Записи с темой: инквизишен:диалоги (список заголовков)

I can see the flickers - over me the lanterns rised... Lift me up, lift me over it.
О, эти диаложики Быка с Дорианом, I so ship it :gigi:

Iron Bull: Better hike up your skirt, mage boy.
Dorian: I'm not wearing a skirt.
Iron Bull: You trip on that bustling whatever, don't come crying to me.

Dorian: Watch where you're pointing that thing!
Iron Bull: Dirty.
Dorian: Vishante kaffas! I meant your weapon!

Iron Bull: Quite the stink-eye you've got going, Dorian.
Dorian: You stand there, flexing your muscles, huffing like some beast of burden with no thought save conquest.
Iron Bull: That's right. These big muscled hands could tear those robes off while you struggled, helpless in my grip.
Iron Bull: I'd pin you down, and as you gripped my horns; I. Would. Conquer. You.
Dorian: Uh. What?
Iron Bull: Oh. Is that not where we're going?
Dorian: No. It was very much not.

Ну и это, конечно.)

Dorian: Ah, Solas. You startled me. You're always so... nondescript.
Solas: Please speak up! I cannot hear you over your outfit!

@темы: инквизишен:диалоги, Inquisition, sweet Inquisition


I can see the flickers - over me the lanterns rised... Lift me up, lift me over it.
Topping from the bottom, this he does))

(If Bull romanced Dorian)
Varric: So Bull, you and Dorian?
Iron Bull: Mm-hmm.
Varric: Two worlds tearing them apart, Tevinter and Qunari, with only love to keep them together.
Dorian: I don't see how this is even remotely your business, Varric.
Iron Bull: Could you make it sound angrier? Love is a bit soft.
Dorian: Please stop helping the dwarf.
Varric: How about passion?
Iron Bull: Yeah, that's better. Love is all starlight and gentle blushes. Passion leaves your fingers sore from clawing the sheets.
Dorian: You could at least have had the courtesy to use the bedposts.
Iron Bull: Hey, don't top from the bottom.
Varric: (Laughs.) Passion it is, then.

@темы: инквизишен:диалоги

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