[Taryon is an ugly crier, it's a frustrating fact when he wants to bury himself into Astarion's chest or kiss him, but his eyes are too wet and mouth is too gross to appreciate it.
It's unfair that circumstances conspire to remind Tary of what he lost when he doesn't need it: not when grieving the loss of Doty in Hell, and not now when rescuing his friends and his current relationship in a precarious situation. But it's nice. It's nice having someone to turn to when old heartbreak returns. Despite everything, Astarion is here for him.
Taryon wraps his arms around Astarion's waist and squeezes him. He won't leave, ever. He's hear, and no one, not even Ereskigal, can take him away.
He stands there for a good minute while his tear ducts dry. He clenches the plugsuit to support himself as he stands back on his two feet. His eyes are reddish from the stress, but he's not sniffling anymore.]
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It's unfair that circumstances conspire to remind Tary of what he lost when he doesn't need it: not when grieving the loss of Doty in Hell, and not now when rescuing his friends and his current relationship in a precarious situation. But it's nice. It's nice having someone to turn to when old heartbreak returns. Despite everything, Astarion is here for him.
Taryon wraps his arms around Astarion's waist and squeezes him. He won't leave, ever. He's hear, and no one, not even Ereskigal, can take him away.
He stands there for a good minute while his tear ducts dry. He clenches the plugsuit to support himself as he stands back on his two feet. His eyes are reddish from the stress, but he's not sniffling anymore.]
...Do you really think so?