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[MINGLE] Saints & Sinners Masquerade

WHERE: Corn field next to the inn
WHEN: 31 October, all day and night
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn as appropriate in your subject lines
NOTES: Please make sure you have read and understand the event details! If you have questions, drop them here. RECOMMENDED BUT NOT REQUIRED: Put your SCRUBS COLOR in your OTA subject line for folks doing bingo. Time your OTA for the harvest feast, the masquerade, or both. Costume matches and details for folks who did not get matched are here.

This morning, our intrepid villagers awoke to a surprise of the nicer kind: A bundle of clothing left at the foot of their bed, tied with a bow. There is also a note: Put on your new outfit and join the festivities in the corn field next to the inn.

You may be thinking, what corn field next to the inn? The one that sprung up fully-mature overnight, of course.

In the middle of the field, villagers will find an autumn feast: Tables piled with harvest time food and drink, warm and rustic decorations, the day's sunshine fending off any chill in the air.

Tuck in and enjoy, villagers, but take note: Things often look different in the dark, and you might be one of them.

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"I was unaware you'd selected your wardrobe, Bull." There were too many assumptions whirling around his mind to give Bull's words much thought, and he did his best to shove down the comfort those strong arms welled within him, to wrap it in up in the ball of loneliness and inadequacy until it learned its place. Comfort begat hope, and he knew better than that. Better to live alone than to watch that hope shatter to pieces on the floor once someone realized it existed.

"Aren't you concerned he may be jealous? You have seen me, haven't you?" Pompous vanity. It was a mask he'd donned many times to shield himself from the world. No one realized how much they hurt you when you shoved so much glitter in their eyes...right? Of course, then there was the Bull, who so often saw right through the dazzle to the tarnish beneath. Damn him.

"No. Him and I already talked. If anything he is worried he's in the way. That you're better than him." Bull lowers his voice. "I told him that wasn't the case. That you're both important to me. That I want both of you." He takes a moment. "And I do, Dorian. I like you both, you're both my friends and I'd like to keep the benefits part with both of you."

He ignores the vanity for now. Partly because he knows it is a mask, and to be honest he isn't sure Dorian would handle having it ripped off.

"Well, I'm certain I am, in some respects." But as competition as a romantic interest? The idea had never even occurred to him. He was distant, horrid at feelings, no. The Bull deserved better. He always seemed to know what he wanted. Couldn't he see that as well?

And benefits was what he wanted, of the sexual nature obviously. Friends and sex, nothing more. Well, that he could do. It was comfortable, even. No feelings need be involved. He'd just shove them down with the rest. It was easier with wine, but beggars and choosers and all that.

"It is difficult to resist my charms, it's true."

Bull chuckles slightly in response to the joke. It isn't hard to see that Dorian wants something more. Something Bull isn't sure he is able to give. But he can give something that resembles it and maybe that will be good enough for now. He pulls Dorian hard against him and then moves to kiss him.

He'll make damn sure Dorian doesn't regret this.

He does his model best to ignore how his heart flutters in his chest at Bull's firm embrace, but ever since their first night together, when he'd had only a taste of the abandon the Bull promised, he couldn't deny the allure, at least not to himself. As the encounters continued to happen, he found himself seeking them out, and though he still wasn't really certain what they were, he knew he wanted to find out.

the idea of Tony made him uneasy but...maybe it could be alright. The very idea that the Bull wanted to touch him, to kiss him, and in public, well, maybe that was enough.

After the kiss had ended, he didn't pull away, instead, looking up at the giant with a slight smirk. "What is it you're meant to be exactly?"

"According to what I have been told, some god of the underworld. That nobody believes in anymore. Apparently, there were a whole people who dressed like this. Seems very impractical if you ask me. Haven't figured out who the other half of the pair is though."

"A god of the underworld," Dorian gives Bull another glance over, arching an eyebrow curiously. "An entire people who 'dressed' in swaths of cloth and naught else? And what is this about a pair?"

"Yeah, I figured that would be a nightmare for you hm? No fancy clothes or ridiculous amounts of belts?" He slides his arm around Dorian, settling there gladly as he looks around the place. "Supposedly the costumes comes in pairs. So somewhere there is someone to match me."

"I simply fail to see much of a point to such attire, is all." There was no competition, no fun even. Really. What was the point? At first uneasy at Bull's touch, Dorian relaxes, aided by the amount of liquor he's imbibed. He smiles up to him.

"It shouldn't be too difficult to find, should it? This sort of thing doesn't seem to be common."

"Are you saying you rather have this clothes on your floor?" Bull grins. He glances around. "What about Mark over there? I think he is supposed to be someone who matches this guy."

"Anything can match with the right attitude," and he doesn't follow the Bull's gaze to this 'Mark' person. "And perhaps I am."

"That is true, anything can." Bull notes that Dorian doesn't look over and looks back down at the mage. "Been asking around. There is a machine down in the bunker that can give powers. Maybe it can give you your magic back."

He smiles at the effort. Really, he doesn't deserve you, Bull.

"I know, but they're temporary."

"Yes but they are better than nothing. Heck, I'd go them down there with you."

That was...tempting, at least to have a look. He needing use it, right?

"You'd be willing to accompany of what is, most likely, a fool's errand?"

"Sure. Might as well. And someone's better make sure your ass is ok." Bull chuckles.

He smiles up at the man. "And who better than someone who really likes hitting things?"

"And likes your ass. Seems like a win win for me."

He made a frustrated sound somewhere deep in his throat and shook his head, but if the slight smile teasing his lips was any indication, it was all out of fondness.

"Yes. For you."

Bull laughs. "Oh I make sure you enjoy it too. Trust me."

"Be sure you do." And he did, trust the Bull that was, much to his surprise. Of all the people Dorian has ever trusted to never hurt him, he never expected to find that trust in a Qunari spy, former or otherwise.

"Sure. Might as well. And someone's better make sure your ass is ok." Bull chuckles.

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