[ Time passes for orders put in and orders received. There's a table with a fine view because of course it's what the restaurant built itself around. If Astarion doesn't seem too bored by it, the captain might comment on how to identify a few types of ships present in the harbor while they wait. Alucard doesn't mind taking a meal while his company only seems to have tea, his table manners absentmindedly impeccable.
It is nice, actually. He almost forgets not to try to fill a silence while he isn't in the middle of eating or sipping his spiced tea. Almost.
The sun is burning up the horizon reddening the sky, beginning to melt down into a line of gold. He's kept Astarion ever in his peripheral and now the man is finally painted in colors. ]
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It is nice, actually. He almost forgets not to try to fill a silence while he isn't in the middle of eating or sipping his spiced tea. Almost.
The sun is burning up the horizon reddening the sky, beginning to melt down into a line of gold. He's kept Astarion ever in his peripheral and now the man is finally painted in colors. ]
Silver and gold for your thoughts.