[Fenris feels pinned by that gaze, but doesn't flinch from it, instead meeting it the entire time he explained how he killed his former master.
Yet, when the subject shifts, he notices the way the man seems to teeter on the edge of something, how the words come out, and he knows. He knows that desire, that want.
He knows that they have something very unfortunate in common.
What Astarion is in it for.]
Then you should. [A pause.] It took years before the right moment came.. and the help of Hawke, but getting to watch the life leave my former master's eyes was worth all the running and hiding I had to do up til then.
[It goes unsaid, but it's clear that he hopes this for Astarion as well, the same satisfaction of the death of a former master at his hands.]
no subject
Yet, when the subject shifts, he notices the way the man seems to teeter on the edge of something, how the words come out, and he knows. He knows that desire, that want.
He knows that they have something very unfortunate in common.
What Astarion is in it for.]
Then you should. [A pause.] It took years before the right moment came.. and the help of Hawke, but getting to watch the life leave my former master's eyes was worth all the running and hiding I had to do up til then.
[It goes unsaid, but it's clear that he hopes this for Astarion as well, the same satisfaction of the death of a former master at his hands.]