Astarion keeps moving, slipping his feet over the edge of the bed.
Well. This is done, isn't it? It's his fault, again, just like with
John. You let these things go too far, once or twice, and you can't pull
it back. Not really. He should have known better. It was already too
much when Jacob was killed just to make a point. The pleasure, the simple
escape, it gets mixed up with these more complex things and he can't...
He can't.
"I don't sleep with my friends," he says. "Last time was - a mistake."
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Date: 2024-08-05 11:14 am (UTC)Astarion keeps moving, slipping his feet over the edge of the bed.
Well. This is done, isn't it? It's his fault, again, just like with John. You let these things go too far, once or twice, and you can't pull it back. Not really. He should have known better. It was already too much when Jacob was killed just to make a point. The pleasure, the simple escape, it gets mixed up with these more complex things and he can't...
He can't.
"I don't sleep with my friends," he says. "Last time was - a mistake."