Thank you. For trusting me with— everything. Hadriana. What she did. How terribly you suffered. Words are always pitiful rewards for so much anguish. Promises, cheap.
People lie. People leave. And if they don't take from you, the world takes them.
[It's easy to forget, at times, how intimately Astarion knows loss. How cynical it makes him. How gentle. He's already lost the thread of what he'd meant to say, but something tan springs to mind in its place.
All the air runs out of him. Deflating softly.]
You know. [Soft, across the line. Decompression such a gradual process. He needs time, and he takes that in the toothless habit of play that isn't wholly play. Emotion masked as something else.] You always used to say you were afraid you'd run if we played rough.
Now look at you. Chasing handsome elves with their fangs and their complex-but-intensely-attractive problems across entire Realms without a second thought.
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People lie. People leave. And if they don't take from you, the world takes them.
[It's easy to forget, at times, how intimately Astarion knows loss. How cynical it makes him. How gentle. He's already lost the thread of what he'd meant to say, but something tan springs to mind in its place.
All the air runs out of him. Deflating softly.]
You know. [Soft, across the line. Decompression such a gradual process. He needs time, and he takes that in the toothless habit of play that isn't wholly play. Emotion masked as something else.] You always used to say you were afraid you'd run if we played rough.
Now look at you. Chasing handsome elves with their fangs and their complex-but-intensely-attractive problems across entire Realms without a second thought.