𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓. // @lionsvow plotted a starter.
The air was warm and forest around them was practically picturesque - the sort you’d read about in stories. Their encampment a ways off, their duties covered for the next few days . . . It was the perfect getaway. An excuse to stretch his own legs, and a reason to rescue the poor commander from himself. Something that no one seemed capable of at Skyhold. Mostly because they over complicated the solutions. Bull, on the other hand? He knew exactly how to cure a melancholic state of being in a warrior.
“ Trust me, Cullen. You’re too tense about this. The Inquisition has hundreds of ready and capable persons to cover your absence. Especially a necessary one like this, ” voice low and amicable, the Qunari clapped a hand down onto the pristine armored shoulder as he flashed the man a grin. A lopsided, feral and downright mischievous grin, “ It’s not going to set itself on fire. Besides -- someone has to clear out the area before we can make it a real asset to the cause. Might as well be two capable warriors. ”
A pause and an eagerly inquisitive look toward the blonde. “ You ready to fuck up a troll’s day, chief? It’s gonna be a rougher tumble than a qunari orgy -- and those have manacles and paddles. ”
