[Grabbing her was hardly mild, he thinks. Deflecting the responsibility of assertion into the hands of malleable deniability means ignoring the way things could've gone a little longer.
—No.
No, actually, it doesn't. There's always some part of him that knows how far into the depths of contempt they all too easily stray; packmates and compatriots and friends, so far as any term applies, but there are times he'd swear he'd slit the others' throats for but the slightest insult. Moments where he'd considered dragging Petras into ruin beyond rescue, void of either regret or keen restraint. There's a reason Fenris sits above them. Why his friendship holds his heart in ways no other does.
Astarion moves to stand beside him, pressing their shoulders together by degrees.]
....no less than murder, I expect. The literal sort. [Is muted, far from slurred. A blow against the brandy on his breath.]
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—No.
No, actually, it doesn't. There's always some part of him that knows how far into the depths of contempt they all too easily stray; packmates and compatriots and friends, so far as any term applies, but there are times he'd swear he'd slit the others' throats for but the slightest insult. Moments where he'd considered dragging Petras into ruin beyond rescue, void of either regret or keen restraint. There's a reason Fenris sits above them. Why his friendship holds his heart in ways no other does.
Astarion moves to stand beside him, pressing their shoulders together by degrees.]
....no less than murder, I expect. The literal sort. [Is muted, far from slurred. A blow against the brandy on his breath.]
....what would Hadriana do....?