I've lost my taste for your collection.[Untrue, he's going to drink another bottle from it in an hour or so— but Leto doesn't need to know that.]
It all reminds me of being on my own, now.
[Astarion, it's been one day.]
Anyway, since that night after the Crossroads, to answer your question. The one where you taught me a little of both. The roles they played in your life.
What they mean to you.
And while it actively pains me to admit I'm not exactly flawless at any of it just yet, I'll get there eventually.
You are nasal when it comes to Qunlat. And your verb conjugation is nonexistent. You are better in Tevene, but we will see when you begin to learn proper sentences.
And I love you very much for learning them. For even bothering to try. And I do not expect you to continue, not if it is too arduous a task. It is enough that you learned enough to surprise me with it.
Do not whine when I bring home a white wine. You brought this on yourself.
[And of course Astarion does. And of course Leto retorts, threatening to bring him home watered down juice and little else if he's going to be a brat. And of course it goes on and on, until at last his fire dies down and he has to write by the light of the moon— and even then, he only ceases when he finds himself falling asleep mid-sentence. But it's a soothing thing, to wake up and see the words from last night still there. He feels the weight of them as he catches his bounty; as he makes his way home, blood on his hands and proof in his pocket, and buys two bottles of wine before heading home.
One shatters when Astarion leaps upon him the moment he gets into the door, but that's all right too.]
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Fussy thing, too.]
I've lost my taste for your collection.[Untrue, he's going to drink another bottle from it in an hour or so— but Leto doesn't need to know that.]
It all reminds me of being on my own, now.
[Astarion, it's been one day.]
Anyway, since that night after the Crossroads, to answer your question. The one where you taught me a little of both. The roles they played in your life.
What they mean to you.
And while it actively pains me to admit I'm not exactly flawless at any of it just yet, I'll get there eventually.
[A solid beat, just before:]
Why? Impressed by my talents already?
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And I love you very much for learning them. For even bothering to try. And I do not expect you to continue, not if it is too arduous a task. It is enough that you learned enough to surprise me with it.
Do not whine when I bring home a white wine. You brought this on yourself.
[And of course Astarion does. And of course Leto retorts, threatening to bring him home watered down juice and little else if he's going to be a brat. And of course it goes on and on, until at last his fire dies down and he has to write by the light of the moon— and even then, he only ceases when he finds himself falling asleep mid-sentence. But it's a soothing thing, to wake up and see the words from last night still there. He feels the weight of them as he catches his bounty; as he makes his way home, blood on his hands and proof in his pocket, and buys two bottles of wine before heading home.
One shatters when Astarion leaps upon him the moment he gets into the door, but that's all right too.]