The Deepest Sea and the Deepest Affection
This is my gift for @lildevilbutt. I wrote them a Pirate AU from @elthadriel
“Oi! Krem, it’s flipping Fancy-Pants again!”
Dorian had always been rather on the fence as to if there was a god or not. He was now convinced that there was, and, more importantly, that this god hated him.
Krem appeared next to Sera and his laugh echoed across the deck of the ship. It was enough to gather the attention of the rest of the infamous Iron Bull’s pirate crew.
“Are you people following me?” Dorian asked. He folded his arms over his chest. The first time he had encountered the chargers they had bound his hands behind him and kept him locked in a cabin until the captain had decided he had stewed long enough to ask him about who to ransom to.
This was the third time his ship had been raided by them, and his treatment was slightly different.
“Nah,” Krem said. He wasn’t grinning as widely as Sera, but he did cross over the ship to clap Dorian on the back. “I guess we just have terrible luck.”
Krem waved his hand at Dorian and went off to find Bull. Very wearily, Dorian followed behind.
“Captain, look who we found,” Krem said. Bull was talking to his men who were busy dealing with Dorian’s.
Bull turned, framed by the light behind him, silhouetted against the sky. He was shirtless, as always, and wearing ludicrous trousers, that wouldn’t even have been allowed in Tevinter as a warning against bad fashion, never mind being worn.
“Dorian!” Bull bounded across the deck of his ship and gathered Dorian up into arms.