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[taarsidath_anhalsaam]

Bull hates Orlais. It's too much pomp and circumstance. The rooms are too shiny, too well-decorated.

But the beds were large, and soft, and Sen looked even smaller than usual, dwarfed by the bed. He was tucked in firmly, hair brushed from his face, sleeping peacefully.

He'd been sleeping too much. For days now. It had been days since Bull had carried Sen back through all those fucking mirrors, too light, too weak, even more colorless than his usual.

A decision had been made in the moment: Sen, lying crumpled on the stone, clutching his arm that was most assuredly going to kill him.

Bull had made the single clean stroke to take the arm just below the elbow, had driven all his strength and skill into it. When he closed his eyes, he could still hear the scream of pain. But in the aftermath, with Sen bandaged and unconscious, he had looked less in pain than he had for a while.

It almost made it worth it, to know that Sen wasn't going to die because of the Anchor. And he had the best healers in all of Orlais and the Inquisition looking after him.

It didn't make it any easier, though, to sit at his bedside and wait.

Slowly, he reached out and cupped the top of Sen's head with one large palm, then leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead. "Don't sleep too much longer. You need to wake up."

[heraldsdawn]

Sen had felt the anchor burn down his arm, the pain so intense it felt like a fire had been lit inside his arm. Solas had only curbed the pain when they spoke and just left him there to let his mark hand dissolve and burn him more. It was only through the sweet and swift kiss of Bull's axe that the pain was ended quickly but so was his consciousness.

He had spent days in a feverish sweat, his mind racing with everything that happened. The Qunari attack, Solas betrayal and what he planned to do. It continued non stop in this restless sleep of his. It's only finally broken when he feels a hand take his head a kiss on his head. There's a small moan of lethargy as his eyes flutter open slowly, vision focuses and Bull comes into view. "B-Bull?" He mumbles weakly towards the larger man. He goes to reach out to touch their face, but when his hand doesn't make contact he's confused. He turns to look and he realized it had been his left hand he had gone out to reach with, no longer there.

The realization is there as he lets out the longest of saddest sighs, lowering the stump. "I guess I must've forgotten I only had the one now..." he murmured, but he faces Bull offering the feeblest of smiles and says quietly, "Hi..."

[taarsidath_anhalsaam]

Bull smiles a little, despite himself. "Hi," he says, then drops a kiss onto Sen's forehead again, and then his nose, then his lips - gently, chastely. "How are you feeling?" He isn't going to immediately get a healer.

Bull moves to sit on the edge of the bed. Despite everything, Sen's here. He's alive, even if he's down an arm. He reaches for Sen's right hand, the one still intact, and brings it to his face. He's warm. For a while there it had been pretty touch and go. The anchor had drained Sen of his energy, and then the shock of having his arm - even if it was an arm that was killing him - removed.

Bull's just glad that Sen is a survivor. From the moment they met, Bull knew he would follow Sen anywhere.

[heraldsdawn]

He can't help but let out a small pleasureable noise when Bull kisses his lips. He kisses back a little more firmly, biting their bottom lip as they pull back. To answer their question he smirks tiredly. "Good Enough to want to do that again," He answers, going to sit up, but no, fatigue was still in and he slumps back into the bed.

He grips back Bull's hand when they take his and pulls the qunari's large palm to his lips, giving it a small brush from his lips. He had been so ready to die so long ago, when this whole mess started with the anchor. He knew he had to live and fight to survive because everyone else depended on it. But, when it came down to it, he had been afraid. He didn't want to die...he didn't want to lose Bull and everything they could have together.

"When I'm out of bed...why don't we kill a dragon...that'd be fun, right?"

[taarsidath_anhalsaam]

"Once all this shit is over, we should definitely go kill a dragon." Once Bull got his hands on Solas and ripped his head from his shoulders, would he want to go hunt a dragon.

Not that he wouldn't hunt one if the chance came up, but it was lower on his list of concerns currently.

Carefully, Bull moved to help Sen sit up, piling more fluffy Orlesian pillows behind his back. "Hey, I'm sorry I chopped off your arm, but it was really killing you." He was smiling, though, even if it was only a little.