[ Give him a moment, or two, or maybe three. Blindly he takes the bowl tightly and spits, frantically almost, as if the motion alone would rid the taste from his mouth. ]
Y─ [ He coughs and groans. ] Yes. Vishante kaffas, I have never tasted so foul in my life.
[ He is serious about it this time! Very serious! He coughs a few a couple more times before putting the bowl aside, focusing on Bull. Lets see how you like it. ]
[ If he wasn't so upset about the foul taste in his mouth he might've laughed, he smacks his lips together instead. ]
I'm not one for kidding when it comes to something so important as my drinks, Bull. [ Dorian pulls a face, shaking his head. ] Lets try something else shall we? Something that isn't going to make me vomit all over your floor.
[ He laughs, well more like scoffs, and pushes himself to his feet. Edging into the kitchen without much worry of the dragon still chewing on it's treat. He complains a lot, claims she will one day try to eat him, but isn't really all that bothered by her. Not really. ]
Strong enough to drink myself into a stupor, anything less and I may as well drink water.
And it is seemingly never ending. [ Dorian points out, glancing over his shoulder at him. Give him a moment and he'll mix up what he assumes of the couple of strong whiskey and fizzy-brown stuff. More whiskey than the fuzzy stuff. Handing a glass to Bull as he returns. ]
[ Bull is going to just add more Coke, because he kind of likes the bubbles and he's not the one with a dead friend who's suddenly alive. He'll want to be more sober for this, whether it's to clean up Dorian when he throws up or get him back home. ]
[ He settles back down, quick to throw a lot of his glass back. An unwise decision as the burn comes as a very sudden surprise. ] Maker─ [ It's okay, he's fine. Nothing at all wrong here. ]
I am not happy about it, Bull. [ The admission tastes sour in his mouth, so he throws back some more of glass. ] One would think I would be, a dead friend back to life. Not many are that lucky.
[ Heh. Not as good a reaction as the absinthe, but also less possibility of Dorian throwing up on him, so he'll take it. Bull is just going to sip. ]
It's fucking weird, [ he says, offers it as a balm because- well. It is. ] Adds a whole mess of problems for him, for the people who know him. It's messy.
[ He screws up his nose slightly, looking ahead at a some on a nearby wall. ]
Terribly so. He should─ [ A groan. He is loathe to think about it, and yet he is. ] He shouldn't be here. The dead are supposed to remain as such. [ Another drink, his glass will be empty at this rate. ] Kaffas─ does it make me a terrible person to think that?
There is a difference between conjuring a spirit to inhabit the body of a dead man and actually bringing back to life someone who past. [ He grumbles, dragging a hand through his hair, down his face. ] I am not sure if it is even possible to do.
[ Well, clearly it is, but- Bull is just going to not mention that. Partly because it might make Dorian pissy, partly because the idea makes him feel vaguely nauseated. ]
The things these people can offer... there's a lot of power there. It's unsettling.
[ While it may be possible here it isn't, at least, back in Thedas. But he doesn't make distinction. ]
Vishante kaffas. [ He throws back the rest of his drink, the burn surprisingly pleasant. ] I need to think of something else, anything else, before I drive myself mad.
[ A lot of things are surprisingly whole considering the dragon in the kitchen and the Qunari who lives within it. He expected a few scrape marks on the wall from the horns. ]
Anything. I would be more than happy to read one of Cassandra's romance novels as it stands.
[ Wouldn't want anything to happen to them, would we?
He's still of sound mind to see where Bull is going, or see where he thinks he is going. He's predictable in that, what with the numerous comments and flirtations made over the course of their... friendship? Acquaintance? He has never been sure where exactly he stands with the Qunari.
Curiosity sits on the edge of his mind, the very same that has Bull's words repeat in his head at inopportune moments. The click of his glass is all the reply he gets before Dorian stands and moves. ]
[ Friendship works. He's fairly fond of each of the Inquisitor's companions, in their own ways; even Solas had been considered a friend, as much as they had argued. And Dorian... he likes Dorian, likes his sharp wit and his conscience and his drive and the way his ass looks in his robes.
Okay, maybe the last one isn't really friendly, but- whatever.
The point is- he'd be fine with it if their relationship never actually moved into this territory. But Dorian's standing, and Bull sits up straight and reaches out to run his hands up over his ribs. ]
[ It is his choice, isn't it? Whether or not to take the step and cross the line, edge their relationship across it. He had said he wanted to think of something, a distraction, and the hand running up over his ribs is exactly that.
