[Admittedly, he snorts quietly at that story. Little menace, and absently Fenris turns his head, returning that dull bite with a nip of his own against the tip of Astarion's ear. Stop that, the scold as tame as the teasing itself.
But ah . . . honesty at last, and to his quiet surprise, Fenris finds he appreciates it. There's something to be said for a straightforward answer, especially in wake of all they've done.]
Mmm.
[It's a noise somewhere between a hum and a grumble: acknowledgement combined with a grudging little hmph as the last of his resentment still embers. Perhaps he'll be sore about it for a fair bit— no, almost assuredly he will, for this was a rather unpleasant shock. But he'll get over it in time. And until he does . . . well. There's scolding and scolding— and perhaps he'll bring this up the next time they fuck.
For now: all is at least forgiven enough that they can curl up together like this. With a little hup Fenris shifts himself backwards, pulling Astarion with him as he settles back against the headboard.]
And now?
[I didn't think I'd care, and it's not that he expects Astarion to admit that he's secretly fallen in love with him. That's far too soon, and anyway, they're only just starting to admit they're even somewhat fond of each other. But perhaps he wants to hear it pinned. Perhaps, after all the aggression of the past few days, he wants something concrete.]
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But ah . . . honesty at last, and to his quiet surprise, Fenris finds he appreciates it. There's something to be said for a straightforward answer, especially in wake of all they've done.]
Mmm.
[It's a noise somewhere between a hum and a grumble: acknowledgement combined with a grudging little hmph as the last of his resentment still embers. Perhaps he'll be sore about it for a fair bit— no, almost assuredly he will, for this was a rather unpleasant shock. But he'll get over it in time. And until he does . . . well. There's scolding and scolding— and perhaps he'll bring this up the next time they fuck.
For now: all is at least forgiven enough that they can curl up together like this. With a little hup Fenris shifts himself backwards, pulling Astarion with him as he settles back against the headboard.]
And now?
[I didn't think I'd care, and it's not that he expects Astarion to admit that he's secretly fallen in love with him. That's far too soon, and anyway, they're only just starting to admit they're even somewhat fond of each other. But perhaps he wants to hear it pinned. Perhaps, after all the aggression of the past few days, he wants something concrete.]
You care for me?