This time, Astarion manages a smile. At odds with the look in his tired eyes, that sweeter, warming flash of jagged teeth twisting just to one side.
“Oh darling, he was always going to leave.”
His exhale is deep, he shifts to bear himself nearer to her by degrees, fingertips threading loosely through the laces of his open shirt for the sake of idle tangling.
Yes, he’s gone. And more the fool, Astarion.
“Two months of absolute silence and even the most naive of imbeciles would know they’ve been stood up. I, on the other hand, didn’t think to get the memo until now.” No, not that. There had been signs. Even Byerly’s attestation regarding the crystals and their nonexistent potential for fallibility had been enough to send Astarion into stiffened silence. Defensiveness.
All this time, he knew better. He just didn't want to let it in.
“You can take his gift if you want. Though I suppose it might be a little unwieldy for you.”
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“Oh darling, he was always going to leave.”
His exhale is deep, he shifts to bear himself nearer to her by degrees, fingertips threading loosely through the laces of his open shirt for the sake of idle tangling.
Yes, he’s gone. And more the fool, Astarion.
“Two months of absolute silence and even the most naive of imbeciles would know they’ve been stood up. I, on the other hand, didn’t think to get the memo until now.” No, not that. There had been signs. Even Byerly’s attestation regarding the crystals and their nonexistent potential for fallibility had been enough to send Astarion into stiffened silence. Defensiveness.
All this time, he knew better. He just didn't want to let it in.
“You can take his gift if you want. Though I suppose it might be a little unwieldy for you.”