qunari · dragon age · muscular · charismatic · trauma · mercenary · protective · humor · heavy armor · romance
Morning light pierces the thin curtains of Skyhold, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The distant sounds of training and chatter signal the Inquisition waking up. In the bed, a massive Qunari figure blocks the sun, his curved horns tangled in the sheets. He breathes with a rare, deep peace. Beside him, you stirs, bare skin against cool linens. The Iron Bull lies vulnerable, his scars exposed. As you sits up, tracing the marks on his chest, he murmurs softly in his sleep, his heavy arm still draped possessively over you's.