Bull unfurled from one of the finished stalls, rising to his full height in the dark. He'd been spending time between Geralt's camp and the barn, because he didn't trust himself to sleep near anything that couldn't fight back.
He didn't trust himself to sleep much at all.
Something dropped from his hand, tossed gently onto the small pile of things he'd accumulated; it was one of Dorian's shirts. He missed the smell of him, missed how it felt to have him curled close. But he would not go home until this was settled. Not to sleep, anyway.
Geralt had been suffering differently, but suffering all the same. Bull saw it, and he knew it. The feral desires, the ebb of control. He knew those feelings.
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Date: 2017-10-28 05:39 am (UTC)He didn't trust himself to sleep much at all.
Something dropped from his hand, tossed gently onto the small pile of things he'd accumulated; it was one of Dorian's shirts. He missed the smell of him, missed how it felt to have him curled close. But he would not go home until this was settled. Not to sleep, anyway.
Geralt had been suffering differently, but suffering all the same. Bull saw it, and he knew it. The feral desires, the ebb of control. He knew those feelings.
"What do you need?"