[ Astarion is still adjusting to being awake during the sunlight hours and not ducking and covering at every single moment. Being able to see things in colour, being able to enjoy the warmth of the daylight without the single of fire is a gift in itself, and it makes him feel a little bit too close to happy for comfort. Perhaps things would be easier if he was able to go back to being a creature of the night - but that isn't what he wants. This is what he wants - freedom, joy, the experience of living once again.
He's seen Shadowheart and Lae'zel kneel and do whatever thoughts and prayers come to their mind, just as he had watched Godfrey make his own each morning. Another thing he struggles to wrap his mind around; do their Gods truly speak to them, and hear a response? When he had cried out for salvation, for freedom, for - anything, really, he had been ignored. Silence had greeted him as he wept, and he could only imagine that he deserved it.
Huffing a quiet chuckle, he makes himself more comfortable, turning his head to look at Godfrey properly. An intimidating man by all accounts, but Astarion finds himself less afraid these days. He can speak his mind a little more, tiptoe around conversations that cause irritation - like the heroics.
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[ Astarion is still adjusting to being awake during the sunlight hours and not ducking and covering at every single moment. Being able to see things in colour, being able to enjoy the warmth of the daylight without the single of fire is a gift in itself, and it makes him feel a little bit too close to happy for comfort. Perhaps things would be easier if he was able to go back to being a creature of the night - but that isn't what he wants. This is what he wants - freedom, joy, the experience of living once again.
He's seen Shadowheart and Lae'zel kneel and do whatever thoughts and prayers come to their mind, just as he had watched Godfrey make his own each morning. Another thing he struggles to wrap his mind around; do their Gods truly speak to them, and hear a response? When he had cried out for salvation, for freedom, for - anything, really, he had been ignored. Silence had greeted him as he wept, and he could only imagine that he deserved it.
Huffing a quiet chuckle, he makes himself more comfortable, turning his head to look at Godfrey properly. An intimidating man by all accounts, but Astarion finds himself less afraid these days. He can speak his mind a little more, tiptoe around conversations that cause irritation - like the heroics.
Ugh. ]
You're far better company.
[ Shaking his head, he hums idly. ]
Why don't you tell me something from home, then?