Sharp and needling, maybe. Like a buzz of uncomfortable static across his back teeth, up into his nape and the top of his skull. Why, is a mystery to him. He's never been uncomfortable before. Never been particularly prudish about others' intimate partners.
But there's something in those words that catches in a way that's more trenchant than bemusement on its own. A little more prone to sticking.]
Now she sounds a treat.
[Defies the heaviness sitting in his stomach. ]
Love a creature that knows the art of enigmatic play— a rare talent in any world, I've noticed.
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Astarion doesn't know.
Sharp and needling, maybe. Like a buzz of uncomfortable static across his back teeth, up into his nape and the top of his skull. Why, is a mystery to him. He's never been uncomfortable before. Never been particularly prudish about others' intimate partners.
But there's something in those words that catches in a way that's more trenchant than bemusement on its own. A little more prone to sticking.]
Now she sounds a treat.
[Defies the heaviness sitting in his stomach. ]
Love a creature that knows the art of enigmatic play— a rare talent in any world, I've noticed.