He's so weird. Even at the Moulin Rouge, aside from Zevlor and himself, people come and go (not always to Bah-li, sometimes right down the street to work someplace else, marry someone else), but it's not because of fear that he's offering to stay. They're past the days of Danarius— he hopes— but Fenris could go anywhere, do anything.
Astarion's nose wrinkles when he grins.]
Mm. You can fight anybody you want....as long as you're here with me.
[His hand is still sticky with the long-gone remnants of spilled sherry; he holds it out to seal their pact.]
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He's so weird. Even at the Moulin Rouge, aside from Zevlor and himself, people come and go (not always to Bah-li, sometimes right down the street to work someplace else, marry someone else), but it's not because of fear that he's offering to stay. They're past the days of Danarius— he hopes— but Fenris could go anywhere, do anything.
Astarion's nose wrinkles when he grins.]
Mm. You can fight anybody you want....as long as you're here with me.
[His hand is still sticky with the long-gone remnants of spilled sherry; he holds it out to seal their pact.]
I only want one bodyguard.