“Kadan.. your arm..!?” Bull reached for his lover, the small body of the elf hot to the touch and the stump of the arm still glowing and sputtering as if having burst. He pulled the inquisitor close and kissed his forehead as the smaller man shivered with lingering pain.

“I…I… I’ll be f-fine, Bull.” Juneael whispered to his Qunari lover. The pain had been blazing, completely shutting out his memory of where Solas could have possibly gone. He looked up at Bull and smiled.

“The pain is gone now…” Me murmured and reached up to touch bull’s face, noticing the missing lower left arm. “oh… I see why…” he chuckled almost desperately. The terror of the fact that his arm were gone… or that with it went his reason for power. The fading glow of green terrified him almost as much as having had the mark forced upon him. What now..? The Chantry wanted him shackled, wanted his power leached or disbanded. And what if he lost himself to the chantry? And if he did disband the Inquisition… what then? he was an apostate elf with no clan or protection. His enemies where many and now what made people fear him had been taken from him.

Tears spilled down his face and Bull just pulled him close not asking for the reason behind them. Now was not the time, they both knew it… and so Bull just held him close as he lifted him up to return to Halamshiral. Sera and Cassandra were beside them, both ready to fight off any lingering enemies. Their strength a source of comfort to Juneael’s racing mind.

He knew what he had to do… with Qunari and the Dread Wolf’s spies in the Inquisition there was only one way to go. only one decision to be made…

The Inquisition had to be disbanded.

A small fic to go with the image. I romanced The Iron Bull again… and I love their relationship. Also… my writing is terrible, please excuse.