antivanrogue:

imagine varric and iron bull sharing mugs of hot cider late into the night, trading stories and laughing and barely making eye contact

varric shifts position and his knee brushes iron bull’s thigh and they both freeze where they are because one move, one move could shatter everything, and the night is at that perfect point where it stretches on endlessly in both directions

neither wants to think about yesterday, or tomorrow, or the battles to come or the fires they’ll throw themselves into

they just think about breath against skin and the warmth of the mugs in their hands and what that warmth could feel like, would feel like, if one of them would only dare —

imagine varric and iron bull sharing mugs of hot cider late into the night, trading stories and laughing and barely making eye contact

varric shifts position and his knee brushes iron bull’s thigh and they both freeze where they are because one move, one move could shatter everything, and the night is at that perfect point where it stretches on endlessly in both directions

neither wants to think about yesterday, or tomorrow, or the battles to come or the fires they’ll throw themselves into

they just think about breath against skin and the warmth of the mugs in their hands and what that warmth could feel like, would feel like, if one of them would only dare —