[The response (not answer, not yet, and the difference matters) startles a laugh out of him, breathless and fond. In the next moment he tips his head up, returning that warm nuzzle with a little push, their noses bumping together as their foreheads butt in familiar greeting. He can hear the warmth layered beneath that toothless tease, the adoration and love and wonderment— and he can hear, too, the fear. The tiny tendril of awe and shock that indicate no disbelief nor disagreement— but gods, what a thing for them. For either of them, but perhaps especially Astarion.
His fingers slide gently against the line of his jaw, a faint smile playing on Leto's lips as his gaze softens further.]
If I was delirious, Astarion, I would be in no fit state to tell you.
Now come here.
[Leto moves where he's bidden, gladly offering himself up for Astarion to pick up and rearrange as his vampire sees fit— so long as he follows Leto's quiet urging to climb into bed with him. Stay close to me, and he settles in his lap or tucked beneath his arm, it barely matters, just so long as they're close.
And when they're together— truly and properly, limbs tangled and breath warm against one another's lips— Leto cups his cheek more fully, turning his vampire to face him. His thumb smooths down over cold skin, and he says more sincerely:]
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His fingers slide gently against the line of his jaw, a faint smile playing on Leto's lips as his gaze softens further.]
If I was delirious, Astarion, I would be in no fit state to tell you.
Now come here.
[Leto moves where he's bidden, gladly offering himself up for Astarion to pick up and rearrange as his vampire sees fit— so long as he follows Leto's quiet urging to climb into bed with him. Stay close to me, and he settles in his lap or tucked beneath his arm, it barely matters, just so long as they're close.
And when they're together— truly and properly, limbs tangled and breath warm against one another's lips— Leto cups his cheek more fully, turning his vampire to face him. His thumb smooths down over cold skin, and he says more sincerely:]
Will you marry me?
[He wants to hear it.]