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[sunxking]

       Pulling his hand from where it had been plunged into the deep pockets of his coat, Apollo pressed a palm over his mouth to cover the effects of a yawn. It was only 3pm local time, but dusk had already fallen on a perpetually cloudy sky. The unseasonable cold didn’t have any effect on the Sun King, but these short days in the Northern Hemisphere always made him feel sleepy and lethargic. Couple that with the fact that Gotham never seemed to get enough sun and.... well...

       “...I should make a quick trip to the Maldives..” Apollo murmured to himself, half-watching people pass from where he stood in the doorway of a leather & outerwear shop. He was hunting a present for Midnighter. Their wedding anniversary, of all things. The Sun King smiled slightly, and the corner of his eye caught a familiar shape on the sidewalk...

[ataashe]

          The hour was early. Early enough for Iron Bull to be a creature of monosyllabic grunts and sleep-stiffened movement. The verbal repartee and fighter’s grace would have to come later, after some stretching and a proper breakfast. Mmm, Nug Bacon Sarnie...

          Clearing his throat, the Qunari rubbed the itch from his empty eyesocket and settled his patch in place over the tanglework of scars. He drew a deep inhalation from the crip morning air, subconsciously scenting the camp for the smoke of breakfast fires... 

[ataashe]

For such a large keep, Skyhold could be awfully fucking crowded. Or maybe it just felt that way, when the recent years of Iron Bull's life were marked by wide open space and a cloudless canopy sky at dusk. Only his Chargers and the stars for company.                                                                        Asit tal-eb Except, no, those days are in the past, and no wonder. Shooting a glance to the acid-green split of skyline, Bull braced his palms on the rampart’s stone barrier. He leaned over the squat railing and stared at the mountains laid at the castle’s feet. This was -- is -- where he wanted to be, horns-deep in the only alliance able to make a difference against a tear in the sky.                                              The inquisition. Asit tal-eb. The Qunari drew in a slow, stifled breath {broken nose, what a bitch} and  willed himself to block out the ever-present chatter secrets din of people milling in the yard below. He consciously let his shoulders unclench from around his ears, packed muscle stretching out with the roll & crack of his neck. Eyepatch tipped away, Bull spoke to the figure he could sense hover at his back, "...y'might as well come out, friend. It's just you’n me up on this big stone wall. Eh?"