[Why does everything Astarion say sound salacious? Taryon wishes he could just speak normally more often instead of turning everything into some bizarre form of flirting.
No, he tells himself as he tampers down this thought. He's seen Astarion's past. It might just be a force of habit.]
Alright! [He pushes the door open and steps through, leaving it open and within Doty's view. Before him is a smiling Astarion with soap on his face. It's ridiculous to the point that Tary forgets his nerves and smiles upon seeing him.] That looks so inviting.
[He steps into the tub, then slides down to face Astarion, the water sloshing with his movements. As he sinks lower until the soap reaches the middle of his gold-dusted chest, he bends his legs to keep them near him. If their limbs touch underwater, he doesn't know what he'll do.]
I almost forgot what it was like to have a luxurious bath.
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No, he tells himself as he tampers down this thought. He's seen Astarion's past. It might just be a force of habit.]
Alright! [He pushes the door open and steps through, leaving it open and within Doty's view. Before him is a smiling Astarion with soap on his face. It's ridiculous to the point that Tary forgets his nerves and smiles upon seeing him.] That looks so inviting.
[He steps into the tub, then slides down to face Astarion, the water sloshing with his movements. As he sinks lower until the soap reaches the middle of his gold-dusted chest, he bends his legs to keep them near him. If their limbs touch underwater, he doesn't know what he'll do.]
I almost forgot what it was like to have a luxurious bath.