[Softness feels uncomfortable; they aren’t there just yet, the two of them. Not him with her, not her with him— not even with the painful memories they’ve shared like a buffer, or the weight of the words thank you and I’m glad that you're free here still lingering.
But standing there in the negative space their lives have cut, empty air and immediate silence pervading, only one thing comes to mind. So there's no pretense when he asks, bluntly:]
(She doesn't look at him to assess whether or not he's being serious, simply leans into the ease of being told to do something, and following instruction. Abby is good at doing that. And she's barely spoken about Lev the entire time she's been living here, even though guarding him isn't her job any more.
It helps that Astarion doesn't act as if this is a soft moment between them, but more like a blood-letting.)
Just a– stupid kid, (she says, but her voice breaks over the sentence, cuz he was hers.) Saved my life back home. Cut me down after his people strung me up. (A sharp inhale, in memory.) They were going to cut my stomach open and pull my guts out with their bare fucking hands, and he– stopped them.
(Yara did too, but Yara is far too sore a subject; she omits the detail, and hopes she'll be forgiven for it.)
Where he came from wasn't safe. (Nothing unusual for either of them but,) I wanted to be that for him.
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But standing there in the negative space their lives have cut, empty air and immediate silence pervading, only one thing comes to mind. So there's no pretense when he asks, bluntly:]
Tell me about him.
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It helps that Astarion doesn't act as if this is a soft moment between them, but more like a blood-letting.)
Just a– stupid kid, (she says, but her voice breaks over the sentence, cuz he was hers.) Saved my life back home. Cut me down after his people strung me up. (A sharp inhale, in memory.) They were going to cut my stomach open and pull my guts out with their bare fucking hands, and he– stopped them.
(Yara did too, but Yara is far too sore a subject; she omits the detail, and hopes she'll be forgiven for it.)
Where he came from wasn't safe. (Nothing unusual for either of them but,) I wanted to be that for him.
(Lev wasn't asking for much. Only to be himself.)