[ This is normal isn't it? Actually discussing things before hand, beyond "I'm going to die soon, are you willing". It's not all fuck off or fuck yes, and nothing in between; normal people could talk about difficulties and struggles and everything in-between. They didn't learn about each other by entering their minds and picking apart their secrets. Astarion certainly isn't normal, and even considering him that way makes her laugh once, a short quick sound, but at least in this he's more normal than she is isn't he? Able to see something she missed in all this, that needed to be addressed, and having the ability to address it.
At least there's nothing at all convoluted in the way he looks at her now.
Sylvie rises again, but this time she unbuttons her cloak as she does, sliding it off her shoulders and tucking it into a clear space on the table. ]
Though, speaking of clarity.
[ The outfit underneath a simple black shirt and slacks, long sleeves and her trusty boots still on, making her steps a little heavier than his were as she pushes the chair back in and reaches past him to pick up the collar and turn it over in her hands. Since they are putting everything out in the open between them... ]
I can't currently read your mind, so maybe we should also discuss safe words? I'm particularly fond of the word Avocado.
[ The buckle is undone and Sylvie steps close enough to lean over him and slip it around his neck, careful to brush his curls out of the way as she secures it, not to tight, not too loose. ]
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[ This is normal isn't it? Actually discussing things before hand, beyond "I'm going to die soon, are you willing". It's not all fuck off or fuck yes, and nothing in between; normal people could talk about difficulties and struggles and everything in-between. They didn't learn about each other by entering their minds and picking apart their secrets. Astarion certainly isn't normal, and even considering him that way makes her laugh once, a short quick sound, but at least in this he's more normal than she is isn't he? Able to see something she missed in all this, that needed to be addressed, and having the ability to address it.
At least there's nothing at all convoluted in the way he looks at her now.
Sylvie rises again, but this time she unbuttons her cloak as she does, sliding it off her shoulders and tucking it into a clear space on the table. ]
Though, speaking of clarity.
[ The outfit underneath a simple black shirt and slacks, long sleeves and her trusty boots still on, making her steps a little heavier than his were as she pushes the chair back in and reaches past him to pick up the collar and turn it over in her hands. Since they are putting everything out in the open between them... ]
I can't currently read your mind, so maybe we should also discuss safe words? I'm particularly fond of the word Avocado.
[ The buckle is undone and Sylvie steps close enough to lean over him and slip it around his neck, careful to brush his curls out of the way as she secures it, not to tight, not too loose. ]
Look at that. Perfect fit.