Oh. Oh, Astarion goes so red that there's thanks to be given to dim, heinously dark Lowtown lighting. A mercy that he can't do anything but feel as it slithers up the nape of his neck and beds into his cheeks and ears, right up to their tips. It's a wonder that his own personal wonder sees fit to praise him, now. He can't remember the last time he was praised, for that matter. Let alone in all sincerity.]
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Oh. Oh, Astarion goes so red that there's thanks to be given to dim, heinously dark Lowtown lighting. A mercy that he can't do anything but feel as it slithers up the nape of his neck and beds into his cheeks and ears, right up to their tips. It's a wonder that his own personal wonder sees fit to praise him, now. He can't remember the last time he was praised, for that matter. Let alone in all sincerity.]