[The ugly and painful things run deep, deeper than even what's been carved into his skin. And yet Winter still calls him gorgeous, and it's such a dizzying kindness that he nearly doesn't know what to do with.
Thankfully, he needn't do anything right now. He almost needn't say anything, either. Astarion simply closes his eyes for a moment, feeling how Winter's touch wanders around the shape of his scars, exploring every curve and every line. There's plenty to touch, three whole rings of Infernal script emblazoned there.
And... he finds he doesn't dislike it at all, actually. Maybe it's the level of pure intimacy, or maybe it's the contrast of how gentle Winter's being with something that had been so raw and painful for him, but it actually sends a full-bodied shiver running down his spine. The pleasurable sort; apparently he's a bit more sensitive, more hyperaware, along his scars than he thought.]
Aha... [He chuckles at his own bodily reaction, pale skin flushing slighty.] Gods. That's not quite what I expected.
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Thankfully, he needn't do anything right now. He almost needn't say anything, either. Astarion simply closes his eyes for a moment, feeling how Winter's touch wanders around the shape of his scars, exploring every curve and every line. There's plenty to touch, three whole rings of Infernal script emblazoned there.
And... he finds he doesn't dislike it at all, actually. Maybe it's the level of pure intimacy, or maybe it's the contrast of how gentle Winter's being with something that had been so raw and painful for him, but it actually sends a full-bodied shiver running down his spine. The pleasurable sort; apparently he's a bit more sensitive, more hyperaware, along his scars than he thought.]
Aha... [He chuckles at his own bodily reaction, pale skin flushing slighty.] Gods. That's not quite what I expected.