But things are different in this room, aren't they? Just for tonight, maybe. Just for this hour, this minute, this moment, when they're tangled together and more equal than they've ever been. When Astarion looks at him as companion instead of bodyguard, and Fenris—
Fenris needs to act as more than flinching slave.
It's quick, the way he moves: a lightning-fast burst of movement, shifting and twisting his body as he spins to face Astarion, his arms surging forward to wrap around the other elf and tug him in close. Their bodies suddenly aligned (oh, Astarion is so slight compared to him, his body such a fragile thing when grasped with roughened hands), one hand wrapping firm around his torso while the other threads through unruly curls. He doesn't grip so tight it hurts, for he isn't in this to punish— just to command attention, so suddenly and swiftly that Astarion will have no choice but to pay him mind.]
And what of yours is mine, little star?
[Focus, little one. Choose carefully, and it's impossible to read Fenris' expression. There's nothing but intent focus, emerald eyes glinting in the darkness.]
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Fenris needs to act as more than flinching slave.
It's quick, the way he moves: a lightning-fast burst of movement, shifting and twisting his body as he spins to face Astarion, his arms surging forward to wrap around the other elf and tug him in close. Their bodies suddenly aligned (oh, Astarion is so slight compared to him, his body such a fragile thing when grasped with roughened hands), one hand wrapping firm around his torso while the other threads through unruly curls. He doesn't grip so tight it hurts, for he isn't in this to punish— just to command attention, so suddenly and swiftly that Astarion will have no choice but to pay him mind.]
And what of yours is mine, little star?
[Focus, little one. Choose carefully, and it's impossible to read Fenris' expression. There's nothing but intent focus, emerald eyes glinting in the darkness.]