[ Is this it? Is this the vampire spawn's confession he's been sitting on long-held feelings of smitten provenance? 🙈 Ooooh, how do gothic romance protagonists handle the suspense? He'd be distraught to learn the other has a fleeting infatuation with his curl game only until one (terribly shaven, nearly bald) beefcake by the name of Rand al'Thor regrows those luscious red ringlets again. Utterly distraught. ]
Oh? What's this? You mean to say you were knocked off your feet the first time you laid eyes on me?
[ Give him an inch and he'll favorably and jestingly interpret a mile, all but confirming Astarion's point that teasing and dallying overlap to a synonymous degree—and which side of the line it falls has been known to rest on how partial others are to it. Some don't warm to the crooked smiles, the slyness—but then, Astarion's a sly shit, too, isn't he.
The honest truth, if he were inclined to serve it up without a tussle to drag it out of him, is he likes the vampire's propensity to gambol, loosening some of those early preconceived misgivings. It may in fact be a wonder he's survived as long as he has avoiding honey traps in the form of gorgeous faces, but finding a playful vampire interesting enough to stick his hand into the lion's maw. ]
I had no idea you were so sweet on me all this time. Don't be shy. Here you could've just said hello.
That's all, though? You're easy to please. Don't you worry. Hearts are delicate and the one thing you can't replace, I wouldn't handle them as roughly as that. Plus, that sounds like an awful lot of work, even more than the wash basin.
[ Seriously, a stake? Does that actually happen? Puts a new spin on a heartbreaker. He'll give Astarion another for free and refrain from throwing garlic or blessed water in his face short of only the most homicidal, life-preserving requirements. ]
Comparing our definitions of fun, though—that I can do. I'll let you know.
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Oh? What's this? You mean to say you were knocked off your feet the first time you laid eyes on me?
[ Give him an inch and he'll favorably and jestingly interpret a mile, all but confirming Astarion's point that teasing and dallying overlap to a synonymous degree—and which side of the line it falls has been known to rest on how partial others are to it. Some don't warm to the crooked smiles, the slyness—but then, Astarion's a sly shit, too, isn't he.
The honest truth, if he were inclined to serve it up without a tussle to drag it out of him, is he likes the vampire's propensity to gambol, loosening some of those early preconceived misgivings. It may in fact be a wonder he's survived as long as he has avoiding honey traps in the form of gorgeous faces, but finding a playful vampire interesting enough to stick his hand into the lion's maw. ]
I had no idea you were so sweet on me all this time. Don't be shy. Here you could've just said hello.
That's all, though? You're easy to please. Don't you worry. Hearts are delicate and the one thing you can't replace, I wouldn't handle them as roughly as that. Plus, that sounds like an awful lot of work, even more than the wash basin.
[ Seriously, a stake? Does that actually happen? Puts a new spin on a heartbreaker. He'll give Astarion another for free and refrain from throwing garlic or blessed water in his face short of only the most homicidal, life-preserving requirements. ]
Comparing our definitions of fun, though—that I can do. I'll let you know.