[His own laugh in response is sincere, if nothing else. No false guard or lilting, performative tone. Proof enough that in his own way, he's actually touched by it, that concern.]
And shockingly handsome, too. Can't forget the most important detail.
Between my sharp eyes and his...oddly bare feet [what is it with native elves, huh] that are admittedly probably very good at running, we'll see gilded trouble coming from well far away, I'm sure.
And it's not as if you won't be looking out for us, too.
[And maybe it's unfair to circle back now that they're so far out, but Astarion's conversational tides travel as a habit: with all pressing topics pushed aside, the one detail that's stuck in his head since it was first mentioned is the only thing left clinging to the tip of his tongue.]
...you know, you mentioned your first love, before.
What ever happened to him?
[Not that they couldn't have drifted apart, but Thedas is a tumultuous place, and Astarion imagines it wasn't always easy, living in it as Bastien did.]
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And shockingly handsome, too. Can't forget the most important detail.
Between my sharp eyes and his...oddly bare feet [what is it with native elves, huh] that are admittedly probably very good at running, we'll see gilded trouble coming from well far away, I'm sure.
And it's not as if you won't be looking out for us, too.
[And maybe it's unfair to circle back now that they're so far out, but Astarion's conversational tides travel as a habit: with all pressing topics pushed aside, the one detail that's stuck in his head since it was first mentioned is the only thing left clinging to the tip of his tongue.]
...you know, you mentioned your first love, before.
What ever happened to him?
[Not that they couldn't have drifted apart, but Thedas is a tumultuous place, and Astarion imagines it wasn't always easy, living in it as Bastien did.]