[ A hitch in his breath, at their sudden closeness. Astarion keeps pulling the same trick and, worse, it keeps working. Heโd like to put its effectiveness down to his extended seclusion, but thereโs something to it being Astarion bothering to menace him, after clearly not finding him interesting at first.
Thereโs novelty now in realising that heโs a bit taller, too, for all Astarion has towered over him, of late. His attention inevitably flickers to Astarionโs mouth, lashes low.
Gods, heโs starving, looking adrift the moment Astarion turns away. It takes him a moment to recalibrate and follow after. ]
[ dryly, ] I think thatโs the forbidden magics, actually. [ which is, incidentally, the reason he can no longer claim heroism. It isnโt that he views himself as morally subpar, exactly, but he sees why his folly and over-intellectualising has cost him trust. ] And that flavour seems to have aided you in the field today.
[ After making him giddy last night. Leverage, of a kind. ]
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Thereโs novelty now in realising that heโs a bit taller, too, for all Astarion has towered over him, of late. His attention inevitably flickers to Astarionโs mouth, lashes low.
Gods, heโs starving, looking adrift the moment Astarion turns away. It takes him a moment to recalibrate and follow after. ]
[ dryly, ] I think thatโs the forbidden magics, actually. [ which is, incidentally, the reason he can no longer claim heroism. It isnโt that he views himself as morally subpar, exactly, but he sees why his folly and over-intellectualising has cost him trust. ] And that flavour seems to have aided you in the field today.
[ After making him giddy last night. Leverage, of a kind. ]