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Jan. 28th, 2019 11:54 pmBull looked back at the villa just once. It was a place of safety, of seclusion. It was a place where he and Dorian could forget everything that separated them for a few hours, a few days - a few weeks, if they were lucky. But Dorian was returning north, and for the first time, Bull was going with him.
He'd first made the offer years ago, insisting that he would follow Dorian anywhere: even to the heart of Minrathous. They'd both known how ridiculous the idea was at the time: a former Ben-Hassrath agent would be no safer in Minrathous than he would be in the heart of Qunadar. But after the attack, and the rescue, he'd quietly made the offer again. Bull knew he wouldn't be safe, but he wanted more than just fleeting moments. He wanted more than having Dorian in his arms, knowing they would have to part again.
He wanted.
His gaze trailed back forward, to Dorian, and everything in him softened. He'd changed in the last few years, he'd come into his own in a way that Bull had only seen glimmers of before. Bull felt his chest swell with pride. Of course he'd followed Lucerni politics as much as he could from beyond the border, and the reforms they pushed were nothing short of impressive. Bull wasn't actually surprised that the Venatori tried to kill Dorian, and he knew that traveling to the border and back made Dorian all the more vulnerable.
"Do we get to stay in fancy way-houses, since I'm traveling with a magister?" he asked, grinning. "Or are you going to camp now that you have a big Tal-Vashoth to set it up for you?"
He'd first made the offer years ago, insisting that he would follow Dorian anywhere: even to the heart of Minrathous. They'd both known how ridiculous the idea was at the time: a former Ben-Hassrath agent would be no safer in Minrathous than he would be in the heart of Qunadar. But after the attack, and the rescue, he'd quietly made the offer again. Bull knew he wouldn't be safe, but he wanted more than just fleeting moments. He wanted more than having Dorian in his arms, knowing they would have to part again.
He wanted.
His gaze trailed back forward, to Dorian, and everything in him softened. He'd changed in the last few years, he'd come into his own in a way that Bull had only seen glimmers of before. Bull felt his chest swell with pride. Of course he'd followed Lucerni politics as much as he could from beyond the border, and the reforms they pushed were nothing short of impressive. Bull wasn't actually surprised that the Venatori tried to kill Dorian, and he knew that traveling to the border and back made Dorian all the more vulnerable.
"Do we get to stay in fancy way-houses, since I'm traveling with a magister?" he asked, grinning. "Or are you going to camp now that you have a big Tal-Vashoth to set it up for you?"
