[ He'll find them firm, without much in the way of give. Room to move and jerk just increases the chances of unintentional injury, something he'd rather they just leave for...well, not tonight, at any rate.
One row of knots after another, descending down Dorian's arms in dark, thick stripes, the sleek rope glimmering in the candlelight. Elbow to wrist, those intricate ties secure, before slipping forward to wrap around his chest once again. Not strictly necessary this time, but aesthetically pleasing, framing the curve of his muscle and slope of his shoulders.
The last knot secures itself near the nape of Dorian's neck, and Bull wraps his fingers around the length of rope that runs the span of his shoulder. One way to test it, make sure it doesn't catch anywhere unpleasant. ]
Lean forward. Put your weight into it. Don't worry, I've got you.
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One row of knots after another, descending down Dorian's arms in dark, thick stripes, the sleek rope glimmering in the candlelight. Elbow to wrist, those intricate ties secure, before slipping forward to wrap around his chest once again. Not strictly necessary this time, but aesthetically pleasing, framing the curve of his muscle and slope of his shoulders.
The last knot secures itself near the nape of Dorian's neck, and Bull wraps his fingers around the length of rope that runs the span of his shoulder. One way to test it, make sure it doesn't catch anywhere unpleasant. ]
Lean forward. Put your weight into it. Don't worry, I've got you.