Fuck! [Taryon jumps at thr clear voice coming from the bathroom. His heart beats faster at the realization that his suspicious were not secret at all, and Astarion knows how he's perceived. Shit, he must be so insulted.
What he doesn't expect is an actual counterpoint to the initial impression of Astarion pursuing him solely for his body. The setting, the kiss, the talk od the Valentine party all seemed to point to a desire to gratify a need, worsened by the fact that he's attracted to a friend. What Taryon is hearing now are the non-physical reasons for attraction. Kindness. Intelligence. Their bond of friendship.
It's not because of his family name or of a promise of payment. This is what Taryon dreams of: a friend who he can share his secrets with and be his lover. And Astarion brings up many details that it can't be made up. Somehow, the vampire has fallen in love with him. To be pursued is a strange feeling, but he finds it not all that bad.
Taryons hooks his fingers together. Astarion leaving does provide time to be alone and mull over a decision, but that could put an end to their amiable relationship. Their last conversation would be an awkward dancing around the kiss, and how could that ever be repaired?
You only live once, a the saying goes. Sometimes, you must take the risk and either find victory or nearly die. Taryon walks up to the bathroom door, turns the handle, and steps in.
He stands in the middle of the doorway, head turned to Astarion on the toilet, the jacuzzi bath in the back. A loss for words (what could match such an eloquent speech?), Taryon finds a spot on the tiled wall to lean against.]
...You don't have to go. I'd prefer that you didn't.
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What he doesn't expect is an actual counterpoint to the initial impression of Astarion pursuing him solely for his body. The setting, the kiss, the talk od the Valentine party all seemed to point to a desire to gratify a need, worsened by the fact that he's attracted to a friend. What Taryon is hearing now are the non-physical reasons for attraction. Kindness. Intelligence. Their bond of friendship.
It's not because of his family name or of a promise of payment. This is what Taryon dreams of: a friend who he can share his secrets with and be his lover. And Astarion brings up many details that it can't be made up. Somehow, the vampire has fallen in love with him. To be pursued is a strange feeling, but he finds it not all that bad.
Taryons hooks his fingers together. Astarion leaving does provide time to be alone and mull over a decision, but that could put an end to their amiable relationship. Their last conversation would be an awkward dancing around the kiss, and how could that ever be repaired?
You only live once, a the saying goes. Sometimes, you must take the risk and either find victory or nearly die. Taryon walks up to the bathroom door, turns the handle, and steps in.
He stands in the middle of the doorway, head turned to Astarion on the toilet, the jacuzzi bath in the back. A loss for words (what could match such an eloquent speech?), Taryon finds a spot on the tiled wall to lean against.]
...You don't have to go. I'd prefer that you didn't.