[ A little thrill up his spine, at the feeling of Astarion touching the bite mark, intentional or not. He tries not to think about how much lighter he feels at having someone — at having Astarion — nestled close. Before Mystra and the orb, he’d been a social creature. A tactile one, even. The sudden (and eventually unavoidable) implosion of his person has led him to curtail all but his most essential relationships. ]
You noticed. [ As if that possibility hadn’t crossed his mind. He hadn’t thought that he would be caught in the act, certainly, or that his bashfulness might make Astarion doubt his intentions. It seems doubly foolish now, with Astarion touching the bite again. On purpose, surely. The apple of his throat bobs. ]
I’m not quite accustomed to… [ He tries and fails at a gesture to explain his jumbled thoughts. Could say he’s the courting kind, so this is all out of order, but that would imply they’re travelling towards an end beyond… mutual satiation. ]
But I don’t have any regrets. [ Nevermind that he almost did, by the riverside. He cants his head obligingly, even though Astarion might only mean to keep touching his bruised throat. ] And I wouldn’t be opposed to continuing, as we are.
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You noticed. [ As if that possibility hadn’t crossed his mind. He hadn’t thought that he would be caught in the act, certainly, or that his bashfulness might make Astarion doubt his intentions. It seems doubly foolish now, with Astarion touching the bite again. On purpose, surely. The apple of his throat bobs. ]
I’m not quite accustomed to… [ He tries and fails at a gesture to explain his jumbled thoughts. Could say he’s the courting kind, so this is all out of order, but that would imply they’re travelling towards an end beyond… mutual satiation. ]
But I don’t have any regrets. [ Nevermind that he almost did, by the riverside. He cants his head obligingly, even though Astarion might only mean to keep touching his bruised throat. ] And I wouldn’t be opposed to continuing, as we are.