[Later on, he’ll be glad he didn’t start by shaving the sides of Leto’s head. Later on, he’ll smile a little each time he catches sight of the spot just at the back of what he's styled, where longer sections of hair have a single, offset counterpart: a few wispy strands cut at an odd angle, so much shorter than the rest that it sticks out. Just a bit.
For now, though, the moment Leto’s words catch—
Those scissors slip.
He sucks in the sharpest breath imaginable in the very second that the blades of those shears snap closed, clipping the strands he’d been holding far too high (and far too soon), leaving Astarion utterly frozen when he subsequently gasps out:]
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For now, though, the moment Leto’s words catch—
Those scissors slip.
He sucks in the sharpest breath imaginable in the very second that the blades of those shears snap closed, clipping the strands he’d been holding far too high (and far too soon), leaving Astarion utterly frozen when he subsequently gasps out:]
—strewth.