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When it came down to the matter of Dorian Pavus, The Iron Bull could admit he had a bit of a blindspot for the Mage. {{ And No, not the literal blindspot hidden behind his eyepatch, a hypothetical one, unseen and far more problematic }}

It wasn’t that the Qunari deliberately ignored signs of his evolving relationship with the Tevinter man. Bull was a Ben-Hassrath, trained to notice even the slightest changes in attitude and circumstance. No,   it was simply a matter of timing. Or... lack thereof.

Even on his best days, Dorian wasn’t keen to talk about his feelings. And Bull, being what he was, had no previous experience on how this whole ‘relationship’ crap was meant to work.                  {{ If it’d just been about sex, the merc could have                  handled expectations with ease. Sex was simple,                  it had finite rules that every participating member                  followed without question.  }} But Relationships? Love? Shiiit. That was like a damn Sunday stroll through a mine-riddled fade  rift, where the rules of reality constantly changed.                   {{ And despite the uncertainty of it all, Iron Bull                  could admit that he was happy like this, so long                  as it meant Dorian at his side, in his bed, and                   always sticking his Vint nose into Bull’s business. }} So... right. Blindspot. Bull could admit to that much.  Especially when he found himself standing in the middle of his rooms at Skyhold, faced with the evidence that Dorian Pavus had moved in right under his nose. The Qunari stared at the dressing table {has he always had that table??}, crowded with fragrant oils and eyelid stains, and wondered how he had fallen so far from his role as the Qun’s greatest spy. 

Swan Princess Starters | Accepting

“Would you truly expect anything less of me, tesaro?” A smile plays across his lips, sharp canines dragging slowly with roll of Antivan words and twinkling eyes. His mood is good and he is sure the surprise will be appreciated; here is a man who has fine tastes as well. That Zevran has gone to the lengths to procure the gift from Tevinter itself...well, Dorian does not need know all that. 

Tempers & Passions (Run Equally High)         Thread by @amatuss & @ataashe         Illustration By @pfaerie   An Early HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my lovely, sweet writing partner - Amatuss! This piece was commissioned from the Amazingly Talented @pfaerie to depict a scene from one of Amatuss’s and my first threads together. It was where I first realized that this Dorian was a fantastic fit for my Iron Bull. The link to the full thread is above, but please enjoy the snippet below that inspired the picture:

In Pavus's mind, The Iron Bull acted as he always did, as a child. Some small boy in the yard with the object of his affections, teasing mercilessly until he drove it away.

        Unfortunately for himself, Dorian did not seem wise enough to do the same.

  So he crossed his arms and waited until The Iron Bull was quite done making all of the poor jokes at Dorian and his homeland’s expense. It was all very typical of him, trying to rile him up like this. He could swear that the Qunari liked it when he was mad or something.

  Dorian raised one eyebrow at the sight in front of him. The correct posture, bowing, and extension of his hand was all very nice until he opened his mouth to speak, not surprising the mage in the least.

                                                               But it was very Iron Bull.

  Dorian let his judging gaze sink into the taller man, pausing for effect, before sighing. He took the hand like a true gentleman, figuring that a little bit of fun could not be so bad.

                  ”I do hope,                              for your sake,                                     that you keep that promise.”

A grin spread across his face, wicked like a secret.

                          ”You know how good I am at setting things on fire.”

     The hand placed in his, callused by years of wielding a staff     (yet somehow still smooth), shot a private thrill up Iron Bull’s spine.     He closed his fingers around Dorian’s own and straightened,     pulling the shorter man forward into his personal space.

    Lips tilted into a sly (self congratulatory) grin, the Qunari hooked     his free hand around the curve of Pavus’s hip and turned them both,     spinning the mage backward into a hidden alcove between the tavern     and the quartermaster’s hut. He stopped himself short of pressing     Dorian up against the stone wall, mindful of fine clothing and finer hair.

    "Oh, I am plenty familiar with your fire, Dorian…“ The Bull rumbled,     bracing an elbow above the younger man’s head and leaning down,     breathing his reply against the mage’s ear.               ”…but I find myself interested in getting t'know it intimately…“

Inspired by THIS picture of elderly Bull and Dorian by Serenity-fails

For the rest of his life, The Iron Bull will remember exactly where he was when the Marriage Equality Act passed. He’ll remember standing on courthouse steps in shirtsleeves and sweltering June heat, Dorian looking far too comfortable beside him with a scarf wound round his neck. Even in a crush of people, they stood alone, watching a giant projection screen of the proceedings in the Supreme Court, their faces impassive. It had been too many years for foolish hope, 

If Bull had hair, it’d be grey by now. As it were, his slate colored skin had only grown more leathery with time, grooved by wrinkles and sagging in a way that might not have worked on a lesser man. The Qunari wore the years with a certain ease, though, as if he were an aging tree settling into his roots. The Qunari’s lover, by contrast, was still a vision of refined sex appeal, especially with half shaved, silver locks and a pale mustache. Bull glanced to one side, casually, admiring Dorian’s profile while everyone else waited in tense silence. 

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