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Mcu steve is such a very sad character to me he seems to not have any connections in his world or do anything for himself for most of his life and then essentially gives up to live in the past its so bleak
taking testosterone and estrogen in equal measure just to see how it fucks with my body while the complete swans discography plays softly in the background
Happy Thwee! For Dorian/Bull, from the song āTroubleā by Cage the Elephant:
āSpoke a lot of words, I donāt know if I spoke the truthā
For @thedasweekend, the assassination attempt.
Facing Trouble (1476 words, Chapters: 1/1)
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: The Iron Bull/Dorian Pavus, Lavellan & Dorian Pavus
Characters: Dorian Pavus, The Iron Bull (Dragon Age)
Additional Tags: Post-Dragon Age: Inquisition - Trespasser DLC, Assassination Attempt(s), Implied/Referenced Torture, Rescue, Hurt/Comfort, Protective The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Thedas Weekend (Dragon Age)
Excerpt under the cut:
He was really in quite a lot of trouble at the moment, he thought, as his head snapped to the side with a heavy blow from a gauntleted backhand that left his head spinning and a metallic taste in his mouth as he hit the floor of the wagon, lined with red lyrium to keep him suppressed. At least it was warm.
It was his own fault, really. Lavellan had mentioned that Bull and the Chargers were investigating a lead for her near Perendale. Bull hadnāt said anything, they had their set schedule for seeing one another. But heād been entirely too excited about the prospect of seeing him that heād been headed to Perendale to surprise Bull without any of his usual precautions and hadnāt been paying attention to his surroundings either. Heād gotten snatched slightly outside of Nessum. Of course, the red lyrium weapons wielded by the Venatori blood mages hadnāt helped either. Not enough to kill, just cut and control. And he certainly appeared to be under control now. He only wondered why they hadnāt just killed him already. It would have been the far wiser option.
Unless they were waiting for someone more important. He was sure these were laetan mages. They lacked the flair of an altusā casting. More conservative with their energy, their motions. They had to be, they didnāt have the ready access to lyrium potions that an altus did. And those these Venatori were clearly well supplied now, old habits died hard.
Of course, there was always the option that they were trying to drag his death out. He tried to curl into a ball to protect his face as the Venatori drew back a foot. Difficult, with his hands tied. He closed his eyes.
āAre you mad!ā hissed another Venatori. āOurā¦ benefactorā¦ wonāt be pleased if you beat him to death before we get to the ruin! And his face is supposed to be intact for this to work!ā
āHe raised Quintus from the dead!ā growled the other. āAnd then Quintus stabbed me!ā
Ah. Yes. Well. That was the problem with necromancy. It did allow one to have some very temporary allies, which was quite useful in extremity, but unfortunately it did not endear one to oneās enemies. Typically they werenāt alive long enough for that to be a concern, however.
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