If you know me you know that I am an absolute sucker for interspecies or interracial relationships, and Bull and Dorian are no different. Share with me your own headcanons when it comes to these nerds, because I love. ♥
Dorian squinting to see in the dark, only to have Bull next to him knocking over furniture and grasping his hand so tightly his bones yell in protest. Qunari may have better scent and hearing both, but Dorian pities the Bull for being almost blinded in the dark.
Scent being a big thing for Bull in general - being able to smell Dorian out in a crowded room, insisting on the fact that Dorian smells better the longer he goes without a bath (Dorian gags, refusing to bathe any less, but if he uses just a tad less of the perfumes he’s so fond of, Bull does not mention it).
The extra set of muscles Bull has in his neck to help support his horns is not at all a perfect place for kisses.
Qunari don’t heal easily, which would explain why many bear so many scars. Bull being genuinely impressed by the way humans are able to heal their wounds on their own - blood that stops oozing from a wound after a while, the way the skin stitches itself back together and creates a scab, the light colour of their scars. A broken bone is nothing to a human, being able to recover from almost anything that doesn’t kill them - Qunari, too, are strong and sturdy, but are less graceful in their dealing with injuries, their skin too thick and their metabolism too slow to heal quickly.
Dorian amused by the fact that most Qunari are completely hairless from the neck down - less amused, however, by the way the Bull teases him about the ‘cute’ peach fuzz on his arse. The worst (not at all prone to make him giggle and flush all over) being that Bull likes to bury his nose into the fur of his armpit, taking in his scent as he holds him tightly.
Human hair, in general, grows at a rapid pace compared to Qunari. Bull cackling as Dorian has to busy himself with a razor at least once every other day if he wants to maintain his flawless construction of perfectly placed facial hair (Bull knows how to handle a razor, and Dorian absolutely does not delight in the pampering of having someone do the tedious work for him).
Dorian absolutely adamant on forcing his body to become resistant to the vitaar’s poisonous quality (which may or may not have been because of an incident where Dorian forgets himself and touches the Bull’s shoulder after combat, resulting in said hand swelling to at least twice its size), Bull both horrified and touched by the gesture. Years down the line, they might just have come up with their own patterns, matching, mirrored patterns down their chests, if only for decoration.
Madness, Dorian finds out, is not an irrational fear for any Qunari or Tal-Vashoth. The bloodlust comes with their biology, rooted deep into the blood they share with dragons. After harsh battles, Dorian is unafraid as he calms down a berserking Bull, bringing him down from the high of battle. Bull could not be more grateful to have something, someone, to ground him.
Dorian is absolutely smitten when he finds out Bull’s ears can actually move, and are quite sensitive (both to sound and to touch, that is).
Strange, Bull thinks, how ticklish humans can be. He wonders if Dorian’s feet are that ticklish. That night, Bull finds out that humans have great reflexes, as well (the place where horn meets skull still hurts from the kick he received).
Human stamina in the field might be unmatched when it comes to any other race, but Dorian is close to seeing Andraste herself as he lays sweating and groaning on his back - and Bull is not showing any signs of being done any time soon.
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