[For several beats of hastened heart, Nepione entertains the notion of what it might be like to get lost in him. To forget time and obligation and everything she tries to carry. It is tempting. Of course, there's a part of her that wants that attention, as much as she often ignores it and intentionally puts it aside.
But Astarion is a very special case. It seems like it could potentially be very poor form. If she gives in, she reinforces what he already thinks. Rather, what she thinks he thinks.
At his words, she slowly peers over her shoulder, not enough to actually see him, but enough that he knows she's listening.]
That's not what we agreed to.
[But then, she supposes neither was embracing him. And she did that only because it felt like the right thing to do in the moment. One could make the argument that whittling time with Astarion could be the same.]
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But Astarion is a very special case. It seems like it could potentially be very poor form. If she gives in, she reinforces what he already thinks. Rather, what she thinks he thinks.
At his words, she slowly peers over her shoulder, not enough to actually see him, but enough that he knows she's listening.]
That's not what we agreed to.
[But then, she supposes neither was embracing him. And she did that only because it felt like the right thing to do in the moment. One could make the argument that whittling time with Astarion could be the same.]