officialbizness replied to your post: hello tumblr, i’m lacking in motivatio…
Inappropriate puppet show.
firstly, i love you biz. secondly, i don’t even know, man.
“Oh my beloved, what a fine expanse of Tevinter territory we’ve been granted to labor over.”
Dorian groans and reaches back as far as he can, the angle awkward, but he still manages to smack Bull in the arm with his waving hand. “Some of us are trying to sleep.”
Bull ignores him, and Dorian lets out a long sigh and resettles his head on both of his arms. Bull’s doing something on his arse, his hands moving about as though he’s tapping a drum… So, nothing absurdly outside of his usual behavior.
Bull modifies his voice when he speaks next, a dainty falsetto he usually only trots out when he’s impersonating Dalish. “You’re right, my darling – what a fertile land we have come upon this evening.”
Dorian presses himself up onto his elbows and looks over his shoulder. “What in the world are you doin–”
Bull pauses, and Dorian takes in his stockings on each of Bull’s hands – stretched to oblivion and beyond, he’ll never be able to wear them again, Bull’s nails starting to poke through the stitching.
Bull grins sheepishly at Dorian and opens and closes one of his hands in a motion that Dorian supposes resembles a mouth: “He’s onto us.”
“I don’t want to know,” Dorian eventually gets out, and flops back onto the mattress.