“Don’t I always?” He coyly preens, knowing full well the lie is all too obvious.
Still, given the brightness of her smile. The sincerity it seems to spark, brimming vividly in her stare, he thinks it’s entirely worth it— playing the fool.
“I’m not easily killed. Proof enough already still lingering out in the Wastes, I’m sure.” Somewhere northeast of where they stand now, sunken in sand and soon to be forgotten. Tethered string and sunken fire pits. “I lived. A handful of Primus Taxarchis’ men can’t say the same.”
No matter how Astarion looks back on what happened, he won’t regret a shred of it, the damage he’d done.
“But if it’ll set your heart at ease, I promise. Cross my heart and hope to— ahah. Well.”
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Still, given the brightness of her smile. The sincerity it seems to spark, brimming vividly in her stare, he thinks it’s entirely worth it— playing the fool.
“I’m not easily killed. Proof enough already still lingering out in the Wastes, I’m sure.” Somewhere northeast of where they stand now, sunken in sand and soon to be forgotten. Tethered string and sunken fire pits. “I lived. A handful of Primus Taxarchis’ men can’t say the same.”
No matter how Astarion looks back on what happened, he won’t regret a shred of it, the damage he’d done.
“But if it’ll set your heart at ease, I promise. Cross my heart and hope to— ahah. Well.”