[Gods, he can't remember the last time anyone's talked with him like this, joked with him like this— playful as pups and achingly casual, with no thought of rank or power. He laughs as he's pushed down, his hands squeezing Astarion's hips as he smirks up at him.]
I am not. I'll procure some for you, if you wish. And we can see how good you really are at swallowing something down—
[There's another flurry of movement, another playful scrap that starts with Astarion shrieking in disgust and ends with Fenris dragging him in close, tugging at that sleepshirt until he's sprawled atop him once more, their faces only a few inches apart. Settle here, be near me, as Fenris' face softens by degrees with blatant amusement.]
Your food is just as strange to me. Far, far heavier than I was ever used to in Tevinter— and I do not understand your aversions to spice. You are aware it exists, hm?
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I am not. I'll procure some for you, if you wish. And we can see how good you really are at swallowing something down—
[There's another flurry of movement, another playful scrap that starts with Astarion shrieking in disgust and ends with Fenris dragging him in close, tugging at that sleepshirt until he's sprawled atop him once more, their faces only a few inches apart. Settle here, be near me, as Fenris' face softens by degrees with blatant amusement.]
Your food is just as strange to me. Far, far heavier than I was ever used to in Tevinter— and I do not understand your aversions to spice. You are aware it exists, hm?