian to think of such entanglements as theirs as temporary, despite even Bull's assurance that he would still want him all the way from Tevinter. The idea of being with Bull in ten, twenty, thirty years--hoping for something so far in the future seems like inviting disappointment. But Bull says otherwise, and Dorian finds himself inclined to believe him.

"You should be so lucky," he says in lieu of what he really wants to: so would I.