[Cyril has been avoiding going out lately. It's probably not healthy, but he really needed a break from everything in this city.
It figures the first time he finally leaves his home, it's to get more wine. At least being a Dom means he can buy it alone, though he tends to hate thinking of his designation in terms of benefits.
His plan is to get to a store, keep his head down, ignore all of the nonsense around him, and get back to his home.
Instead, he gets distracted by the form of a large Qunari and the wine that had been held in his remaining hand crashes to the ground, breaking open and sending red wine all over the floor.]
[While he's known that someone is behind him, he hasn't quite been aware of who just yet. But that smashing of glass and the curse tells him rather quickly. Turning, he sees the familiar form of Cyril and he blinks before walking over to him.]
Can't say that this is the first time I've gotten that reaction but I gotta say I still feel bad for the wine.
[He looks at all the red and glass on the floor before looking the Elf again.]
[Bull receives a wrapped box containing an assortment of balms with a note in Cullen's cramped handwriting. "I think it's close to Satinalia, but I can't be sure. I'm not sure which of these might be best for horns, so I thought you could sample them all. Regards,
[ Another lazy morning in Bull's arms. Another morning of Fenris being quiet, far too quiet. Some may call it his 'brooding' state, even though he was so warm and snuggled up tightly against Bull's chest.
His body was there but his mind was far, far away. When he spoke, he sounded so distant. ]
After you are reeducated do you remember who you were before?
[Some mornings Fenris gets like this. Bull never pushes him to come out of it, just settling for keeping an arm on his back to ground him a little while he rests his head on his other arm. Eye closed, he lets Fenris take his time with letting him know what is on his mind.
It's better than rushing him.]
You mean back with the Qun? Yeah. You don't really change who you are. You just gain more control over the crap going through your head. Clears things out a bit so you can see clearly again.
[Cyril has gotten used to randomly ending up in a strange place and not being able to escape. This is at least a nice hotel instead of a cramped elevator or a terrifying prison, though.
And he's with his favorite person. There are all kinds of toys around that look fun.
He honestly can't see a downside here. Maybe they should expect to find out there's a recording somewhere, but even then all he can think is that a bunch of people will get some really hot porn.
That's why he's eyeing the beautifully wrapped package on the bed with suspicion. Everything in this set up seems too much like a nice getaway.]
Think it will explode when we open it?
[He doesn't think that actually will happen. They don't usually explode people. Unless it 'explodes' with a cloud of gas that will drive them crazy with lust. That's happened before.]
Not usually how they go about things. But get behind me just in case.
[He can take more damage if that's what it happens to be. He'd rather be the one having most of the impact compared to Cyril who has better experience with quick first aid. Bull is good but he's no potions master.
[ It's Satinalia when Bull receives a gift at his door. It's a shoe-box sized package with a note attached. ]
Satinalia's greetings,
Hope you like your gift because your housemates will probably hate it.
Mind your ankles.
~ A. Hawke
[ When the box is opened, a hand-sized tie-dye colored sculpted dragon pokes its head out to look around, animated with some sort of rudimentary magic. It opens its mouth as if to roar and instead produces a small cloud of pink bubbles. ]
[Huh. It's Satinalia? He had no idea. Well, no big deal to him. He's not one to celebrate it because of where he comes from.
Fenris isn't going to mind it though. But he's not sure he likes that Hawke doesn't know that. He won't comment on that fact though and just go to put it on display somewhere that it'll annoy Dorian whenever he visits them on their floor.
With Fenris of course. He knows his lover will enjoy annoying the mage they both care about. (Even if only one of them admits it.)]
[A box arrives at Bull's residence, long and square, covered in red paper and tied with a grey ribbon. Within, is a wall hanging of a dragon, with very similar horns to the Iron Bull. A note is within.]
Iron Bull,
I wish to apologize for leaping upon you and trying to take you by force at my brother's birthday celebration. Not only that, but I did not say a word in gratitude. You are an excellent lover, rough yet thoughtful. Please accept this gift as my apology, and I hope that we will meet again.
[Bull reads the note first and then chuckles. So it's the adorable quiet guy from the party. Shaking his head, he then goes to open up the package and...
Holy. Fuck.
He stares for the longest time before he grabs his device to scroll through and find this guy. When he does he immediately messages him.]
while I don’t mind if you decide to tear down Huaisang’s friendships, please inform me first. I’d like to know beforehand so I can start preparing to put the fires out.
I’d like to make a formal request with our next get together. I need your help with a certain sexual act, and I can’t think of anyone better suited for it, or who I would trust more.
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Hey, so, Bull-- can I ask you a favor? [If Bull's sharp, he sounds a little bit flustered, though he's trying really hard not to.]
Nothing weird, or not that weird, anyway. But this place is a mess, and I sorta.. wanted someone to talk to. And thus far every one I've talked to, I've ended up feeling worse about everything, and you just seem... I dunno-- like maybe it'd be okay, I guess.
[He pauses to actually breathe once he actually managed to stumble his way through his question. The sex was so much easier. Talking, though? Fran struggled even if he liked pretending otherwise. Fenris maybe would have been easier, but the idea of messing things up with him was even scarier. Bull was sort of-- middle ground.]
Hello. In my world, we celebrate a holiday of gift-giving at the end of December. I wanted to get Fenris something this year, but I'm not entirely sure what he might appreciate. Does he have any favorite foods? Does he collect anything that you know of?
[It's been a while since he spoke to the Iron Bull, but Fenris always speaks fondly of the man and Jon... still technically owes him lunch.]
[Either left at their home or given in person, Chris leaves a present for the few people he's connected with.
