He'd anticipated something a little like the brief skim of connection he'd shared with other tadpole hosts, and it's not not like that, it just...keeps going. All emotion, no images. As for the numb arm, it's nothing he hasn't experienced before.
There's a sense of familiarity. Curiosity. Satisfaction. Astarion's emotions flit through his mind like birds darting over a frozen lake.
Strange, but I don't dislike it. I almost feel like I should ask if I'm comfortable.
Comfortable in the sense that a coat might be comfortable.
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...Yes. Yes, it's fine.
He'd anticipated something a little like the brief skim of connection he'd shared with other tadpole hosts, and it's not not like that, it just...keeps going. All emotion, no images. As for the numb arm, it's nothing he hasn't experienced before.
There's a sense of familiarity. Curiosity. Satisfaction. Astarion's emotions flit through his mind like birds darting over a frozen lake.
Strange, but I don't dislike it. I almost feel like I should ask if I'm comfortable.
Comfortable in the sense that a coat might be comfortable.