There it is, subtly breaking the surface of pervasive misery like a sprout slithering out from under crushing stone. The smallest, most unexpected interjection. A little glimmer of Astarion's own familiar warmth catching just beneath his ribs as he scoffs brightly over the rim of his glass:]
Oh damn, there goes my invitation to your next gala.
[But before he can settle into his usual conversational rhythm, Fenris pulls a steady inhale from the base of that cigarette—
And.
Oh, it’s pitiful. Precious, even.
'Shut it', Fenris snaps— or possibly chokes, to be more precise— and Astarion’s expression is, in a word, devious when he reaches out to take back his own joint, subsequently drawing one very long, very graceful inhale from its smoldering span.
Exhaling smoothly only a beat later, crimson eyes never leaving Fenris’ own.]
You should’ve told me it was your first time.
I’d have been gentler.
[Nope. Even like this, with the both of them centered right at the heart of their own apparent misfortune, he just can’t help himself.
Extending it again, leaving it caught between his index and middle finger, Astarion holds the cigarette out towards Fenris’ lips.
Which is to say— Fenris can just take the damn thing if he wants to.]
Small inhales at first. Hold the smoke against your tongue beforehand, if you can manage it.
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There it is, subtly breaking the surface of pervasive misery like a sprout slithering out from under crushing stone. The smallest, most unexpected interjection. A little glimmer of Astarion's own familiar warmth catching just beneath his ribs as he scoffs brightly over the rim of his glass:]
Oh damn, there goes my invitation to your next gala.
[But before he can settle into his usual conversational rhythm, Fenris pulls a steady inhale from the base of that cigarette—
And.
Oh, it’s pitiful. Precious, even.
'Shut it', Fenris snaps— or possibly chokes, to be more precise— and Astarion’s expression is, in a word, devious when he reaches out to take back his own joint, subsequently drawing one very long, very graceful inhale from its smoldering span.
Exhaling smoothly only a beat later, crimson eyes never leaving Fenris’ own.]
You should’ve told me it was your first time.
I’d have been gentler.
[Nope. Even like this, with the both of them centered right at the heart of their own apparent misfortune, he just can’t help himself.
Extending it again, leaving it caught between his index and middle finger, Astarion holds the cigarette out towards Fenris’ lips.
Which is to say— Fenris can just take the damn thing if he wants to.]
Small inhales at first. Hold the smoke against your tongue beforehand, if you can manage it.