[Without memory there to shatter the yawning stretch, how long has Fenris been alone, now?
Astarion tries— passively— to picture it as the vertiginous flow of cigarette smoke tangibly weaves its way in across his peripheral senses. Tingling ever-so-light, like the first, strangely numb feeling of a limb losing its own circulation, though not at all unpleasant. He’s done this enough times (in good company and poor alike, too) that there’s no losing track of either himself or his train of thought. Just the pleasantness of it, mirroring how much he enjoys—
Well, all of this.
But still, under the sound of that rolling laugh, rough and pretty all the same, he does wonder.]
Whetting our appetites before a decent meal sounds thrilling a prospect as any.
[And, despite the danger they’ve only just escaped, he considers asking for it right now.
Still, immediate risks being what they are— slightly drunk and slightly addled, card game half-started and not a drop of actual food in their bellies— that’d just be stupid, wouldn’t it.]
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Astarion tries— passively— to picture it as the vertiginous flow of cigarette smoke tangibly weaves its way in across his peripheral senses. Tingling ever-so-light, like the first, strangely numb feeling of a limb losing its own circulation, though not at all unpleasant. He’s done this enough times (in good company and poor alike, too) that there’s no losing track of either himself or his train of thought. Just the pleasantness of it, mirroring how much he enjoys—
Well, all of this.
But still, under the sound of that rolling laugh, rough and pretty all the same, he does wonder.]
Whetting our appetites before a decent meal sounds thrilling a prospect as any.
[And, despite the danger they’ve only just escaped, he considers asking for it right now.
Still, immediate risks being what they are— slightly drunk and slightly addled, card game half-started and not a drop of actual food in their bellies— that’d just be stupid, wouldn’t it.]
We should do it tonight.
[Good job, Astarion.]