[They do make the start of an awful joke, and that offhanded comment earns a dry little snort from Astarion himself as he lifts his sleeve to his mouth, sharp fangs tugging until fabric tears— which admittedly, doesn’t take much with teeth like that.
From there, he puts the silk to the bottle’s lip; a waste of fine wine by some standards, but for a man like Astarion? Well. He imagines there’s no shortage in his future.
He also holds his breath once Fenris opts to lift his shirt.
Maker indeed.]
I told you I’d been in Thedas for a little over half a year now, so...
[Dabbing ever-so-gently at that nasty gash, fingers peerlessly deft in their care; he’s done this all so many times before, well before his freedom was his own, after all.]
Exactly that long.
[...all right, so maybe it's still not the most pleasant topic as far as depressing truths go.]
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From there, he puts the silk to the bottle’s lip; a waste of fine wine by some standards, but for a man like Astarion? Well. He imagines there’s no shortage in his future.
He also holds his breath once Fenris opts to lift his shirt.
Maker indeed.]
I told you I’d been in Thedas for a little over half a year now, so...
[Dabbing ever-so-gently at that nasty gash, fingers peerlessly deft in their care; he’s done this all so many times before, well before his freedom was his own, after all.]
Exactly that long.
[...all right, so maybe it's still not the most pleasant topic as far as depressing truths go.]