[A tight grip: yes. Enough balance to accomodate that sidelong yank out of eyeshot....
One splash is all it takes for Astarion to watch on as the contents of his drinks become intimately acquainted with the ground rather than the inside of his own parched throat. Mournful glance locked low across the carnage before Fenris' inquiry finds footing of any shade— and then pale lips purse. Red eyes dart higher. Dizziness a slurring afterthought beyond the way Astarion opens his mouth to speak— and closes it. Opens it again. Closes it.
(Fenris said to hush.)
Ergo: a sort of nod that tilts back and forth is what he offers, emoting with sharp features as best he can. Trying to emphasize yes, but it's the caveats that make that message far more vexingly unreadable.]
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One splash is all it takes for Astarion to watch on as the contents of his drinks become intimately acquainted with the ground rather than the inside of his own parched throat. Mournful glance locked low across the carnage before Fenris' inquiry finds footing of any shade— and then pale lips purse. Red eyes dart higher. Dizziness a slurring afterthought beyond the way Astarion opens his mouth to speak— and closes it. Opens it again. Closes it.
(Fenris said to hush.)
Ergo: a sort of nod that tilts back and forth is what he offers, emoting with sharp features as best he can. Trying to emphasize yes, but it's the caveats that make that message far more vexingly unreadable.]