[ It’s novel, to have the warmth and satisfaction of being flirted with, without the undercurrent of uncertainty. Wondering had its charms, of course. The gamble of it. The dizzying little maybes. Knowing is quiet and sturdy. Odd, to feel like he could lean his weight into something and it might hold.
So Bastien’s smile is subdued and unfocused, when he nudges his cheek back against By’s toes. It makes sense, really, given all the other contradictions—Fereldan and Orlesian, noble and downtrodden, silly dirty playful humor from a mouth that belongs to a haughty portrait over a grand fireplace, his black moods and his self-loathing and his lies and his sweet, earnest, honest heart—that Byerly could put his smelly foot on a man’s face and make him feel treasured. ]
Well, [ Bastien says once he’s had a moment to deal with that, face sharpening with mischief while he slides his hand down Byerly’s leg— ] some trouble, I hope.
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Date: 2020-11-26 04:54 pm (UTC)So Bastien’s smile is subdued and unfocused, when he nudges his cheek back against By’s toes. It makes sense, really, given all the other contradictions—Fereldan and Orlesian, noble and downtrodden, silly dirty playful humor from a mouth that belongs to a haughty portrait over a grand fireplace, his black moods and his self-loathing and his lies and his sweet, earnest, honest heart—that Byerly could put his smelly foot on a man’s face and make him feel treasured. ]
Well, [ Bastien says once he’s had a moment to deal with that, face sharpening with mischief while he slides his hand down Byerly’s leg— ] some trouble, I hope.