[ Astarion stiffens slightly as he feels Nepione's fingers trail his back, then makes a concentrated effort to relax his body. Never let them see you sweat is practically his creed, even now. ]
If I had fine things, I don't remember them, [ he says, genuine bitterness seeping through. Everything he remembers having, he had to beg, borrow, or steal. His clothing stopped being finery after the fifth time patching it up. For someone who very much wants fine things, it does inspire resentment. ]
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If I had fine things, I don't remember them, [ he says, genuine bitterness seeping through. Everything he remembers having, he had to beg, borrow, or steal. His clothing stopped being finery after the fifth time patching it up. For someone who very much wants fine things, it does inspire resentment. ]