It doesn't matter what they're feeling (that first night full of agonizing despair, his sobs smothered safely in his pillow, for the thought of being overheard was too terrifying— up until he was. Up until a little voice whispered in the darkness, and when he'd desperately tried to cover it up, there was only a cool palm gently pushing him back down on the bed. It's okay, and time has erased the specific words, but the feeling will remain eternal. It's okay, you can cry, I won't tell). It doesn't matter what fights went on during the day, who said what or what the other swore. It doesn't matter if Zevlor is furious or Kanan is upset or if one of them threw a temper tantrum, because this is what they do.]
Yeah.
[His tone is flat as he stares owlishly in the dark at his counterpart. This is what they do, yes, and he shifts enough to make more room for Astarion, but that doesn't mean he has to make it easy. His mouth draws up tight, his shoulders hunching defensively— oh, he's up all right, for he's spent the whole night alternating between frustrated anger and agonized upset, tossing and turning until he'd outright given up on sleep.]
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It doesn't matter what they're feeling (that first night full of agonizing despair, his sobs smothered safely in his pillow, for the thought of being overheard was too terrifying— up until he was. Up until a little voice whispered in the darkness, and when he'd desperately tried to cover it up, there was only a cool palm gently pushing him back down on the bed. It's okay, and time has erased the specific words, but the feeling will remain eternal. It's okay, you can cry, I won't tell). It doesn't matter what fights went on during the day, who said what or what the other swore. It doesn't matter if Zevlor is furious or Kanan is upset or if one of them threw a temper tantrum, because this is what they do.]
Yeah.
[His tone is flat as he stares owlishly in the dark at his counterpart. This is what they do, yes, and he shifts enough to make more room for Astarion, but that doesn't mean he has to make it easy. His mouth draws up tight, his shoulders hunching defensively— oh, he's up all right, for he's spent the whole night alternating between frustrated anger and agonized upset, tossing and turning until he'd outright given up on sleep.]
Are you gonna kick me again?