#thank you !!! i was laughing here too sdfsdfsdfs

[estarion]

 he's a 10, but he doesn't stay in the bed for aftercare . 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

she airs bedroom complaints whilst showcasing a vast collection of blades.  he recognises many of these pieces;  things picked up along their journey, some pilfered from vendors—he distracts, she swipes;  they’re an effective pair—but it’s mostly souvenirs from her enemies.  bodies she’s personally cut down.  daggers, scimitars, knives.  it’s charming, really.  “i love it.”  he grins, besotted, wondering if she’d lend him one to play with later.  something arrests his focus mid-scan, chin lifting. there’s an empty space dead centre and, reflecting on what she said before, astarion cannot help but think his own daggers would slot perfectly within. they're tucked away back in his tent. he never could have imagined needing them on a visit to hers...

“hang on—are you threatening me?”  only now does he see she’s picked up two short swords from the table;  he edges back from the display, from her, both hands raised harmlessly in front of his chest. palms visible, pale, and soft—wouldn’t she rather hold them over those horrid weapons?   “j-just tell me what you want next time!”   he was under the impression that she could not stand remaining so close to him after deeds were done. how was he to expect she actually craved more?  how’s he ever to admit that he sometimes does, too...