The bastard was inept. [Comes a muttered response through loosened breaths, his chin left nestled soft against those fingers in a truce that's already stowed its fury in trade for being tended to. Seen.] Barely a waste of flesh, and happy to sit on his perch collecting coin while I penned line after line of whatever drivel came into his skull for months on end.
[Lessons, he called them. But there's no point in learning anything that isn't true. Just another excuse to keep Astarion's fingers moving. His mouth shut, even when he knew better.] There was alcohol on his breath that I didn't even put there for once, and he's never known the difference between Poe and Ardunni to begin with.
He was a fraud. And a liar. And a cheat.
I don't regret chasing him off.
[Light scoff slipping in. Mouth quirking to one side by self-aware degrees, changing the angle of that rag.]
....But then nobody believes me because I'm a liar and a cheat, too. [Sober, his ensuing sigh: he knows fully what he is, and his voice sinks ever so slightly to admit it, shrugging wryly through his shoulders.] So I guess there's that.
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[Lessons, he called them. But there's no point in learning anything that isn't true. Just another excuse to keep Astarion's fingers moving. His mouth shut, even when he knew better.] There was alcohol on his breath that I didn't even put there for once, and he's never known the difference between Poe and Ardunni to begin with.
He was a fraud. And a liar. And a cheat.
I don't regret chasing him off.
[Light scoff slipping in. Mouth quirking to one side by self-aware degrees, changing the angle of that rag.]
....But then nobody believes me because I'm a liar and a cheat, too. [Sober, his ensuing sigh: he knows fully what he is, and his voice sinks ever so slightly to admit it, shrugging wryly through his shoulders.] So I guess there's that.