She’s Her Own Invention

@stickthisbig for @labarkour for picking up a pinch-hitter spot very graciously
Prompt:  Literally all I want is some really good Rule 63! Adoribull.
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Dorian was completely uninterested in the Iron Bull.

She clearly enjoyed pressing Dorian’s buttons, almost as much as she enjoyed sleeping her way through Skyhold, male, female, and other, all of whom gave her rave reviews. And that ridiculous body of hers. Tall and broad and well-muscled, with breasts that were easily the size of Dorian’s head, large swaths of skin frequently exposed.

Why would that possibly be a thing Dorian wanted? The idea was absolutely absurd.

This is what Dorian was telling herself as she entered the tavern, looking for a little distraction after a long day of research. The place was loud, but not overly crowded; Varric and Trevelyan had a game of Wicked Grace going, while certain of the Chargers had instigated a sing-a-long. Surprisingly, Bull was on her own, having a drink and surveying the crowd, so Dorian made her way over. Why not? Dorian wasn’t interested. No harm in chatting with an acquaintance. Didn’t mean anything at all.

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