[Maybe because he already knows the answer. Maybe because she knows the answer. What does she want? That's a little more complicated, because she doesn't wholly know. Being close could be nice. That trace of fingertips. That trace of lips. That trace of teeth. To let him know her so closely. To know him so closely that she could take in every soft spot of his skin. She shifts just a little beneath his touch, though not nearly enough to remove him.]
Should I want to embarrass myself in front of you? Would that be worth indulgence? I think I'd only disappoint you.
[She's not afraid of many things, but she is afraid of that. Not just disappointing him. Disappointing any of them. But to do so in such a vulnerable way. She couldn't ever take it back.]
Is that really what you want, Astarion? If so, I hope you have a better reason for it than because you think I need some kind of saving from my discipline.
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[Maybe because he already knows the answer. Maybe because she knows the answer. What does she want? That's a little more complicated, because she doesn't wholly know. Being close could be nice. That trace of fingertips. That trace of lips. That trace of teeth. To let him know her so closely. To know him so closely that she could take in every soft spot of his skin. She shifts just a little beneath his touch, though not nearly enough to remove him.]
Should I want to embarrass myself in front of you? Would that be worth indulgence? I think I'd only disappoint you.
[She's not afraid of many things, but she is afraid of that. Not just disappointing him. Disappointing any of them. But to do so in such a vulnerable way. She couldn't ever take it back.]
Is that really what you want, Astarion? If so, I hope you have a better reason for it than because you think I need some kind of saving from my discipline.