[ trust, in truth, should never been an easy thing for anyone.
theirs is a world that is equal parts terrible as it is beautiful, filled with hope as it is filled with despair, cruel as it is kind. for every good samaritan, there are five people with a blade held tightly behind their back. and for people like them, the unfortunate victims of unwanted illithid surgery, there are even more hiding amongst the shadows. for all intents and purposes, they should not have as much trust in each other as they do, dessa should not put so much trust in them as she does as they march across the countryside in hopes of finding themselves a cure.
she should not place as much trust as she does in astarion after all his secrets laid bare before them, but she does for some inexplicable reason each night they slip away while the others sleep, each time something lurches at them from the shadows. she trusts him more than she trusts any other, more than she trusts herself.
isn't it strange how easily it comes? how willing she is to place her life in his hands? a thought for another moment, another night perhaps, for in this moment all dessa can do is smile as they slip away, her thoughts lingering on the subtle curve of his mouth and how relaxed it has been of late. bit by bit, inch by inch, the mask is chipping away and she is getting a glimpse of the man underneath. and oh, how she adores him.
she hums softly, lips pressed in an easy smile, her head going easily under his direction. ]
Mm, they are all worn out after the last fight we barely survived. [ messy hair falls as her head tilts, exposing the soft slope of her neck. ] I'm surprised you still have the energy to steal me away.
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theirs is a world that is equal parts terrible as it is beautiful, filled with hope as it is filled with despair, cruel as it is kind. for every good samaritan, there are five people with a blade held tightly behind their back. and for people like them, the unfortunate victims of unwanted illithid surgery, there are even more hiding amongst the shadows. for all intents and purposes, they should not have as much trust in each other as they do, dessa should not put so much trust in them as she does as they march across the countryside in hopes of finding themselves a cure.
she should not place as much trust as she does in astarion after all his secrets laid bare before them, but she does for some inexplicable reason each night they slip away while the others sleep, each time something lurches at them from the shadows. she trusts him more than she trusts any other, more than she trusts herself.
isn't it strange how easily it comes? how willing she is to place her life in his hands? a thought for another moment, another night perhaps, for in this moment all dessa can do is smile as they slip away, her thoughts lingering on the subtle curve of his mouth and how relaxed it has been of late. bit by bit, inch by inch, the mask is chipping away and she is getting a glimpse of the man underneath. and oh, how she adores him.
she hums softly, lips pressed in an easy smile, her head going easily under his direction. ]
Mm, they are all worn out after the last fight we barely survived. [ messy hair falls as her head tilts, exposing the soft slope of her neck. ] I'm surprised you still have the energy to steal me away.