No, Fenris thinks distantly, surely not. Surely jealousy isn't so easily quelled; surely there will come a time when Astarion looks at some customer the way he's only meant to look at his Fenris, and that will hurt so badly. But . . . maybe it is, some small part of him whispers. It's the part that's currently melting beneath the way delicate fingers play with this hair; it's the part of him that rumbles softly in contentment as he settles beneath the covers and returns that clumsy kiss.
After all, isn't that how it's always worked between them? Ever since the beginning, back when Astarion had found him shattered into a hundred thousand pieces and offered him a handhold in the darkness. It's okay, you're okay, and though he'd known better even then to trust in such promises, Astarion has always had a way of achieving the impossible.
So why should this be any different?
It won't be, he thinks, his eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion begins to creep over him. He won't get jealous, and Astarion won't ever make him share. They'll be okay, because they're always okay. It won't be any different . . .]
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illithidnapped) wrote2025-05-31 06:45 pm
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Can it be so easy as that?
No, Fenris thinks distantly, surely not. Surely jealousy isn't so easily quelled; surely there will come a time when Astarion looks at some customer the way he's only meant to look at his Fenris, and that will hurt so badly. But . . . maybe it is, some small part of him whispers. It's the part that's currently melting beneath the way delicate fingers play with this hair; it's the part of him that rumbles softly in contentment as he settles beneath the covers and returns that clumsy kiss.
After all, isn't that how it's always worked between them? Ever since the beginning, back when Astarion had found him shattered into a hundred thousand pieces and offered him a handhold in the darkness. It's okay, you're okay, and though he'd known better even then to trust in such promises, Astarion has always had a way of achieving the impossible.
So why should this be any different?
It won't be, he thinks, his eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion begins to creep over him. He won't get jealous, and Astarion won't ever make him share. They'll be okay, because they're always okay. It won't be any different . . .]