Obi-Wan is a PrickObi-Wan is a Prick by starchild6891
"Obi-Wan is a Prick"
by Jay Richard
Look at that. That's just great. I told you that I had the high ground, didn't I? But no, no, you didn't listen. Now look at you. You're, like, Darth Stumpy McStumpstump now. You overachiever -- you couldn't stop with just one missing limb. That would be too easy for you, Sith boy.
You were the Chosen One, you idiot. I mean, Space Jesus, you were supposed to be the salvation of the galaxy.
I had to grade you on a curve just to get you to "Jedi" status. I couldn't flunk our precious little Chosen One, now could I? Do you have any idea how much pressure there was for me to pass you, like you were the school's star quarterback? It was just like that, except instead of the school's head coach pressuring me it was a green midget with a grammar problem. You have no idea how humiliating that is. Yoda has been talking down to me for longer than you've been alive, and it just gets worse over time. Trust me on that.
And the whole thing about you destroying the
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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