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When it came down to the matter of Dorian Pavus, The Iron Bull could admit he had a bit of a blindspot for the Mage. {{ And No, not the literal blindspot hidden behind his eyepatch, a hypothetical one, unseen and far more problematic }}
It wasn’t that the Qunari deliberately ignored signs of his evolving relationship with the Tevinter man. Bull was a Ben-Hassrath, trained to notice even the slightest changes in attitude and circumstance. No, it was simply a matter of timing. Or... lack thereof.
Even on his best days, Dorian wasn’t keen to talk about his feelings. And Bull, being what he was, had no previous experience on how this whole ‘relationship’ crap was meant to work. {{ If it’d just been about sex, the merc could have handled expectations with ease. Sex was simple, it had finite rules that every participating member followed without question. }} But Relationships? Love? Shiiit. That was like a damn Sunday stroll through a mine-riddled fade rift, where the rules of reality constantly changed. {{ And despite the uncertainty of it all, Iron Bull could admit that he was happy like this, so long as it meant Dorian at his side, in his bed, and always sticking his Vint nose into Bull’s business. }} So... right. Blindspot. Bull could admit to that much. Especially when he found himself standing in the middle of his rooms at Skyhold, faced with the evidence that Dorian Pavus had moved in right under his nose. The Qunari stared at the dressing table {has he always had that table??}, crowded with fragrant oils and eyelid stains, and wondered how he had fallen so far from his role as the Qun’s greatest spy.
“---ey, Dorian?” Bull called over his shoulder, his tone just slightly bewildered by this revelation. He picked up a small pot of kohl off the dresser, eyeing it critically. “Quick Question....are we living together?”
