[He smiles, now that another hand is cupping his face.]
I...missed this. [Even though his first love was torn away from him and Taryon accepted the inevitability that he would ever see him again, he already found someone else. Someone frustrating and charming and caring beneath his unbothered persona. Someone who was worried that Taryon didn't like him.
It has been days since they last truly spoke. Astarion's hair is still his place, his eyes wide, and his lips welcoming. He's the model of composure in the thick of battle.
Taryon must thank him without words, else he stumble and choke in them. He brings his face slowly forward with the uncertainty of the speed he can close the distance without turning Astarion away.]
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I...missed this. [Even though his first love was torn away from him and Taryon accepted the inevitability that he would ever see him again, he already found someone else. Someone frustrating and charming and caring beneath his unbothered persona. Someone who was worried that Taryon didn't like him.
It has been days since they last truly spoke. Astarion's hair is still his place, his eyes wide, and his lips welcoming. He's the model of composure in the thick of battle.
Taryon must thank him without words, else he stumble and choke in them. He brings his face slowly forward with the uncertainty of the speed he can close the distance without turning Astarion away.]