A small package tied with a raven card as signature.]
City's got some other holiday on, but back home it's about time for Candleglow. You exchange presents to share in the year's wealth with people who you hope have wealth in the coming year. This one's for you.
Thanks for listening. Hopes this does the trick.
-C.S.
[Bull's gift is a decently sized bottle of a thick amber liquor that smells like it might burn your nose hairs by fumes alone.]
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It figures the first time he finally leaves his home, it's to get more wine. At least being a Dom means he can buy it alone, though he tends to hate thinking of his designation in terms of benefits.
His plan is to get to a store, keep his head down, ignore all of the nonsense around him, and get back to his home.
Instead, he gets distracted by the form of a large Qunari and the wine that had been held in his remaining hand crashes to the ground, breaking open and sending red wine all over the floor.]
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Can't say that this is the first time I've gotten that reaction but I gotta say I still feel bad for the wine.
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You okay, boss?
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His body was there but his mind was far, far away. When he spoke, he sounded so distant. ]
After you are reeducated do you remember who you were before?
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It's better than rushing him.]
You mean back with the Qun? Yeah. You don't really change who you are. You just gain more control over the crap going through your head. Clears things out a bit so you can see clearly again.
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And he's with his favorite person. There are all kinds of toys around that look fun.
He honestly can't see a downside here. Maybe they should expect to find out there's a recording somewhere, but even then all he can think is that a bunch of people will get some really hot porn.
That's why he's eyeing the beautifully wrapped package on the bed with suspicion. Everything in this set up seems too much like a nice getaway.]
Think it will explode when we open it?
[He doesn't think that actually will happen. They don't usually explode people. Unless it 'explodes' with a cloud of gas that will drive them crazy with lust. That's happened before.]
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[He can take more damage if that's what it happens to be. He'd rather be the one having most of the impact compared to Cyril who has better experience with quick first aid. Bull is good but he's no potions master.
So, he steps forward so he can open it up and...
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Well. It's not a bomb, kadan.
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[ Dorian sounds breathless and there's a bit of a lisp to his voice. ]
A warning; I don't look like myself, so please don't be alarmed.
[[ ooc: Continuing this thread here. ]]
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[But he's already on the way up.]
Satinalia Delivery!
Hope you like your gift because your housemates will probably hate it.
Mind your ankles.
~ A. Hawke
[ When the box is opened, a hand-sized tie-dye colored sculpted dragon pokes its head out to look around, animated with some sort of rudimentary magic. It opens its mouth as if to roar and instead produces a small cloud of pink bubbles. ]
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Fenris isn't going to mind it though. But he's not sure he likes that Hawke doesn't know that. He won't comment on that fact though and just go to put it on display somewhere that it'll annoy Dorian whenever he visits them on their floor.
With Fenris of course. He knows his lover will enjoy annoying the mage they both care about. (Even if only one of them admits it.)]
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And access to your wine collection.
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A present and a letter
Iron Bull,
I wish to apologize for leaping upon you and trying to take you by force at my brother's birthday celebration. Not only that, but I did not say a word in gratitude. You are an excellent lover, rough yet thoughtful. Please accept this gift as my apology, and I hope that we will meet again.
- Lan Wangji
Brother of Lan Xichen
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Holy. Fuck.
He stares for the longest time before he grabs his device to scroll through and find this guy. When he does he immediately messages him.]
The Iron Bull here
Best porn I've ever gotten.
We're officially friends for life now.
Got your back anytime. You name it.
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Text; day after The Incident(s)
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I’d like to make a formal request with our next get together. I need your help with a certain sexual act, and I can’t think of anyone better suited for it, or who I would trust more.
Yours’,
Meng Yao
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Hey, so, Bull-- can I ask you a favor? [If Bull's sharp, he sounds a little bit flustered, though he's trying really hard not to.]
Nothing weird, or not that weird, anyway. But this place is a mess, and I sorta.. wanted someone to talk to. And thus far every one I've talked to, I've ended up feeling worse about everything, and you just seem... I dunno-- like maybe it'd be okay, I guess.
[He pauses to actually breathe once he actually managed to stumble his way through his question. The sex was so much easier. Talking, though? Fran struggled even if he liked pretending otherwise. Fenris maybe would have been easier, but the idea of messing things up with him was even scarier. Bull was sort of-- middle ground.]
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[Yep. Simple as that. He's ready and willing to listen without question.]
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un: thearchivist; text
In my world, we celebrate a holiday of gift-giving at the end of December.
I wanted to get Fenris something this year, but I'm not entirely sure what he might appreciate.
Does he have any favorite foods?
Does he collect anything that you know of?
[It's been a while since he spoke to the Iron Bull, but Fenris always speaks fondly of the man and Jon... still technically owes him lunch.]
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We go through a lot of it together.
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Gift Delivery
A small package tied with a raven card as signature.]
City's got some other holiday on, but back home it's about time for Candleglow. You exchange presents to share in the year's wealth with people who you hope have wealth in the coming year. This one's for you.
Thanks for listening. Hopes this does the trick.
-C.S.
[Bull's gift is a decently sized bottle of a thick amber liquor that smells like it might burn your nose hairs by fumes alone.]
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Good job. The Iron Bull Greatly Approves.]
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wanna come over sometime and watch porn?
[ notice how she just cuts right to the chase. ]
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I do not want to be alone. Will you come over?
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How...is he?
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[He's not good at talking. But he's.. trying. Eliot had pushed the point about communication and honesty too, so it's something he's working on.]
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I regret to inform you that Cullen is no longer in the city.
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How you holding up though?
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