[ Matt accepts the mug easily, though not without a moment spent tipsily contemplating the delta between Astarion's mug (full) and his own (near the dregs). Half of him thinks maybe he should just drink both? While the other half wonders, with a guilty pang, if he should've offered to--
Hold that thought. Astarion's small flourish is the kind of attention to detail that Matt always appreciates, even if he doesn't think he could carry it off himself. He watches his hands move, notes the cool blue like the color of those lights he'd summoned the night of the feast.
And he's gone.
Matt blinks, then peers with narrowed eyes at the spot Astarion just occupied. ]
Oh, wow. [ He takes a step forward, wondering if he'll be able to--not hear him, or smell him, and probably not detect body heat. But maybe feel that sense of gravity he experiences when he's near enough to someone else. ] That's really good. I usually need spell components for mine, or else looking in my direction makes the whole thing break.
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Hold that thought. Astarion's small flourish is the kind of attention to detail that Matt always appreciates, even if he doesn't think he could carry it off himself. He watches his hands move, notes the cool blue like the color of those lights he'd summoned the night of the feast.
And he's gone.
Matt blinks, then peers with narrowed eyes at the spot Astarion just occupied. ]
Oh, wow. [ He takes a step forward, wondering if he'll be able to--not hear him, or smell him, and probably not detect body heat. But maybe feel that sense of gravity he experiences when he's near enough to someone else. ] That's really good. I usually need spell components for mine, or else looking in my direction makes the whole thing break.