[ Astarion comes to a stop, then, by the lake's edge, his fingers loosely linking together behind his back as his entire form cranes forward to inspect the moon's reflection in the water's surface.
In truth, he understands the dilemma of choice, having been essentially robbed of it for the past two centuries. Even after the tadpole had rid him of Cazador's influence, survival had winnowed what he imagines might otherwise have been broader horizons. Here, there's less of a shadow hanging over him, so the restriction, he supposes, is self-imposed, dictated by how reluctant he is to truly trust anyone else, to reveal anything about himself that might be taken for weakness. ]
I'd almost thought you'd request something toddy-esque. [ With a glance down into his mug, ] Warm, welcoming, spicy.
—But I'm not saying that as a means of changing your mind. You've made your bed already, no choice but to lie in it.
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[ Astarion comes to a stop, then, by the lake's edge, his fingers loosely linking together behind his back as his entire form cranes forward to inspect the moon's reflection in the water's surface.
In truth, he understands the dilemma of choice, having been essentially robbed of it for the past two centuries. Even after the tadpole had rid him of Cazador's influence, survival had winnowed what he imagines might otherwise have been broader horizons. Here, there's less of a shadow hanging over him, so the restriction, he supposes, is self-imposed, dictated by how reluctant he is to truly trust anyone else, to reveal anything about himself that might be taken for weakness. ]
I'd almost thought you'd request something toddy-esque. [ With a glance down into his mug, ] Warm, welcoming, spicy.
—But I'm not saying that as a means of changing your mind. You've made your bed already, no choice but to lie in it.