[It's different when you say it back isn't the defense his logic means for it to be when it kicks in somewhere around the cluttered back of his own skull. And it's only then the rest makes sense, too, you know, having been inadvertently stacked as a one-to-one ratio against Karlach— peer and fellow fighter— known for ages (years?) in a way that sucks all the air out of Astarion's highborne greatness, making him feel small. Young. Unequivalent. With the teasing, without that teasing, it didn't change a thing: he was always destined to be jealous.
Because he never thought that it was real.]
People don't say it like that.
[Friend. Lover. Two words that are boxed up inside superficial confines that reek of either irreverence or possessiveness with nothing in between—
So what does it mean when neither adjective applies?]
no subject
Because he never thought that it was real.]
People don't say it like that.
[Friend. Lover. Two words that are boxed up inside superficial confines that reek of either irreverence or possessiveness with nothing in between—
So what does it mean when neither adjective applies?]
We've never said it like that.