[He doesn't look up as he says it, and that's deliberate. Astarion in heels isn't anything new, not really, but Fenris noticing Astarion in heels is. It's odd: one day it hadn't been anything more than an amusement, and now . . . now, Fenris finds he takes special note of the way his spine arches and his hips sway, his ass pushed out pleasingly.
He has to be careful not to stare. Then again: he has to be careful not to stare at anyone here, not because it isn't allowed, but because there's no one more merciless than a whore with someone to tease. And now that Fenris has grown a bit, well. All the gloves have come off.
But Astarion is different. He doesn't know why, but he is. Being caught staring at Brianna makes for an irritating afternoon, but being caught staring at his friend is . . . well. It's discomfiting.]
And you'll be fine. Just attempt not to antagonize anyone— strange a sensation as that may be for you.
[He straightens up, lifting the box and setting it down on the counter. It's a little easier to face him this way, though the sight of Astarion actually being his height is startling. He's gotten too used to him being short.
Another thing that hasn't changed: those damned magic iceboxes still leave everything unpleasantly slick. Fenris rolls up his sleeves, catching Astarion's eye as he does.]
What has you so fretful? You've taken lessons before. What makes this so different?
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[He doesn't look up as he says it, and that's deliberate. Astarion in heels isn't anything new, not really, but Fenris noticing Astarion in heels is. It's odd: one day it hadn't been anything more than an amusement, and now . . . now, Fenris finds he takes special note of the way his spine arches and his hips sway, his ass pushed out pleasingly.
He has to be careful not to stare. Then again: he has to be careful not to stare at anyone here, not because it isn't allowed, but because there's no one more merciless than a whore with someone to tease. And now that Fenris has grown a bit, well. All the gloves have come off.
But Astarion is different. He doesn't know why, but he is. Being caught staring at Brianna makes for an irritating afternoon, but being caught staring at his friend is . . . well. It's discomfiting.]
And you'll be fine. Just attempt not to antagonize anyone— strange a sensation as that may be for you.
[He straightens up, lifting the box and setting it down on the counter. It's a little easier to face him this way, though the sight of Astarion actually being his height is startling. He's gotten too used to him being short.
Another thing that hasn't changed: those damned magic iceboxes still leave everything unpleasantly slick. Fenris rolls up his sleeves, catching Astarion's eye as he does.]
What has you so fretful? You've taken lessons before. What makes this so different?