He wonders, briefly, if he should cross, let his frustration and distress over Felix's arrival drive him towards a decision he may end up regretting later. But there is more tp it than that, isn't there? Some pull, what ifs flicking across his mind. He has slept with men for less and regretted many amongst that number from all different reasons. If history is doomed again to repeat...
He's thinking too much.
It is Dorian's choice, and he makes it, leaning forward and closing the gap between them with a kiss. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
action.
Y─ [ He coughs and groans. ] Yes. Vishante kaffas, I have never tasted so foul in my life.
action.
[ Because he's pretty sure you've said things like that before, Dorian. Let him just take another look at the bottle. ]
I guess it's my turn, then.
action.
[ He is serious about it this time! Very serious! He coughs a few a couple more times before putting the bowl aside, focusing on Bull. Lets see how you like it. ]
action.
And makes a face, one large hand coming over to pound on his own chest. ]
Wow. You weren't kidding. That is- bad.
action.
I'm not one for kidding when it comes to something so important as my drinks, Bull. [ Dorian pulls a face, shaking his head. ] Lets try something else shall we? Something that isn't going to make me vomit all over your floor.
action.
[ Solas come back. ]
I've got whiskey. And some- fizzy brown stuff [ Coca-Cola, it's Coca-Cola ] that I'm told it mixes with pretty well.
action.
[ Yes, he will voice his opinion on that and leave it at that.
Blegh, the taste is still in his mouth. ]
Sounds much better than the green death.
action.
[ Ugh he's having a conversation with the Inquisitor about it, it's awful and he hates it. ]
Come help me mix them, then. You can make it as strong as you want.
action.
Strong enough to drink myself into a stupor, anything less and I may as well drink water.
action.
At least water here probably doesn't have corpses in it.
action.
action.
And still not magic.
action.
[ He settles back down, quick to throw a lot of his glass back. An unwise decision as the burn comes as a very sudden surprise. ] Maker─ [ It's okay, he's fine. Nothing at all wrong here. ]
I am not happy about it, Bull. [ The admission tastes sour in his mouth, so he throws back some more of glass. ] One would think I would be, a dead friend back to life. Not many are that lucky.
action.
[ Heh. Not as good a reaction as the absinthe, but also less possibility of Dorian throwing up on him, so he'll take it. Bull is just going to sip. ]
It's fucking weird, [ he says, offers it as a balm because- well. It is. ] Adds a whole mess of problems for him, for the people who know him. It's messy.
action.
Terribly so. He should─ [ A groan. He is loathe to think about it, and yet he is. ] He shouldn't be here. The dead are supposed to remain as such. [ Another drink, his glass will be empty at this rate. ] Kaffas─ does it make me a terrible person to think that?
action.
[ As much as Dorian sometimes says he's an awful person, the fact remains that Dorian is -- truthfully -- one of the best people that Bull knows. ]
It's a perfectly normal reaction to something that's fucking bizarre. If you were thinking about making him re-dead, that'd be bad, but.
action.
action.
The things these people can offer... there's a lot of power there. It's unsettling.
action.
Vishante kaffas. [ He throws back the rest of his drink, the burn surprisingly pleasant. ] I need to think of something else, anything else, before I drive myself mad.
action.
Bull takes another sip before setting his glass down on the coffee table. It's surprisingly unchewed, considering the dragon in the kitchen. ]
Anything, huh?
action.
Anything. I would be more than happy to read one of Cassandra's romance novels as it stands.
action.
C'mere, then.
action.
He's still of sound mind to see where Bull is going, or see where he thinks he is going. He's predictable in that, what with the numerous comments and flirtations made over the course of their... friendship? Acquaintance? He has never been sure where exactly he stands with the Qunari.
Curiosity sits on the edge of his mind, the very same that has Bull's words repeat in his head at inopportune moments. The click of his glass is all the reply he gets before Dorian stands and moves. ]
action.
Okay, maybe the last one isn't really friendly, but- whatever.
The point is- he'd be fine with it if their relationship never actually moved into this territory. But Dorian's standing, and Bull sits up straight and reaches out to run his hands up over his ribs. ]
action.
He wonders, briefly, if he should cross, let his frustration and distress over Felix's arrival drive him towards a decision he may end up regretting later. But there is more tp it than that, isn't there? Some pull, what ifs flicking across his mind. He has slept with men for less and regretted many amongst that number from all different reasons. If history is doomed again to repeat...
He's thinking too much.
It is Dorian's choice, and he makes it, leaning forward and closing the gap between them with a kiss. ]
action.
action.
action.
action.