[She was full of a good many retorts for him. Any number that she could have simply drowned him in. Nepione didn't appreciate him raising his voice with her. All it made her want to do was raise hers back in return. Somehow, she refrained. Perhaps because she knew losing her temper with him wasn't going to do any good. Part of her time, her travelling, her charge meant that she had to know when to be measured. Regardless of however she might have felt, Nepione had to be capable of seeing reason, because when others didn't, when they couldn't, she had to be the beacon to guide them.
Could she guide Astarion? She didn't know for certain, but she had to at least try. Better to try and fail than not to try at all.
It seemed like he didn't understand that he couldn't stop others from experiencing free will. He could ask. He could request. But he couldn't make her do anything more than Halsin or someone else could have. Even her own parents couldn't have stopped her. But she suspected that saying it like that might only distress him a touch more. So instead, when she found that he took her into his arms, she endured the surprise and the immediately tension that flooded her.
Of all the things she'd expected, that hadn't been one of them. Unsure of even what to do to begin with, for a breath or two, she simply remained as she was, his arms that were stronger than she would have thought, bound about her, holding her steadily beating heart against him. And after some consideration, she lifted her arms to reciprocate in kind, softening only in slight, though the strength of her resolve remained.
She had already made her decision, with or without his blessing.]
I'm going to pretend I didn't hear all of this defeatist talk.
[The tiefling cleric began, thinking that embracing him in such a way was not... unpleasant. Once again, she felt safe. And it wasn't because the floor was giving way beneath them. A shame that it took so long to get to this point. Not particularly keen to set her gaze upon his, knowing she would be altogether too transparent, she settled for the next best thing. Pressing the tip of her nose into his neck, she nestled against him and her next words escaped her in a considerably quieter tone.]
The fallacy in your little plan here is that if you're not here to stop me, then you can't very well stop me. And as lovely as it is to be held like this, that will prevent you from making any headway on this little one-way adventure you seem keen to take.
[Lifting her chin just enough to acquaint herself with the line of his jaw, she savoured that feeling. It was not often that she had the opportunity to feel his skin against hers.]
Do you think me a flower? All delicate things and soft? It's fine if you don't think I'm capable. I wish you would perceive the strength I held, however. And your own. And how strong we could be together. If you would stop being so stubborn for just a moment or two.
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Could she guide Astarion? She didn't know for certain, but she had to at least try. Better to try and fail than not to try at all.
It seemed like he didn't understand that he couldn't stop others from experiencing free will. He could ask. He could request. But he couldn't make her do anything more than Halsin or someone else could have. Even her own parents couldn't have stopped her. But she suspected that saying it like that might only distress him a touch more. So instead, when she found that he took her into his arms, she endured the surprise and the immediately tension that flooded her.
Of all the things she'd expected, that hadn't been one of them. Unsure of even what to do to begin with, for a breath or two, she simply remained as she was, his arms that were stronger than she would have thought, bound about her, holding her steadily beating heart against him. And after some consideration, she lifted her arms to reciprocate in kind, softening only in slight, though the strength of her resolve remained.
She had already made her decision, with or without his blessing.]
I'm going to pretend I didn't hear all of this defeatist talk.
[The tiefling cleric began, thinking that embracing him in such a way was not... unpleasant. Once again, she felt safe. And it wasn't because the floor was giving way beneath them. A shame that it took so long to get to this point. Not particularly keen to set her gaze upon his, knowing she would be altogether too transparent, she settled for the next best thing. Pressing the tip of her nose into his neck, she nestled against him and her next words escaped her in a considerably quieter tone.]
The fallacy in your little plan here is that if you're not here to stop me, then you can't very well stop me. And as lovely as it is to be held like this, that will prevent you from making any headway on this little one-way adventure you seem keen to take.
[Lifting her chin just enough to acquaint herself with the line of his jaw, she savoured that feeling. It was not often that she had the opportunity to feel his skin against hers.]
Do you think me a flower? All delicate things and soft? It's fine if you don't think I'm capable. I wish you would perceive the strength I held, however. And your own. And how strong we could be together. If you would stop being so stubborn for just a moment or two.