Mmhm. More like....they'll know we're serious about this.
[They are, aren't they? One glance cast down towards their tangled fingers. A distant look of ardent consideration housed within pale eyes.]
That we're not just the same stupid kids still playing about the rafters like we used to.
['Used to', as if they weren't up there yesterday or the day before entirely of their own unserious volition. As if they wouldn't retreat there now, because sophistication and Santa Claus have one thing in common, and it's that they both obviously arrive overnight.]
Kanan said no one 'wants to watch two teenage boys shoving their tongues inelegantly down one another's throats'. [Which is the point, but he quickly murmurs when he adds that a few would pay not to see it as per that same conversation. There was something in there about savoring what they have solely to themselves, but Astarion already does that, doesn't he? What more is there to do but focus up? Start planning for the futures that they want in earnest, rather than pantomiming it to an audience of none like children.] We've spent our whole lives in the theater. Satine took me in as her pupil. [Kanan and Zevlor are right.] We have to be mature about this. Grow up.
After the doors open, then.
[Busy. Everyone will be busy. So much noise and light and energy, and it's not like they're allowed to loiter during work hours unless it's to get something from the storeroom or grab a costume from backstage for mending; no one will even know what they're up to.
His eyes don't lift for a beat longer, but his smile does. Sharp and self-assured.]
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illithidnapped) wrote2025-05-31 06:45 pm
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[They are, aren't they? One glance cast down towards their tangled fingers. A distant look of ardent consideration housed within pale eyes.]
That we're not just the same stupid kids still playing about the rafters like we used to.
['Used to', as if they weren't up there yesterday or the day before entirely of their own unserious volition. As if they wouldn't retreat there now, because sophistication and Santa Claus have one thing in common, and it's that they both obviously arrive overnight.]
Kanan said no one 'wants to watch two teenage boys shoving their tongues inelegantly down one another's throats'. [Which is the point, but he quickly murmurs when he adds that a few would pay not to see it as per that same conversation. There was something in there about savoring what they have solely to themselves, but Astarion already does that, doesn't he? What more is there to do but focus up? Start planning for the futures that they want in earnest, rather than pantomiming it to an audience of none like children.] We've spent our whole lives in the theater. Satine took me in as her pupil. [Kanan and Zevlor are right.] We have to be mature about this. Grow up.
After the doors open, then.
[Busy. Everyone will be busy. So much noise and light and energy, and it's not like they're allowed to loiter during work hours unless it's to get something from the storeroom or grab a costume from backstage for mending; no one will even know what they're up to.
His eyes don't lift for a beat longer, but his smile does. Sharp and self-assured.]
I'll see you then.