"I have heard worse than anything he might say to me." The Crows are not so kind masters, Taliesin not so sweet an owner for him to be new to such things. But again, darker times for another night. For now there is a flask he sips from and offers over before accepting the shirt. It saves him the trouble of stealing one from Alistair later.
Another thing that makes the Bull squint on occasion, how often he smells of Alistair. Dorian gives him A Look and Cole makes noises and Sera makes Gestures but they are friends that do not fuck. It is a rare and precious thing, that.
It makes Alistair safe in ways he cannot quite explain, having someone that likes him without wanting him.
"Dorian or The Bull or both? I think, perhaps, something is brewing there and I know better than to wander in where I might become a complication." He might wish to be a complication, he might ache a little in want of that level of attention, that focus, that devotion and his voice may be a touch wistful- but he knows better. Such things are not for him. "It leaves my bed empty, so to speak."
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Another thing that makes the Bull squint on occasion, how often he smells of Alistair. Dorian gives him A Look and Cole makes noises and Sera makes Gestures but they are friends that do not fuck. It is a rare and precious thing, that.
It makes Alistair safe in ways he cannot quite explain, having someone that likes him without wanting him.
"Dorian or The Bull or both? I think, perhaps, something is brewing there and I know better than to wander in where I might become a complication." He might wish to be a complication, he might ache a little in want of that level of attention, that focus, that devotion and his voice may be a touch wistful- but he knows better. Such things are not for him. "It leaves my bed empty, so to speak."