[Hastily, body covering the mouth of the fireplace as much as physically possible. Cast iron lever sinking at a laborious tilt every time Astarion finds some way to make it look the way it was. On the upside, the flue is open now— only with the addition of an added gap from where damper's lever tore itself away.
It dangles on next attempt, precariously swaying to the sound of padding footfalls drawn nearer, and then— success— oh it stays. Dangling like a doll's arm held on by a thread, but still it looks secure which is all that truly matters (provided the stare that takes it in isn't fluently versed in architecture of this shade).
And then a thought.]
Actually, no.
[Turns him around at a crouch to glance behind him. Shifting from flat delivery to something sheepish and demure, delayed. Enough delayed, in fact, that like a rubber band it snaps across its throttled tone, only settling after he's done the diligence of clearing his own throat. (And swallowing. And dropping his brows so that hangdog eyes soon lift.)] I was a prostitute, you know. I've never learned this sort of....banality.
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[Hastily, body covering the mouth of the fireplace as much as physically possible. Cast iron lever sinking at a laborious tilt every time Astarion finds some way to make it look the way it was. On the upside, the flue is open now— only with the addition of an added gap from where damper's lever tore itself away.
It dangles on next attempt, precariously swaying to the sound of padding footfalls drawn nearer, and then— success— oh it stays. Dangling like a doll's arm held on by a thread, but still it looks secure which is all that truly matters (provided the stare that takes it in isn't fluently versed in architecture of this shade).
And then a thought.]
Actually, no.
[Turns him around at a crouch to glance behind him. Shifting from flat delivery to something sheepish and demure, delayed. Enough delayed, in fact, that like a rubber band it snaps across its throttled tone, only settling after he's done the diligence of clearing his own throat. (And swallowing. And dropping his brows so that hangdog eyes soon lift.)] I was a prostitute, you know. I've never learned this sort of....banality.
Never had the chance.