[Much like the shades of this conversation, in fact, the differences run stark. Enough that Astarion's bearing slips back behind his shoulders, spine settling against his seat whilst his focus turns away— yet despite appearances, it's not a loss of interest.
There's a tug of contact as slim fingers clasp round Fenris' own. As he's pulled away from that saccharine drink and the covering gauze of draped curtains. Away from the throbbing bassline, the gossiping patrons, the source of his seething ire—
Into a narrow, black-paint lined corridor reminiscent of a backstage passage leading to two shoddy little restroom doors, neither of them labeled anymore, their plastic markers long worn off. Luxury, it seems, doesn't extend to the latrines. But it's quiet here, sectioned off and near the exit, all downsides well included.
His back is to the illuminated green of that emergency sign, arms folding tight across his chest.]
No good can come of having talks like this in places like that.
[One creak, once he's backed against the doorway, its opened seams letting in a gust of summer air.]
....she sounds a monster, your Hadriana.
[She sounds both like, and unlike Violet....but he won't say that just yet.]
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There's a tug of contact as slim fingers clasp round Fenris' own. As he's pulled away from that saccharine drink and the covering gauze of draped curtains. Away from the throbbing bassline, the gossiping patrons, the source of his seething ire—
Into a narrow, black-paint lined corridor reminiscent of a backstage passage leading to two shoddy little restroom doors, neither of them labeled anymore, their plastic markers long worn off. Luxury, it seems, doesn't extend to the latrines. But it's quiet here, sectioned off and near the exit, all downsides well included.
His back is to the illuminated green of that emergency sign, arms folding tight across his chest.]
No good can come of having talks like this in places like that.
[One creak, once he's backed against the doorway, its opened seams letting in a gust of summer air.]
....she sounds a monster, your Hadriana.
[She sounds both like, and unlike Violet....but he won't say that just yet.]