[For a single, overwhelming moment, Astarion thinks he can feel his heart stop once more: the drop of it as it plummets to a standstill, so very much like the night he—
Reaches out tentatively to take them, pulling their supple weight into his palm first as he peels himself upright. Lining them up against the whole of his hand before he moves to put them on, extinguishing that vibrant glow— and with it, the thought that Fenris might not have somehow planned this whole thing through despite the fainter scent of tannins lingering in the air.
Gods above.]
Anywhere at all....?
[Warrants a quick upwards glance from underneath dark lashes.]
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Reaches out tentatively to take them, pulling their supple weight into his palm first as he peels himself upright. Lining them up against the whole of his hand before he moves to put them on, extinguishing that vibrant glow— and with it, the thought that Fenris might not have somehow planned this whole thing through despite the fainter scent of tannins lingering in the air.
Gods above.]
Anywhere at all....?
[Warrants a quick upwards glance from underneath dark lashes.]