The largest— [His laugh is high. Brittle. Quick in the way anything reflexive is, like jerking fingertips or a twitch at the corner of a mouth— only when it ends, nothing else steps in.
Because Lord finally translates as the pieces settle in. Not a Duke or a Baron, or some self-appointed keeper of a patch of muddy earth. A fucking Elven king. Literally the Elvenking. It's right there in the bloody title.
And here he’s been making an ass of himself, teasing the man about twigs and deer and frolicking in the woods. Making him clean fish and tend the fire and— Hells, even shameless Astarion, nuisance and jackknife rolled into one, knows exactly what kind of insults he's managed.
So just. Just give him one minute. To catch his breath and find his footing and put away the memory of baser commentary or silken hair tangled up in bedsheets before he melts entirely into the stone railing currently propping him upright.]
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Because Lord finally translates as the pieces settle in. Not a Duke or a Baron, or some self-appointed keeper of a patch of muddy earth. A fucking Elven king. Literally the Elvenking. It's right there in the bloody title.
And here he’s been making an ass of himself, teasing the man about twigs and deer and frolicking in the woods. Making him clean fish and tend the fire and— Hells, even shameless Astarion, nuisance and jackknife rolled into one, knows exactly what kind of insults he's managed.
So just. Just give him one minute. To catch his breath and find his footing and put away the memory of baser commentary or silken hair tangled up in bedsheets before he melts entirely into the stone railing currently propping him upright.]
You couldn’t have told me sooner?