His eyes go a little cross-eyed from trying to 1) follow the motion of Astarion's hand, and 2) think of words. He moans a little softly, eyes fluttering closed when Astarion pets his hair, tilting gently into it.
"Easy," he says warmly. Because it's true - because everything feels easy right now. He doesn't have to do anything but be in his body, all sweet aches and glimmering stings and hazy lassitude, and let Astarion do whatever he decides to do. And he feels like he is easy, and - he likes that feeling too.
He doesn't say he feels safe, even though it's true, because that seems like a great way to send Astarion running.
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Date: 2024-05-10 09:44 pm (UTC)"Easy," he says warmly. Because it's true - because everything feels easy right now. He doesn't have to do anything but be in his body, all sweet aches and glimmering stings and hazy lassitude, and let Astarion do whatever he decides to do. And he feels like he is easy, and - he likes that feeling too.
He doesn't say he feels safe, even though it's true, because that seems like a great way to send Astarion running.