But what if he'd performed the ritual before we could find you? What if you were lost to me forever?
[He eases onto the cushion, finally releasing Astarion's hand so he can pull his shirt off. There's no protest, no shyness or hesitation, none of his casual flirting that usually accompanies his undressing in front of Astarion; his mind is wandering through the what-ifs of the past and potential attacks of the future.]
no subject
[He eases onto the cushion, finally releasing Astarion's hand so he can pull his shirt off. There's no protest, no shyness or hesitation, none of his casual flirting that usually accompanies his undressing in front of Astarion; his mind is wandering through the what-ifs of the past and potential attacks of the future.]