[Leto's stomach drops, his smile not so much fading as draining as he realizes abruptly what it is Astarion's after. Not a bad idea, at least not in theory— why tell someone when you can show them, after all? And perhaps it would help. Perhaps it would offer more clues to Astarion's past, or at least guarantee that someone else can recall what scant memories he has.
But it's one thing to consider that in theory. Quite another to contemplate it when it means having to cast magic upon Astarion. And not just any magic, no, but something intimate. Something that sinks beneath his skin and seeps into his core, drawing out his memories as though they're little more than pages for Leto to thumb through and gawk at as he sees fit. Not a violation, exactly, not when Astarion is the one asking for it— but gods, that's what it feels like. A violation of his privacy and autonomy all at once, and that's to say nothing of how wary Leto is of casting magic at all.]
You . . .
[He licks his lips, his eyes darting away for a moment as he tries to think of what he wants to say. Not no, but then again not yes, either.]
Has it been cast upon you before?
[He knows the spell, at least in theory. But let him buy a little time with meaningless chatter before he has to dissect what it is he feels.]
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But it's one thing to consider that in theory. Quite another to contemplate it when it means having to cast magic upon Astarion. And not just any magic, no, but something intimate. Something that sinks beneath his skin and seeps into his core, drawing out his memories as though they're little more than pages for Leto to thumb through and gawk at as he sees fit. Not a violation, exactly, not when Astarion is the one asking for it— but gods, that's what it feels like. A violation of his privacy and autonomy all at once, and that's to say nothing of how wary Leto is of casting magic at all.]
You . . .
[He licks his lips, his eyes darting away for a moment as he tries to think of what he wants to say. Not no, but then again not yes, either.]
Has it been cast upon you before?
[He knows the spell, at least in theory. But let him buy a little time with meaningless chatter before he has to dissect what it is he feels.]