[Until the door clicks. Astarion glowering coldly over his shoulder, his reddened eyes filled with a fresher bout of ire.
It's the first time that he's looked like he did that night in the alleyway.]
I didn't tell you to come in. [He scoffs defensively. Practically palpable how the hairs on the back of his neck are already standing with a bristling sense of hostility.
He wipes at his nose with the back of his fingers, the action quick and frustrated (oh, not soft. Not soft at all).]
Get out. I'm tired of looking at your wretched face.
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It's the first time that he's looked like he did that night in the alleyway.]
I didn't tell you to come in. [He scoffs defensively. Practically palpable how the hairs on the back of his neck are already standing with a bristling sense of hostility.
He wipes at his nose with the back of his fingers, the action quick and frustrated (oh, not soft. Not soft at all).]
Get out. I'm tired of looking at your wretched face.