"I'm assuming you had some reason for doing that, and, separately, reasons for not wanting me to change it. I definitely don't know what they were, and I'm not letting myself speculate. Maybe this room will be useful for whatever that reason was. Maybe it's already resolved, and you'll only use this to set up an inmate-only black market to rent out the private bathroom and collect favors from people, I don't know. But if you still have a reason - any reason - to want to sometimes sleep somewhere else, while under the shield of of a cabin threshold, now you can."
Jedao shrugs.
"Like I said. I just wanted you to have the option."
He's not letting himself speculate. He's also not letting himself ask,
and it's hard not to find that frustrating. To be treated so damned gently
by someone who's literally begged to be beaten to the point of bloodshed.
As far as Jedao is concerned, Astarion has been gentle with him, in the ways he's needed, the ways he's asked for.
Astarion didn't ask for this; Jedao knows it's a lot, knows it's presumptuous and maybe a little destabilizing. He certainly isn't going to push on top of that. Jedao is sure Astarion could be a very good liar, which is all the more reason not to put him in a position where he feels the need to.
"Anytime."
Jedao gives him a playfully sloppy version of the Kel salute, and slips away down the hall.
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Date: 2023-11-08 11:06 pm (UTC)Astarion nods, and pockets the key.
"Does your...awareness of mass extend into this space?"
Will he know whether and when he's spending time here?
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Date: 2023-11-08 11:13 pm (UTC)Some greater-than-human senses, but not with that kind of precision, and especially not when he still wears his limiters most of the time.
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Date: 2023-11-08 11:15 pm (UTC)"Right. I...well. I'm sure you would prefer that I not say this, but - I'm indebted to you, Jedao."
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Date: 2023-11-08 11:25 pm (UTC)Part of him is tempted. Astarion would be such a good agent. But it would be unforgivably messy, and being kind to Astarion is more important.
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Date: 2023-11-09 12:01 am (UTC)It's also something Astarion finds so completely incomprehensible that he's going to kinda just...ignore it?
"In that case, I will do my best to accept this in the spirit that it was intended."
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Date: 2023-11-09 01:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-11-09 10:35 am (UTC)Astarion nods.
"I'll be seeing you again soon, then, I'm sure."
He takes a step back, towards the door. Time to go. Though he does briefly hesitate.
"...I assume that you think I'm lying about my cabin because I wasn't using it, for a while."
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Date: 2023-11-09 01:44 pm (UTC)"I'm assuming you had some reason for doing that, and, separately, reasons for not wanting me to change it. I definitely don't know what they were, and I'm not letting myself speculate. Maybe this room will be useful for whatever that reason was. Maybe it's already resolved, and you'll only use this to set up an inmate-only black market to rent out the private bathroom and collect favors from people, I don't know. But if you still have a reason - any reason - to want to sometimes sleep somewhere else, while under the shield of of a cabin threshold, now you can."
Jedao shrugs.
"Like I said. I just wanted you to have the option."
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Date: 2023-11-09 01:50 pm (UTC)He's not letting himself speculate. He's also not letting himself ask, and it's hard not to find that frustrating. To be treated so damned gently by someone who's literally begged to be beaten to the point of bloodshed.
"As you said. I'll - see you soon, then."
He opens the door.
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Date: 2023-11-09 01:58 pm (UTC)Astarion didn't ask for this; Jedao knows it's a lot, knows it's presumptuous and maybe a little destabilizing. He certainly isn't going to push on top of that. Jedao is sure Astarion could be a very good liar, which is all the more reason not to put him in a position where he feels the need to.
"Anytime."
Jedao gives him a playfully sloppy version of the Kel salute, and slips away down the hall.