[These fingers feel warmer than usual. Is it because he was thighly gripping the game controller? Does he warm up at certain times? Is Taryon only imagining it?
It's a gentle touch, completely unlike Astarion's more possessive behavior, and Taryon scoots his hand closer to Astarion. In the dark, he can't see where he will touch him, which is all part of the fun; this is ain invitation to continue.
He sighs, and with the exhale of air also leaves the loud boldness in his voice. Taryon speaks in an equally gentle and low tone.] I could say a lot about myself. A whole book's worth. [But would Astarion really want to know the story of his life? He'd already seen one of his lowest moments.]
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It's a gentle touch, completely unlike Astarion's more possessive behavior, and Taryon scoots his hand closer to Astarion. In the dark, he can't see where he will touch him, which is all part of the fun; this is ain invitation to continue.
He sighs, and with the exhale of air also leaves the loud boldness in his voice. Taryon speaks in an equally gentle and low tone.] I could say a lot about myself. A whole book's worth. [But would Astarion really want to know the story of his life? He'd already seen one of his lowest moments.]