[There was sudden tension in his shoulders as he snapped his neck around to look at her. Haldin was everything Astarion didn't want to be: he was stoic, serious, focused on the greater good... probably a furry, too. The druid kept his distance from the vempire, probably because the very existence of an undead was against the balance of nature itself, and Astarion returned the favor by avoiding his area of the camp.
He stopped in his tracks, bringing both hands to his hips and making sure to let his indignation show in his voice as he took advantage of his hands and gestures to put emphasis on his words.]
I'm not some goody good druid, nor I sound like one. And look at our differences! I sneak through doors, he would probably be the perfect obstacle to block one. He's hairy, I'm not! He's tall, I'm n- okay, forget that last one.
[He made sure to deliver his best 'adorable pout', even scunching his nose a little, and then letting out a big sigh like trying to let those words slide. Focusing on the next part was for the best anyway: his expression softened just slightly, his smile appeared more genuine and he only pretended to stare for a couple of seconds before glancing away and proceeding on their path.]
Well, I'm just glad to be here with you. Anyway, we should proceed.
[The fort wasn't going to move toward them and he wanted her to enjoy herself, not be stuck in the middle of nowhere with just words filling the air. On their skills- gods, Astarion would probably love to have a sliver of her confidence on how invaluable he was. His senses were sharper, that was true, and he knew a lot about surviving in the dark, but he couldn't hit as strongly as the warriors in their team did, he lacked strong spells and in most fights he kept distance and shot arrows from safe spots.
Opening chests and disarming traps wasn't something others couldn't do, even if he was quicker and more talented than the rest, so he felt like he had to constantly show how invaluable he was not to be thrown to the side. The insecurities he had and his fears, not something he was going to ever voice out loud, were the main reason he was staging all this courtship to begin with.]
For once I will not complain. You just watch your steps, we don't really want to accidentally trigger any trap, do we?
[He was going to guide her to the large wall, show her the narrow crack he 'found' thanks to the imaginary deer and invite her to follow after him, but keeping some distance to give him to check their surroundings. Psh, as if it wasn't a large, locked room with no life inside.]
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Date: 2023-12-10 07:10 pm (UTC)[There was sudden tension in his shoulders as he snapped his neck around to look at her. Haldin was everything Astarion didn't want to be: he was stoic, serious, focused on the greater good... probably a furry, too. The druid kept his distance from the vempire, probably because the very existence of an undead was against the balance of nature itself, and Astarion returned the favor by avoiding his area of the camp.
He stopped in his tracks, bringing both hands to his hips and making sure to let his indignation show in his voice as he took advantage of his hands and gestures to put emphasis on his words.]
I'm not some goody good druid, nor I sound like one. And look at our differences! I sneak through doors, he would probably be the perfect obstacle to block one. He's hairy, I'm not! He's tall, I'm n- okay, forget that last one.
[He made sure to deliver his best 'adorable pout', even scunching his nose a little, and then letting out a big sigh like trying to let those words slide. Focusing on the next part was for the best anyway: his expression softened just slightly, his smile appeared more genuine and he only pretended to stare for a couple of seconds before glancing away and proceeding on their path.]
Well, I'm just glad to be here with you. Anyway, we should proceed.
[The fort wasn't going to move toward them and he wanted her to enjoy herself, not be stuck in the middle of nowhere with just words filling the air. On their skills- gods, Astarion would probably love to have a sliver of her confidence on how invaluable he was. His senses were sharper, that was true, and he knew a lot about surviving in the dark, but he couldn't hit as strongly as the warriors in their team did, he lacked strong spells and in most fights he kept distance and shot arrows from safe spots.
Opening chests and disarming traps wasn't something others couldn't do, even if he was quicker and more talented than the rest, so he felt like he had to constantly show how invaluable he was not to be thrown to the side. The insecurities he had and his fears, not something he was going to ever voice out loud, were the main reason he was staging all this courtship to begin with.]
For once I will not complain. You just watch your steps, we don't really want to accidentally trigger any trap, do we?
[He was going to guide her to the large wall, show her the narrow crack he 'found' thanks to the imaginary deer and invite her to follow after him, but keeping some distance to give him to check their surroundings. Psh, as if it wasn't a large, locked room with no life inside.]