[ Just like that, the atmosphere between them subtly shifts, heralded by touch and something… something almost like surrender. Just what they’re surrendering to, well, Winter could probably give it half a dozen names, and he’s not sure which would be more right. It’s funny, because it was just a day or even just mere hours ago that he was considering this thing between them as something distant and transactional.
It’s not transactional to throw oneself in the path of oncoming danger. Not distant to feel one’s heart stop with fear while watching it happen.
Astarion’s gaze lifts to meet his own, and that constricting warmth in his chest twists. The corners of his mouth lift, expression inexplicably soft. He couldn’t school his face into anything different even if he wanted to. ]
That depends. Do I get to ask the same of you, too?
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It’s not transactional to throw oneself in the path of oncoming danger. Not distant to feel one’s heart stop with fear while watching it happen.
Astarion’s gaze lifts to meet his own, and that constricting warmth in his chest twists. The corners of his mouth lift, expression inexplicably soft. He couldn’t school his face into anything different even if he wanted to. ]
That depends. Do I get to ask the same of you, too?