[ he's like some kind of creature vibrating with Too Much -- energy, stress, emotion, a little of everything. it makes sense after the weekend they've had with all their emotions raw and frayed.
astarion's done pitch perfect, he's used to pitch perfect. not doing pitch perfect feels like he's spiralling out of control and losing his grip on himself and the situation all at once.
but it does feel real. very real. he's not used to very real. ]
...
[ he blinks when gale drops their foreheads together, squinting slightly at the very light impact. ]
I have no clue what I'm doing. [ he's said this so many times, but he really, really doesn't. ] But-- I don't mind that, actually.
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astarion's done pitch perfect, he's used to pitch perfect. not doing pitch perfect feels like he's spiralling out of control and losing his grip on himself and the situation all at once.
but it does feel real. very real. he's not used to very real. ]
...
[ he blinks when gale drops their foreheads together, squinting slightly at the very light impact. ]
I have no clue what I'm doing. [ he's said this so many times, but he really, really doesn't. ] But-- I don't mind that, actually.