[ It is an adjustment, a comfort, to find something or someone that he can let his guard down around. Astarion might never admit it or put it into words, but he is doing what he can to express it, to show the way that he feels now: the fact that he can trust in Tav to take care of him, to ensure his safety, to not hold what he says in anger or frustration against him.
It's painfully strange to admit, but Astarion is getting better at it the more time goes on. He is adjusting, and it's both frightening and wonderful.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the guard and armour he had built around himself has been dismantled, has been cut down and destroyed, and he has bared himself to Tav. From his scars, physical and emotional, to his vulnerabilities and the nature of who he is... Slowly but surely he has come to peace with it all. It's something he can accept now, something that allows him to start to think about the possibility of hope for the future. He'd never had that before.
Tav speaks, and Astarion can't help his little snort of a laugh, shaking his head. ]
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It's painfully strange to admit, but Astarion is getting better at it the more time goes on. He is adjusting, and it's both frightening and wonderful.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the guard and armour he had built around himself has been dismantled, has been cut down and destroyed, and he has bared himself to Tav. From his scars, physical and emotional, to his vulnerabilities and the nature of who he is... Slowly but surely he has come to peace with it all. It's something he can accept now, something that allows him to start to think about the possibility of hope for the future. He'd never had that before.
Tav speaks, and Astarion can't help his little snort of a laugh, shaking his head. ]
You are very forgiven, I assure you.