[Little little little, all teasing, all play. It's a losing battle in part for things here being exactly what they undeniably are, yes, but also because all Astarion sees is the paradox of an adolescent thing and the very same heart that led him out of the darkness when he was only a fledgling creature in freedom, barely able to stand on his own fretful legs.
Young, he'll always say with a grin where Leto's skin runs thinnest. (Young, he'll always mean when he thinks of himself lost inside that long-limbed shadow— awestruck by its beauty and boldness alike.)
But the days are getting shorter. The nights longer. Astarion's the one outside more and more with winter setting in, and while spells to speak with animals and jokes about keepers and parties are all business as usual, well—
Succeed or fail, these days won't come again.
Or as Folwin would say— stupid, stupid, Folwin— you only live once.]
Initiations are for children. [And they won't talk about the fact that every highbrow sommeliers club in Baldur's Gate has them. Shh.]
But those children adore you, you know. We should pay our respects. Give them a taste of decent wine for a change.
Maybe convince them not to destroy what's left of their livers before sunrise.
[He's not being nice, for the record. that isn't what this is.]
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Young, he'll always say with a grin where Leto's skin runs thinnest. (Young, he'll always mean when he thinks of himself lost inside that long-limbed shadow— awestruck by its beauty and boldness alike.)
But the days are getting shorter. The nights longer. Astarion's the one outside more and more with winter setting in, and while spells to speak with animals and jokes about keepers and parties are all business as usual, well—
Succeed or fail, these days won't come again.
Or as Folwin would say— stupid, stupid, Folwin— you only live once.]
Initiations are for children. [And they won't talk about the fact that every highbrow sommeliers club in Baldur's Gate has them. Shh.]
But those children adore you, you know. We should pay our respects. Give them a taste of decent wine for a change.
Maybe convince them not to destroy what's left of their livers before sunrise.
[He's not being nice, for the record. that isn't what this is.]