Astarion looks down at the flickering candle flames, the paper and silk flowers, the offerings. It doesn't seem like much. If he'd wandered across such an arrangement tomorrow and had no personal contention to it, he'd have just picked over the table for anything of value and thought nothing more about it.
But it means something to her. And she means something to him.
"...You chose this," he says quietly. "You chose the place, and the time, and the people, in circumstances where we are forever being thrown right and left at the whims of powers we can't see, for reasons we can't know. That...that does mean something."
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Date: 2024-11-09 02:22 pm (UTC)From:Astarion looks down at the flickering candle flames, the paper and silk flowers, the offerings. It doesn't seem like much. If he'd wandered across such an arrangement tomorrow and had no personal contention to it, he'd have just picked over the table for anything of value and thought nothing more about it.
But it means something to her. And she means something to him.
"...You chose this," he says quietly. "You chose the place, and the time, and the people, in circumstances where we are forever being thrown right and left at the whims of powers we can't see, for reasons we can't know. That...that does mean something."