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π‘”π‘Žπ‘™π‘’ π‘‘π‘’π‘˜π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘œπ‘  ([personal profile] corporeity) wrote 2025-06-06 01:21 pm (UTC)

[ That Astarion believes him deserving is β€” too pleasing, his mouth curving lopsided and high.

He thinks to wear a shirt he packed at the last minute, cornflower blue, because Astarion complimented the cut when he donned it the prior summer. This presents two issues: 1. That Astarion might remember. 2. That he won’t. Both mortify, and so he resolves never to wear it again.

Instead, he cycles through the rest of his modest belongings, for something appropriate. A lavender button-down. A short-sleeved, silken shirt in off-white.

(In the end, he wears the blue with grey trousers and ponders his death drive the entire walk to their meal.) ]


I’ll admit I packed with the hope you’d find time for me.

[ because he doesn’t see many people outside of his duties while visiting β€” or, indeed, much at all anymore. ]

See you then, ⭐️.

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