[Come now. If Astarion has to converse with his dinners, he thinks it's only fair everyone else does the same. And really, it's not so bad: if one thinks humans are intolerable, hearing wild beasts recount villainy with an absolute height of tone-deaf ignorance is a treat all its own, but—
Oh.
Oh, there's so much to unpack here. Enough that even Astarion pauses with his pen nib to the parchment.
He wants to know. He wants to know, and yet there's a part of him that knows better than to pry when it comes to the gaps in all their margins. If Leto wanted to say it, he'd have said it, whatever that faint wish was. So, intimately comprehending that, the idea of letting it alone is more solid than an orcish fruitcake in his undead mind— but even then, a present isn't enough to completely distract him.
Hm.]
A gift?
For me?
[....]
she didn't say anything ominous ahead of time, did she? No questions about sunlight or wooden stakes.
no subject
Oh.
Oh, there's so much to unpack here. Enough that even Astarion pauses with his pen nib to the parchment.
He wants to know. He wants to know, and yet there's a part of him that knows better than to pry when it comes to the gaps in all their margins. If Leto wanted to say it, he'd have said it, whatever that faint wish was. So, intimately comprehending that, the idea of letting it alone is more solid than an orcish fruitcake in his undead mind— but even then, a present isn't enough to completely distract him.
Hm.]
A gift?
For me?
[....]
she didn't say anything ominous ahead of time, did she? No questions about sunlight or wooden stakes.