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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[bestdressed]

"It is powerful," Dorian agrees, quick to assure Bull that his reasoning isn't wrong. "Apparently this sort of Bond is a staple of this world. It's part of how order is kept. It connects the very essence of two people with a long-lasting magical tether. Of course it's powerful." And Bull is perfectly right to be nervous about it. He doesn't want to imply otherwise at all, even if he does think that given the information available, this is the best course of action.

He's glad that Bull is talking, at least. He knows how he is. It's far more characteristic of him to remain silent when he's truly uncomfortable, and Dorian is pleased that he trusts him enough to speak instead. He watches Bull's face, squeezes his fingers gently, and frees one hand to settle it against his upper arm instead, bringing their bodies closer together.

"Then I'll help you," Dorian promises. This is something he feels strongly about; this is the reason he wants to do this in the first place. To help Bull maintain the careful control of himself that he so values, where it might be compromised by factors beyond his ability to contend with. "That is the purpose of the Bond, Bull. I can help to mediate those feelings should you need me to."