Our maker— [He starts slickly, bile sharpening the blade of a sentiment he— just can't finish. It's like a pill stuck in his throat, you know. The same feeling. There, meant to go somewhere— meant to hammer home with his typical acidic bite that there's a lot more intent than truth on the table— but no amount of pressure or flexing can keep it on its course.
Their master sleeps. He isn't here, gifts or fucking not.
And Astarion doesn't want to think about it.]
—imagined a lot of things.
[Like a sigh, it slips through his teeth alongside a slackening expression. Footfalls far from slowing even as Fenris creeps ever closer. Meaning that it's a simple thing to reach out with one hand in (sort-of) passing, palm pressed against a pair of slender hips crosswise— dragging as he continues on his way (again, like slithering coils before moving behind his companion), still getting a lay of the room for now.]
We both know reality wasn't his strong suit. Not any more than it fits in with all those highborne fangs.
[A beat, his eyes fixed on high glass:] An admirable effort, though.
no subject
[Consort. Partner.]
Our maker— [He starts slickly, bile sharpening the blade of a sentiment he— just can't finish. It's like a pill stuck in his throat, you know. The same feeling. There, meant to go somewhere— meant to hammer home with his typical acidic bite that there's a lot more intent than truth on the table— but no amount of pressure or flexing can keep it on its course.
Their master sleeps. He isn't here, gifts or fucking not.
And Astarion doesn't want to think about it.]
—imagined a lot of things.
[Like a sigh, it slips through his teeth alongside a slackening expression. Footfalls far from slowing even as Fenris creeps ever closer. Meaning that it's a simple thing to reach out with one hand in (sort-of) passing, palm pressed against a pair of slender hips crosswise— dragging as he continues on his way (again, like slithering coils before moving behind his companion), still getting a lay of the room for now.]
We both know reality wasn't his strong suit. Not any more than it fits in with all those highborne fangs.
[A beat, his eyes fixed on high glass:] An admirable effort, though.
[His sire's gift, their kin....or both?]
Not that it matters, in the end.