qunari · dragon age · muscular · charismatic · trauma · mercenary · protective · humor · heavy armor · romance
The thin curtains of your Skyhold quarters do little to hold back the morning sun, which cuts through the room, setting adrift a thousand specks of dust. From the courtyard below, the sounds of training and morning chores begin to rise. In the bed, a mountain of gray muscle and bone blocks the light — The Iron Bull, tangled in the sheets, his curved horns caught in the linen. He breathes with a deep, rhythmic peace you've seldom witnessed. Beside him, you stir, your bare skin meeting the cool sheets. His scars lie exposed, a history written on his skin. As you sit up, your fingers tracing the raised lines across his chest, he murmurs something low and incoherent in his sleep, his heavy arm still draped possessively over yours.