[ Godfrey is already climbing to his feet once he sees the shadow of him approach the flap.
Here he is. With hardly any time to array his words, to cage his thoughts, to petition his Lord for guidance - here he is, easy as ever. Speaking in the same low and breathy murmur.
Godfrey feels his breath catch in his throat. Cerulean eyes flicker up to touch Astarion's, then away, as he gingerly takes one of his hands in his own, drapes his cool fingers over the edge of his palm.
The pad of his thumb grazes his pale fingers, and he glances back up to him, smiling wanly. He takes a tight breath, and he speaks gently. ]
Come-- please, Astarion. Make yourself comfortable. [ He turns his body to the side to avail Astarion the cluster of pillows slumped in his small tent - blues, lavenders, and pinks in a soft pile.
He leads him those few short steps by his hand, speaking slowly and deliberately as he does so, choosing his words with care-- ] I... well. I have some things I would say, before we allow this to... proceed, I suppose, any farther.
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Here he is. With hardly any time to array his words, to cage his thoughts, to petition his Lord for guidance - here he is, easy as ever. Speaking in the same low and breathy murmur.
Godfrey feels his breath catch in his throat. Cerulean eyes flicker up to touch Astarion's, then away, as he gingerly takes one of his hands in his own, drapes his cool fingers over the edge of his palm.
The pad of his thumb grazes his pale fingers, and he glances back up to him, smiling wanly. He takes a tight breath, and he speaks gently. ]
Come-- please, Astarion. Make yourself comfortable. [ He turns his body to the side to avail Astarion the cluster of pillows slumped in his small tent - blues, lavenders, and pinks in a soft pile.
He leads him those few short steps by his hand, speaking slowly and deliberately as he does so, choosing his words with care-- ] I... well. I have some things I would say, before we allow this to... proceed, I suppose, any farther.