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There's nothing planned about the way Astarion slips himself into the crook of Dante's arm without asking, pulling him close around his shoulders, fingertips perched light atop his forearm. He's decided— somewhere long before now— this is what they do, the both of them.

Equilibrium.

"Ever the dashing hero I've always dreamed of," He croons smoothly as they slink into the alleyway shadows in full, still smelling of lilac and sex, and the alluring tang of copper.

"I'll look forward to seeing you try."

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And falling into step, Dante tugs Astarion in so that he's snug at his side, it's enough to be intimate, companionable, but not enough to interfere with walking leisurely. It just so happened neither one of them had any particular qualms about personal space, invading it, and getting comfortable in it. Clearly there were a few benefits, aside from piggy back rides.

"Can't imagine that dream had a white stallion and blinding armor in it?" Dante couldn't imagine himself being any kind of white knight and picturing himself in a suit of armor gave him a child dressing up in dad's DnD cosplay vibe. He banished the thought before it could send a chill down his spine and instead focused on Astarion's challenge.

"And succeed" Dante said nosing Astarion's hair playfully, "you forgot to add that part."