@scarbound sent: โคท you're being quiet and weird.
๐ถ๐ฉ๐บ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ฐ๐จ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ผ๐ฌ๐บ ๐ต๐ฌ๐จ๐น๐ณ๐ ๐ฎ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ฌ๐น๐ฌ๐ซ ๐ฝ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฌ๐ป ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ด ๐ป๐ฌ๐ต๐ป ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ป. Dark depths that seem endless even when Maelkolm finally glanced upward from the book sprawled across his lap. He had grown accustomed to Astarion's impromptu intrusions. He even began to anticipate when his companion needed to satiate his blood yearning. It had become a ritualistic routine; one he found odd when it was interrupted. Maelkolm had even began consuming more water to make his blood course ever so smoothly.ย
He wasn't a conversationalist by any stretch of the word. In fact, when he found himself in most social situations, he found comfort in listening rather than participating and in contrast, Astarion seemed to be born for the spotlight. A rare star while he, himself were some dark thing, orbiting around his brilliance.ย
Of course, he had never made his thoughts known to his friend. Something told him that he knew already. He had expected their routine to be as predictable and mundane as any other day, and for a moment he had instinctively extended his arm to the other, his pale wrist bare and supple; ready to bear the bite, and yet ย it hadn't come. Instead, it was replaced with conversation.ย
Dark curls framed his sharp cheekbones as his gaze found Astarion's, his expression was passive and unreadable while he listened to Astarion's speech. He staredโฆ.and stared.ย
Ever so slightly, his dark brows knitted upward in a fleeting look of confusion and amusement.ย
โ Is it the first time we've met, Astarion? โ He spoke in that gentle cadence of his. Soft as a gentle wind, though it could cut sharp when needed.ย
โ I am in fact quiet and weird. Nothing has changed. โ He replied coolly, his gaze falling back upon the ink blotted pages of the book in his lap.ย
โ Are you thirsty or not? โ He asked and motioned to Astarion with the naked wrist before him.ย
