Or he sighs, maybe, the two actions close enough that it's hard to tell what he's aiming for beyond simple dissipation. The baseline uncorking of a figurative bottle.]
Fine.
[No part of tonight's unfolding signals fine in any way, shape, or form, but there has to be a middle ground somewhere, right?
Unfolding himself and soon turning back towards the mirror, Astarion studies himself in its glass for a few slow beats, before reaching back to untie the tangled mess of curls tucked in against the back of his neck— lifting their delicate span with only one hand (and wrist): exposing the line of his throat and a series of jeweled clasps (attached to a collared choker, its gilt trails laced completely into the collar of his open-backed shirt, the blouse that'd been covering it— loose and partially sheer for thinness alone— slipping down around his elbow, his waist), no trace of effort spent.
His head tilts, chin drawn closer to his shoulder. Lashes drifting down towards the ground without a single glance spared for the elf stood opposite his reflection (just his voice. Just his attention. Just— )]
2/2
Or he sighs, maybe, the two actions close enough that it's hard to tell what he's aiming for beyond simple dissipation. The baseline uncorking of a figurative bottle.]
Fine.
[No part of tonight's unfolding signals fine in any way, shape, or form, but there has to be a middle ground somewhere, right?
Unfolding himself and soon turning back towards the mirror, Astarion studies himself in its glass for a few slow beats, before reaching back to untie the tangled mess of curls tucked in against the back of his neck— lifting their delicate span with only one hand (and wrist): exposing the line of his throat and a series of jeweled clasps (attached to a collared choker, its gilt trails laced completely into the collar of his open-backed shirt, the blouse that'd been covering it— loose and partially sheer for thinness alone— slipping down around his elbow, his waist), no trace of effort spent.
His head tilts, chin drawn closer to his shoulder. Lashes drifting down towards the ground without a single glance spared for the elf stood opposite his reflection (just his voice. Just his attention. Just— )]
Make yourself useful, then.