[ Astarion's red eyes are focused on Fenris now, hanging on his every word. The visual of it, the way Fenris paints it, is enough to take his breath away. It helps that it also feeds into his vampiric bloodlust as well.
Another hesitation. Stuck at the precipice between spilling his secrets to a stranger he just met or letting this opportunity pass him by. ]
I haven't killed him yet. [ he answer comes out backwards, the reply to the second question first. ] I don't even know if it's possible to. But...
[ it's on the tip of his tongue, this horrible forbidden secret that weighs him down. But there's no need to be afraid here, he tries to tell himself.
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Another hesitation. Stuck at the precipice between spilling his secrets to a stranger he just met or letting this opportunity pass him by. ]
I haven't killed him yet. [ he answer comes out backwards, the reply to the second question first. ] I don't even know if it's possible to. But...
[ it's on the tip of his tongue, this horrible forbidden secret that weighs him down. But there's no need to be afraid here, he tries to tell himself.
But anxiety wins for now and he settles on:]
I want to.