[Knowledge is a valuable thing. Astarion’s hoarded it from the moment he first set foot in this world, clutching every minuscule shred of it to his chest, tucking it away up his sleeve for a moment where it might prove either protective or advantageous.
This? Personal as it is, isn’t any different. Whether it comes today or tomorrow, a moment of opportunity will inevitably worm its way in, and he'll know precisely how to play this tattered little card: for Riftwatch, for a mission, for an exceedingly dull soirée in need of a point of interest as distraction— or even in dealing with Corypheus’ own devoted lackeys, their unshakable faith in need of rattling.
He ought to keep it. Just like all the rest. Deep down, he knows he should.
After all, what has kindness ever gotten him? An anchor round his neck rather than anything either useful or freeing. Risk at perpetual cost.
But he sees that look on Fenris’ face. The sincerity clinging to stony contours, eyes fixed in their emerald stare, clinging to the notion that Astarion's meant to be trusted.]
Mmph. [A breathy sort of dismissal, a little too much air that hums in a half-sigh through his nose.
no subject
This? Personal as it is, isn’t any different. Whether it comes today or tomorrow, a moment of opportunity will inevitably worm its way in, and he'll know precisely how to play this tattered little card: for Riftwatch, for a mission, for an exceedingly dull soirée in need of a point of interest as distraction— or even in dealing with Corypheus’ own devoted lackeys, their unshakable faith in need of rattling.
He ought to keep it. Just like all the rest. Deep down, he knows he should.
After all, what has kindness ever gotten him? An anchor round his neck rather than anything either useful or freeing. Risk at perpetual cost.
But he sees that look on Fenris’ face. The sincerity clinging to stony contours, eyes fixed in their emerald stare, clinging to the notion that Astarion's meant to be trusted.]
Mmph. [A breathy sort of dismissal, a little too much air that hums in a half-sigh through his nose.
His attention twists sharply away.]
I doubt anyone would believe me, anyway.
[That is, for the record, a yes, Fenris.]
But....what do you mean, her father?