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[rowancrowned]

( scoffing: ) Buying items at a pawnbroker is hardly anything for him to brag about.

( he's learned enough about human society to realize as much. far faster than astarion's hesitation of a reply comes his easy affirmation. )

Yes. A great deal. I only seek to know where I cannot wear it.

[illithidnapped]

I didn't think you were the sort to worry about it.

[Then again, an elf in Thedas is an elf in Thedas, and something stings mutedly as Astarion passes over that snagging detail.]

Anyway it was more like 'a few scraps of impure silver to a pack of wild animals after their land was scorched in the war' but yes. Basically the same.

And while I could've kept it for myself...well. I suppose I'm not much different at heart.

[rowancrowned]

I do not get into fistfights in public on accusations of thievery.

( there's more than enough gossip going around right now, and he would prefer the guards don't get called on him. messy!! )

I am pleased, then, that you took it from him. And if your need to drape yourself in baubles persist, my offer from the last time we spoke still holds.

[illithidnapped]

Shame. You'd look good all roughed up. [Messy can be fun, Thranduil. Embrace it every now and then from those high towers.

But his tone twists after that teasing commentary fades. Sinks lower. Lighter.]

I—

[A small breath, sticking to the back of his teeth.]

Tempting as the offer remains, I'm afraid I'm indisposed today. Personal business.

[rowancrowned]

Wait for the next engagement with Corypheus' forces.

( and knocking on wood with regard to that. )

Of course. ( smoothly, no curious prying at all. ) Blessed Feastday.

[illithidnapped]

Mmhm.

[He concedes, feather soft and just as content to let it lie. If he's a little grateful for it, that lack of prodding, it only manifests in the fact that he lingers long enough to add, not unkindly:]

Blessed whatever, darling.