[Ah, one step at a time. Truly the mark of patience, and one that he might come to feel indebted to in time.
When Winter presses that kiss against his temple, and Astarion smiles a little wider. He eases himself back just a touch, enough to where he can angle just right to offer him one in return -- a soft press against the warlock's lips. Another thank you of sorts, but this one goes unspoken.]
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When Winter presses that kiss against his temple, and Astarion smiles a little wider. He eases himself back just a touch, enough to where he can angle just right to offer him one in return -- a soft press against the warlock's lips. Another thank you of sorts, but this one goes unspoken.]