[open] you're like a mirror, reflecting me

[qunari]

WHO: Iron Bull and all comers. That means you. Yes, you.
WHAT: Keeping the fort down at Skyhold.
WHEN: End of Kingsway (August)
WHERE: Sparring Ring, Tavern, and other varied locations around Skyhold.
NOTES: n/a, will add as needed.

He was going to need to find something to fight, soon.

Not that a break wasn't nice and all, but after being laid up months ago with that shit that had happened in the Fade, and sitting out all the bullshit going on in Halamshiral, Bull was getting restless. An itch was building that was hard pressed to find a good outlet for scratching. Next big fight that came rolling around? You weren't going to be able to keep him from going.

Some of the newer recruits could use some breaking in, so Bull would occasionally take a break from the training of his own Chargers to take on anyone who thought they might be able to handle themselves in the ring against him. And of course, any sore feelings would find a balm in quickly being offered a jovial pat on the arm and a drink in the Herald's Rest, where Bull occupied his usual corner.

But that restlessness saw him wandering a little more than he was generally prone to. Taking in the battlements, straying towards the garden in the keep's courtyard, poking his head into the library or the rookery, or stealing into the kitchen for a few midday snacks. And hey, if they needed anything heavy moved around the larder, fair was fair.

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[qunari]

"Sometimes. You tend to run things pretty tight, though. Not that that's a bad thing."

She's efficient, after all. Damn good at her job. Bull can certainly appreciate that and the work she does. It's a softer version of Leliana's own work, and as someone who sometimes has to push a few buttons himself? There's a definite respect for what these women do.

Josephine, he's noticed, does tend to run herself a little ragged if allowed. But some people live to the fullest when they're riding that edge. He's not here to judge.

[theproperglove]

Josephine cannot help but laugh at that, corner of her eyes crinkling. "Thank you," she starts, before her tone turns teasing. "Are you saying I should get out more often?"

[qunari]

Bull smirks back. "Hey, I'm not here to tell anyone how to do their job. Except my boys. That's kind of my job."

Those massive shoulders roll in a faint shrug. "Besides. You like it. Work is tough but there's no place you'd rather be."

He knows that feeling, believe it or not.

[theproperglove]

She has to grant him that concession. "True," she answers, tilting her head, "but all the same, it woukd be nice to get fresh air more often."

[qunari]

"Wouldn't recommend getting too close to the stables, then."

Smirking, Bull turns his good eye to the surrounding vegetation, the scent of the herbs wafting over them in the light breeze that sweeps through the cloistered courtyard.

"Picked a good spot."

[theproperglove]

"I have been coming to the gardens more lately," she says, somewhat confused as to why Bull would need to suggest she should stay away from the stables. Josephine has never much liked horses.

"Do you come out here often?"

[qunari]

Bull's eyebrow quirks higher over his eyepatch. "Nah. Might've come more, if I knew the view was gonna be this pretty."

Because hey, who doesn't like flowers? Underhanded flirting? Never. How could you even consider such a thing.

[theproperglove]

"The gardens are flourishing more than I had anticipated," Josephine muses in response, but there's a sly curve to her smile that suggests she knows exactly what he's referring to. "It is good to know that such beauty can still exist even in this climate."

It's not clear whether she's referring to the freezing Frostbacks, or the state of the world in general.

[qunari]

"You wouldn't think."

Nostrils flare in a relatively quiet snort. "Place has got a feel to it, though. Like there's something in the earth. Something old. Can't decide if it's impressive or gives me the creeps, most days."