[ Darling. How many times has that escaped his lips when talking to Astarion. It feels different, now. Not some heated thing he says to coax Astarion over the edge when they're tangled up together. This is something soft and gentle and sweet, and just for Astarion. It means something now, and isn't that thrilling in its own way?
A thrill that is only amplified when he sees that smile. What a lovely smile it is. ]
It's both, I think. Exciting and nerve-wracking. [ He leans over, closing the space between them to rest a hand on the side of Astarion's face, thumb brushing along the arc of his cheekbone. ] I can't think of anyone I'd rather share this with.
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[ Darling. How many times has that escaped his lips when talking to Astarion. It feels different, now. Not some heated thing he says to coax Astarion over the edge when they're tangled up together. This is something soft and gentle and sweet, and just for Astarion. It means something now, and isn't that thrilling in its own way?
A thrill that is only amplified when he sees that smile. What a lovely smile it is. ]
It's both, I think. Exciting and nerve-wracking. [ He leans over, closing the space between them to rest a hand on the side of Astarion's face, thumb brushing along the arc of his cheekbone. ] I can't think of anyone I'd rather share this with.