[Smug doesn't begin to register— perhaps it would in person, wholly dependent on tone or the little movements of her features, her posture— but either way it requires an awareness that Astarion lacks at present, replaced entirely by something that oscillates (or merely exists between) disgust and fascination.
Because a madman with a violent vision of his glory? Oh, familiarity becomes the tale, no matter how its verses split— as does assassination, though unlike him, she never seemed quite dead to his keen eyes.
Perhaps he missed something.
Perhaps he didn't.]
An elven realm?
[Oh he'll ask about the rest in due time, of course, but— priorities first.]
no subject
Because a madman with a violent vision of his glory? Oh, familiarity becomes the tale, no matter how its verses split— as does assassination, though unlike him, she never seemed quite dead to his keen eyes.
Perhaps he missed something.
Perhaps he didn't.]
An elven realm?
[Oh he'll ask about the rest in due time, of course, but— priorities first.]
The Feywilds?
Arvandor?
Evereska?