[Twice his day's salary per hour. Double that. Maker have bloody mercy, she could buy Astarion's honeyed flattery with that if she wanted to— her hood-masked eyes turned wide in those seconds that it takes for conversation (the term loosely used, in this particular instance) to depart on the heels of Arlynn's gathered flock.
Forgotten in the next breath when palpably strong fingers hook in flush around her ribs, displacing thinner silk; proving in the gliding ease of contact that there's nothing— nothing at all, in fact— underneath its darkened shape.
Like that, it's easy to bend to it. Easy to forget her ire, or the hungry, childish glint that noble's gaze each time she turned it Leto's way. Easier still to press those gauntlets up along the meridian of Leto's chest in shadow, more than relieved to see dusky cloud cover rolling in against an orange-colored sky somewhere behind him, looming through the scarce breaks from buildings overhead.]
You'll have to win them from me first. [Proves itself an all too familiar tease, wrinkling the delicate tip of Astarion's nose.
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Forgotten in the next breath when palpably strong fingers hook in flush around her ribs, displacing thinner silk; proving in the gliding ease of contact that there's nothing— nothing at all, in fact— underneath its darkened shape.
Like that, it's easy to bend to it. Easy to forget her ire, or the hungry, childish glint that noble's gaze each time she turned it Leto's way. Easier still to press those gauntlets up along the meridian of Leto's chest in shadow, more than relieved to see dusky cloud cover rolling in against an orange-colored sky somewhere behind him, looming through the scarce breaks from buildings overhead.]
You'll have to win them from me first. [Proves itself an all too familiar tease, wrinkling the delicate tip of Astarion's nose.
And then, a touch more soberly:]
Are you all right?