"We'll see," Astarion says, since it's still damned near impossible to
imagine that he might be good for anyone. The pressure of Rosita's hands
against his spine makes him sigh in relief. She isn't avoiding his scars,
and he's grateful for that.
She has known him long enough, at least, to be able to spot that particularly self criticism from her vantage point. She smiles at the sound though, and smooths her thumbs a bit more slowly along their path.
"I said," she echoes, smile audible in her voice, "He's lucky to have you," and she kisses between his shoulderblades like punctuation.
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"We'll see," Astarion says, since it's still damned near impossible to imagine that he might be good for anyone. The pressure of Rosita's hands against his spine makes him sigh in relief. She isn't avoiding his scars, and he's grateful for that.
"Mm."
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"I said," she echoes, smile audible in her voice, "He's lucky to have you," and she kisses between his shoulderblades like punctuation.
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"...Well. If you insist."
His own smile is likewise clear in his voice.
"I certainly can't be a worse influence than the one he had dealings with back home."