[ Same thing, same hat, same native language for the untenable tickle to the sensibilities that is compassion. And words alone so often fail to reach the deep wounds that have been licked and licked and protectively guarded—and who wants to feel pitied, even if just by the threat of it?
No, he doesn't pity Astarion.
Cracking open the empathy door, though? That's a dangerous gateway drug for the sentiment-skirters in the crowd. Got to keep an eye on that. ]
A hot-blooded young thing like me. 🌹🌹🌹 [ Colorfully embellished echo directly correlating to the amount of amusement being awarded the designation. ] Well, now you've done it. You can't go around saying that and expect me to hare off from a challenge. What are the best ones to warm you up?
[ Hope you like blanket burritos. ]
Who doesn't like a little cuddle and romance?
[ By his rather one-way definition of romancing—a favored gambit plucked from his tool belt of charms. Gestures performed to enjoy others' company for a spell, however brief and fleeting. When one is not an elven head-turner and has serious doubts about character and desirability to surpass, one must carve out a skill set to stand apart from the redheads with immaculate cheekbones and blacksmiths made out of shyness and muscle. Climbing into a thorn bush to pick flowers to entice eyes to him is worth the effort for the days or weeks indulging in a bit of playing around.
Being romanced doesn't fit the same equation. Now you're just drifting into his flirt lane. What's he supposed to do with dashes or princes? Once one of those enters the ring, it's gg. They're all anyone can pay attention to at that point. ]
That's all right, not my type. Although I can certainly recommend one or two people who might be into it. I'm not sure I could pull off the stockings for a damsel, myself.
[ What happens when two people with slightly tarnished prince routines encounter each other in the wild? Do they cancel each other out? Lock antlers and spin each other around, each leading with their left foot? Brandish bouquets of flowers instead of knives?
Perhaps if you ain't first, you're last and confused because you both tried to surprise the other at their house at the same time. ]
sad pearl clutching for every backstory nesting doll opened
No, he doesn't pity Astarion.
Cracking open the empathy door, though? That's a dangerous gateway drug for the sentiment-skirters in the crowd. Got to keep an eye on that. ]
A hot-blooded young thing like me. 🌹🌹🌹 [ Colorfully embellished echo directly correlating to the amount of amusement being awarded the designation. ] Well, now you've done it. You can't go around saying that and expect me to hare off from a challenge. What are the best ones to warm you up?
[ Hope you like blanket burritos. ]
Who doesn't like a little cuddle and romance?
[ By his rather one-way definition of romancing—a favored gambit plucked from his tool belt of charms. Gestures performed to enjoy others' company for a spell, however brief and fleeting. When one is not an elven head-turner and has serious doubts about character and desirability to surpass, one must carve out a skill set to stand apart from the redheads with immaculate cheekbones and blacksmiths made out of shyness and muscle. Climbing into a thorn bush to pick flowers to entice eyes to him is worth the effort for the days or weeks indulging in a bit of playing around.
Being romanced doesn't fit the same equation. Now you're just drifting into his flirt lane. What's he supposed to do with dashes or princes? Once one of those enters the ring, it's gg. They're all anyone can pay attention to at that point. ]
That's all right, not my type. Although I can certainly recommend one or two people who might be into it. I'm not sure I could pull off the stockings for a damsel, myself.
[ What happens when two people with slightly tarnished prince routines encounter each other in the wild? Do they cancel each other out? Lock antlers and spin each other around, each leading with their left foot? Brandish bouquets of flowers instead of knives?
Perhaps if you ain't first, you're last and confused because you both tried to surprise the other at their house at the same time. ]