[ Before she can question the sheer ridiculousness of a tadpole in one’s skull — Astarion amends his answer, bargaining with the same unseen force as Alicent. She supposes she can understand a quest for a solution to a most unpleasant predicament, however impossible it seems.
Less logical is his clarification that he wouldn’t mind staying compromised. Her eyes widen a fraction, brows lifting. ]
The sun.
[ Momentarily stunned, unable to follow the logic of his confession. In theory, she agrees, having been restricted to court and keep for years. Quieter, then, thumb brushing over the back of his hand — ]
no subject
Less logical is his clarification that he wouldn’t mind staying compromised. Her eyes widen a fraction, brows lifting. ]
The sun.
[ Momentarily stunned, unable to follow the logic of his confession. In theory, she agrees, having been restricted to court and keep for years. Quieter, then, thumb brushing over the back of his hand — ]
Were you in captivity before?