[A cat to a wolf, Fenris says, and Astarion likes that analogy somehow. All implied power imbalances aside, the descriptors fit more keenly than Fenris might realize.
(Or is that just the ghost of his own lost memories peeking through despite everything?)
Whatever it is, it earns a shockingly wolfish smile from Astarion as he rises to stand (no one pay attention to how he sways at first from moving too quickly, tipsy and high enough that balance has to move in belatedly to adjust) grabbing the bottle of port with one hand, and only one of the daggers with the other.]
Deal.
[said with all the confidence of a creature certain it’ll emerge victorious.]
And if I win...
[If he wins, what. He hadn’t thought this far ahead. Hadn’t wanted anything but the thrill of a good, bloody rush.
So what should he ask for? Hm. Better run with the first thing that comes to mind. Never steered him wrong before.]
You stay the night.
[Oh. Right. He’s drunk. That’s exactly what drunk Astarion would try to grab at.
Oh well. True to oneself, and all. Time to cap it all off with a very charming grin.
...it’s quite possibly the dumbest grin anyone’s ever managed in Kirkwall’s entire history.]
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(Or is that just the ghost of his own lost memories peeking through despite everything?)
Whatever it is, it earns a shockingly wolfish smile from Astarion as he rises to stand (no one pay attention to how he sways at first from moving too quickly, tipsy and high enough that balance has to move in belatedly to adjust) grabbing the bottle of port with one hand, and only one of the daggers with the other.]
Deal.
[said with all the confidence of a creature certain it’ll emerge victorious.]
And if I win...
[If he wins, what. He hadn’t thought this far ahead. Hadn’t wanted anything but the thrill of a good, bloody rush.
So what should he ask for? Hm. Better run with the first thing that comes to mind. Never steered him wrong before.]
You stay the night.
[Oh. Right. He’s drunk. That’s exactly what drunk Astarion would try to grab at.
Oh well. True to oneself, and all. Time to cap it all off with a very charming grin.
...it’s quite possibly the dumbest grin anyone’s ever managed in Kirkwall’s entire history.]