The Iron Bull was already looking at him. Dorian’s hand went up automatically, reaching for the earring. Luckily he managed to stop it, playing at adjusting his collar as he willed himself to move forward, his legs suddenly disinclined to move. His thoughts went curiously blank as he took a place next to Varric, almost exactly across from Bull. He gave him one look, afraid of what he would see.
Their eyes met. The feeling was electric, as if a drop of lyrium had been placed on his tongue. Bull’s expression was completely placid. Not a single muscle moved nor a motion out of place to indicate anything out of the ordinary, but his eye pierced Dorian like a lance. Bull’s eye flickered for just a moment over to the earring, and then he broke contact, turning back to the Inquisitor who began to speak.
Bull put his arm around Dorian, patting it roughly as he took in the scene as well.
“How did you know?” Dorian asked Bull as he turned away from the elves, focusing again on the man seated beside him. Dorian eyed Bull’s hand on his shoulder, the one he left bare. His touch was warm and he didn’t protest when Bull left his arm draped across his chair, fingers still grazing his skin.
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