Astarion smiles, faintly, while something sour and bitter writhes in the pit of his stomach. Everything feels...
He doesn't want to think about it. The fight is out of him. Easier to touch and be touched. To concede. If he's choosing that instead of having it thrust on him, then it's...fine.
She sees it, something shadowy and hidden, something unknowable to anyone but him; she doesn't know what she said or did, or maybe even just what she is, that hits on it.
She's dug enough for now. She'll keep her hands to herself, as promised, unless or until he initiates. She smiles for the return words, and nods at the tablet.
"Ready for your introduction to John Hughes films? They're a whole thing."
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Date: 2025-02-06 05:04 pm (UTC)Astarion smiles, faintly, while something sour and bitter writhes in the pit of his stomach. Everything feels...
He doesn't want to think about it. The fight is out of him. Easier to touch and be touched. To concede. If he's choosing that instead of having it thrust on him, then it's...fine.
"...I feel the same."
That, at least, is true.
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Date: 2025-02-06 05:43 pm (UTC)She's dug enough for now. She'll keep her hands to herself, as promised, unless or until he initiates. She smiles for the return words, and nods at the tablet.
"Ready for your introduction to John Hughes films? They're a whole thing."
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Date: 2025-02-06 05:50 pm (UTC)"A whole thing, you say? Very well, darling. I'm not sure how prepared I can be, but - consider it so."
He reaches for the Play button.