[Choice. Yes, it is his choice, and he appreciates that recognition now of all times. He can feel Astarion's hesitation, those ink blots saying more than paragraphs of explanations ever would— and that's fine. Astarion is right to be wary; he's right, even, to think Fenris a fool for staying his blade instead of ending a potential threat the moment he sees it.
But Varania is his sister. And she will always be that, no matter what. And perhaps Fenris has lost too much to willingly lose something else, even at his own hand. Especially at his own hand.
In any case: Astarion moves them along and Leto goes along with it willingly, for what else is there to say?]
Lazy thing, there is wine in the cellar. You need only go down a set of stairs to fetch it.
[And yet he will buy a bottle before he comes home tomorrow. Such is the form his affection takes; Astarion is going to be so terribly spoiled before half a year is up. And oh, this has nothing to do with anything, save for the fact he's been curious about it, and it's as good a time as any to bring it up.]
How long have you been studying Tevene and Qunlat?
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But Varania is his sister. And she will always be that, no matter what. And perhaps Fenris has lost too much to willingly lose something else, even at his own hand. Especially at his own hand.
In any case: Astarion moves them along and Leto goes along with it willingly, for what else is there to say?]
Lazy thing, there is wine in the cellar. You need only go down a set of stairs to fetch it.
[And yet he will buy a bottle before he comes home tomorrow. Such is the form his affection takes; Astarion is going to be so terribly spoiled before half a year is up. And oh, this has nothing to do with anything, save for the fact he's been curious about it, and it's as good a time as any to bring it up.]
How long have you been studying Tevene and Qunlat?