“Be honest, what ARE your feelings in regard to that rugged Druid you spend so much time with?”
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Nabooru shot the vampire a glare. " Nosy today, aren't we? "
She clicked her tongue, twisting one of the rings adorning her fingers around it. " It's more complicated than lurid, unlike what you might think. Unlike most of you lot, my mind doesn't revolve around who I'm going to sleep with tonight. " She squinted at Astarion, but, for reasons she could not place, could not leave it there; the question remained unanswered.
" I like him. A lot. Maybe more than I deserve to, but I can't deny that there's something deeper there on my end. Shockingly because...well, I was pretty well convinced that I wasn't capable of these feelings anymore. I thought I had my one chance, that I would never experience even the beginnings of anything resembling love again but...here I am. Wondering.
" There are the obvious reasons that anyone would find him appealing: he's genuine, kind, passionate, funny, wise, charming, talented, and the easiest person to talk to that I think I've ever met. And, though secondary, he is very attractive with a smile that could melt steel. But, more importantly for me, I feel like he's the first person in a long time that can even begin to understand aspects about me and my life that others just...can't or won't. It's less of a problem here than in Hyrule, but I feel like he sees me as a person. Not an object, a title, or a monster. Just...me, no matter what I tell him. I admire his patience and calm, his dedication to preserving life and balance in a world that wants to push him toward violence and despondency. I admire that he can still find kindness in his heart when he knows so many would take advantage of him for it or it might bring him to harm. It's a strength that I wish I could more fully emulate but will probably always fall short in by comparison. And yet...that doesn't make me feel jealous or spiteful toward him; it just makes me want to be around him more. And he doesn't judge for that. "
After a beat, she huffed and waved a hand. " But none of this matters. We have work to do and we hardly need the distraction. I doubt he sees me as more than, at best, a friend, anyway. And I'm okay with that because, frankly, I think he needs one. We both do, and that's why I think we've gotten on so well. "