Well, you're a rogue for not telling me, in any case.
[ Armand lifts a dripping hand from the water and boops Astarion's nose chidingly with a fingertip. Not for the first or last time, his gaze ticks down to the necklace that's as much a part of Astarion as the delicate scars across his back, the opalescent half-moon riding above his heart. He's never asked about it, capable of enough tact to recognise when something isn't his business -- but he has wondered, nevertheless.
Letting the thought go, he relaxes back into the water, smiling, his dark eyes heavy-lidded. ]
By all means, my wandering star. Please, be welcome. [ Their little call and response, taking turns to play the generous host. He gestures magnanimously at the tub. ] Mi bathwater es su bathwater.
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[ Armand lifts a dripping hand from the water and boops Astarion's nose chidingly with a fingertip. Not for the first or last time, his gaze ticks down to the necklace that's as much a part of Astarion as the delicate scars across his back, the opalescent half-moon riding above his heart. He's never asked about it, capable of enough tact to recognise when something isn't his business -- but he has wondered, nevertheless.
Letting the thought go, he relaxes back into the water, smiling, his dark eyes heavy-lidded. ]
By all means, my wandering star. Please, be welcome. [ Their little call and response, taking turns to play the generous host. He gestures magnanimously at the tub. ] Mi bathwater es su bathwater.