Astarion smiles and sits up on his knees.
"Oh, if you insist, darling."
He picks himself up easily, dusting a little snow from his clothes. There's a bit of a pink flush across his cheekbones and to the points of his ears, but whether that's from the cold or something else is anyone's guess.
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Date: 2024-08-03 09:45 pm (UTC)Astarion smiles and sits up on his knees.
"Oh, if you insist, darling."
He picks himself up easily, dusting a little snow from his clothes. There's a bit of a pink flush across his cheekbones and to the points of his ears, but whether that's from the cold or something else is anyone's guess.