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coprime_recs) wrote2021-08-24 08:55 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2021-08-24 08:55 pm
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Dragon Age: These Hollow Hills by zythepsary
These Hollow Hills (Dorian/Iron Bull | NC17 | 32,026 words): It's just a friends with benefits arrangement until Bull gets a sword to the stomach. Ahh, such emotions! I love Dorian's point of view in this, the conflict he feels in himself between how he's used to things and what Bull actually means to him, and how everything comes to a head under the stress of Bull's injury.
Excerpt:
Dorian leaned closer, so Bull didn't have to stretch so far. They stayed like that for a moment. Dorian's skin tingled from every little touch, and he couldn't speak. He didn't trust his voice.
"You're safe," Cole repeated. He perched on the end of the bed, hugging his knees. "They're all dead."
Bull didn't reply. His fingers rubbed small circles into Dorian's skin.
The urge to crawl into bed beside was overwhelming. The servants wouldn't care, and neither would Trevelyan. Cole might ask questions or lurk around the room, but that was hardly the worst thing Dorian had experienced while in bed with another man. He could. He should. Undoubtedly, Bull would appreciate it, and Dorian wanted to curl up against that broad chest and feel the steady heartbeat under his palm.
But cowardice won in the end, so Dorian said, "Go back to sleep," and flung himself back into the chair and out of reach. Bull's hand still hung off the end of the mattress. He closed his eyes and ignored the pangs of guilt.
The bed shifted as Bull drew his arm back to his side. His silence roared in Dorian's ears, pressing hard on his throat, and he nearly suffocated under the weight of it.
Excerpt:
Dorian leaned closer, so Bull didn't have to stretch so far. They stayed like that for a moment. Dorian's skin tingled from every little touch, and he couldn't speak. He didn't trust his voice.
"You're safe," Cole repeated. He perched on the end of the bed, hugging his knees. "They're all dead."
Bull didn't reply. His fingers rubbed small circles into Dorian's skin.
The urge to crawl into bed beside was overwhelming. The servants wouldn't care, and neither would Trevelyan. Cole might ask questions or lurk around the room, but that was hardly the worst thing Dorian had experienced while in bed with another man. He could. He should. Undoubtedly, Bull would appreciate it, and Dorian wanted to curl up against that broad chest and feel the steady heartbeat under his palm.
But cowardice won in the end, so Dorian said, "Go back to sleep," and flung himself back into the chair and out of reach. Bull's hand still hung off the end of the mattress. He closed his eyes and ignored the pangs of guilt.
The bed shifted as Bull drew his arm back to his side. His silence roared in Dorian's ears, pressing hard on his throat, and he nearly suffocated under the weight of it.