[Oh, their poor son. Their poor fussy, overwhelmed son, so easily startled and disgusted it's a wonder he's managing this trip at all. Kanan purses his lips, hiding a smile.]
He likes the attention, love. [Not so unlike his father, Kanan thinks with a pleasant shiver; he could get used to these outings for the chance to flirt alone.] And, perhaps, the chance to dress up. I suspect he'll want to be an actor— less about desire and more about being admired.
[Or maybe that's his own wishful heart, longing for an easier path for his son than his own has been. Though on the other hand . . . there's the way Astarion has drawn to a halt as Fenris scrambled after him, not to torment nor drag back, but rather to clumsily fuss over. There's a lot of awkward patting, there, there, you poor scared pitiful thing.]
He . . . will adapt to the outside sooner or later, do you think? [he adds uncertainly.] Maybe we have kept him in too much . . .
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illithidnapped) wrote2025-05-31 06:45 pm
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[Oh, their poor son. Their poor fussy, overwhelmed son, so easily startled and disgusted it's a wonder he's managing this trip at all. Kanan purses his lips, hiding a smile.]
He likes the attention, love. [Not so unlike his father, Kanan thinks with a pleasant shiver; he could get used to these outings for the chance to flirt alone.] And, perhaps, the chance to dress up. I suspect he'll want to be an actor— less about desire and more about being admired.
[Or maybe that's his own wishful heart, longing for an easier path for his son than his own has been. Though on the other hand . . . there's the way Astarion has drawn to a halt as Fenris scrambled after him, not to torment nor drag back, but rather to clumsily fuss over. There's a lot of awkward patting, there, there, you poor scared pitiful thing.]
He . . . will adapt to the outside sooner or later, do you think? [he adds uncertainly.] Maybe we have kept him in too much . . .