[ What a sentence. But it's hard to get too caught up in the absurdity while Astarion draws closer, looking at him with shadowed eyes. That look never fails to send a little thrill through him, and he's certain that Astarion knows that too. It's why he wields it with such deadly precision.
He reaches up, with his actual hand this time, and brushes the back of his knuckles along the side of Astarion's face. The smile curving his lips holds something fond, but an anticipatory sort of heat, too. ]
I think I could. I do owe you, after all, for saving me.
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He reaches up, with his actual hand this time, and brushes the back of his knuckles along the side of Astarion's face. The smile curving his lips holds something fond, but an anticipatory sort of heat, too. ]
I think I could. I do owe you, after all, for saving me.