[In both a subtle frustration and an appreciative agitation, it wasn't entirely impossible for her to imagine resting her head in his lap. Maybe as he was reading something, even. If he just left a hand in her hair. She could have seen that as being very relaxing. Maybe then she wouldn't have had a need for a sleeping potion. She wondered how many of her sleepless nights came from a lack of comfort. Not because of bedrolls or anything like that, but because she had so much inside of her that there was simply no release for it. It wasn't as if she could just tell anyone when she was upset, afraid, angry, concerned, insecure. It took the right person to have that conversation with and frankly... she didn't feel anyone in camp was exactly right for it.
They all had their own issues, after all. Why talk about her own? But then what was she supposed to do? Nepione had developed the unhealthy habit of simply holding it all to her, wondering when she might snap and crack and fall into pieces. Where it might happen. Who might witness it. Terrifying notions, really. A head in Astarion's lap was better than that.
He did not give her much time to respond to that flirtatious offer, though she might have surprised him with a touch of acceptance. She didn't get the opportunity to say much else as he took her hand between his, finding herself leaning back just a touch as he neared her, the little pitter-patter of her heart rising. She couldn't exactly say what happened. Where the flutter of light had come from. What it meant. Or what it had to do with the ring that graced her hand.
Turning her hand back and forth to look at it, to the best of her inconspicuous ability, she attempted to eye him. ...Why? A gift? A curse? What was its purpose? Why couldn't he just... be straight forward? He was when it came to flirting with her. How was this any different?
Except that was a stupid question.]
...When you say it's not cursed, it's strange, but I have a hard time not thinking it is. [She admitted.] You know, you can just give me things. You don't need to be clever about it. Of course, if this is actually cursed, I would at least like to understand what you've gotten me into. [But if it was a present...] I don't understand you. What you're doing. With me. If this is some kind of ruse, just be done with it. It's cruel, otherwise. Unless you feel I deserve that.
[She found herself eyeing Halsin in the corner he'd designated for himself, deep in his meditations. She wondered what direction she was supposed to go in, not realising that it all provided a good distraction for some of the lesser pleasant things she'd had stuck in her head.]
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Date: 2023-12-21 04:43 pm (UTC)They all had their own issues, after all. Why talk about her own? But then what was she supposed to do? Nepione had developed the unhealthy habit of simply holding it all to her, wondering when she might snap and crack and fall into pieces. Where it might happen. Who might witness it. Terrifying notions, really. A head in Astarion's lap was better than that.
He did not give her much time to respond to that flirtatious offer, though she might have surprised him with a touch of acceptance. She didn't get the opportunity to say much else as he took her hand between his, finding herself leaning back just a touch as he neared her, the little pitter-patter of her heart rising. She couldn't exactly say what happened. Where the flutter of light had come from. What it meant. Or what it had to do with the ring that graced her hand.
Turning her hand back and forth to look at it, to the best of her inconspicuous ability, she attempted to eye him. ...Why? A gift? A curse? What was its purpose? Why couldn't he just... be straight forward? He was when it came to flirting with her. How was this any different?
Except that was a stupid question.]
...When you say it's not cursed, it's strange, but I have a hard time not thinking it is. [She admitted.] You know, you can just give me things. You don't need to be clever about it. Of course, if this is actually cursed, I would at least like to understand what you've gotten me into. [But if it was a present...] I don't understand you. What you're doing. With me. If this is some kind of ruse, just be done with it. It's cruel, otherwise. Unless you feel I deserve that.
[She found herself eyeing Halsin in the corner he'd designated for himself, deep in his meditations. She wondered what direction she was supposed to go in, not realising that it all provided a good distraction for some of the lesser pleasant things she'd had stuck in her head.]