[ Another night he passes by the battlements, another night he forces himself to choose. Up the stairs to stare out and tempt himself and fate- or across the courtyard to someone that might take his mind off the siren's call of the void. He hasn't the focus for Mia nor the humor for any of the Dalish- all of his rough, snarled edges brought to the surface in Alistair's absence.
Chasing him off hadn't been as helpful as he'd assumed.
Before he can think better of it- before he can think at all? He finds himself at Bull's doorstep and knocks. Of everyone he knows, Bull judges the least. That more than anything else is what he needs. ]
After Crows, Before Dragons, Action
Chasing him off hadn't been as helpful as he'd assumed.
Before he can think better of it- before he can think at all? He finds himself at Bull's doorstep and knocks. Of everyone he knows, Bull judges the least. That more than anything else is what he needs. ]