[Because, truthfully, he doesn't know what to do with a moment like this overlong. For as much as he would like to get lost in it, and humor the idea that the world can hang still, much like he remains stilled in Winter's embrace, it is such a strange, alien concept that he cannot dwell on it. Cannot indulge in it as much as he wants to, when uncertainty regarding… feeling still looms like a pall.
So, Astarion enjoys the quiet and comfort selfishly. Perhaps for even a length of time that might be called indulgent.
But eventually, he will sever it and move on—]
Because…
[I don't know what this is.
Instead, he shifts, finally, raising his head and trying to meet Winter’s gaze with a purposefully sharpening smile.]
Because me, boring you to death? I think not.
[With the lilt of a man trying his best to shove whatever moment that was back into the passage of time:]
Besides, our last little nighttime dalliance was cut short. [Because Winter was bruised and tired and needed the rest.] We need to make up for lost time. Don't you think?
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So, Astarion enjoys the quiet and comfort selfishly. Perhaps for even a length of time that might be called indulgent.
But eventually, he will sever it and move on—]
Because…
[I don't know what this is.
Instead, he shifts, finally, raising his head and trying to meet Winter’s gaze with a purposefully sharpening smile.]
Because me, boring you to death? I think not.
[With the lilt of a man trying his best to shove whatever moment that was back into the passage of time:]
Besides, our last little nighttime dalliance was cut short. [Because Winter was bruised and tired and needed the rest.] We need to make up for lost time. Don't you think?