[Astarion's never told him that he liked to haunt the rafters before they met; he doesn't need to, it's better now that it's Fenris' discovery— like the best kind of secret, it belongs only to them.
So he follows Fenris' handholds, and the little dark shock of straight hair as it vanishes between beams for a time.]
I think he just hires them. [Comes in the middle of that musing, just talking as if he were an extension of thoughts already said— only that's when he catches the last part, so quick he almost spoke over it.
His silver eyes widen. He blinks a lot longer than he should, attention oscillating between scuffed knuckles and the look on Fenris' face while they're both jammed into a corner, all knees and elbows and high shoulders.]
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So he follows Fenris' handholds, and the little dark shock of straight hair as it vanishes between beams for a time.]
I think he just hires them. [Comes in the middle of that musing, just talking as if he were an extension of thoughts already said— only that's when he catches the last part, so quick he almost spoke over it.
His silver eyes widen. He blinks a lot longer than he should, attention oscillating between scuffed knuckles and the look on Fenris' face while they're both jammed into a corner, all knees and elbows and high shoulders.]
....do you want to be?
[Is a heavy question. It sits in his stomach.]