[ At least the walk of shame to Shadowheart’s tent every morning is getting easier. In some fairness to Winter, he understands what it’s like to rely on someone else for a bit of strength. He doesn’t make a big deal out of it whenever Astarion comes creeping up in the night – not since that first time – just lets him take what he needs. And sometimes Winter takes what he needs in turn. A bit of intimacy, a bit of closeness and release.
He’s certainly been in far worse arrangements.
Much worse arrangements, he finds himself thinking as Astarion draws closer, hand alighting on his thigh. ]
Did I not just say thank you?
[ He’s teasing, there’s a glint of good humor in those ice-colored eyes. To answer more genuinely, he reaches up with his good hand to pull away his not insubstantial mane of hair away from his neck, letting it drape over one shoulder instead. He angles his head. ]
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At least the walk of shame to Shadowheart’s tent every morning is getting easier.In some fairness to Winter, he understands what it’s like to rely on someone else for a bit of strength. He doesn’t make a big deal out of it whenever Astarion comes creeping up in the night – not since that first time – just lets him take what he needs. And sometimes Winter takes what he needs in turn. A bit of intimacy, a bit of closeness and release.He’s certainly been in far worse arrangements.
Much worse arrangements, he finds himself thinking as Astarion draws closer, hand alighting on his thigh. ]
Did I not just say thank you?
[ He’s teasing, there’s a glint of good humor in those ice-colored eyes. To answer more genuinely, he reaches up with his good hand to pull away his not insubstantial mane of hair away from his neck, letting it drape over one shoulder instead. He angles his head. ]
Be my guest.