[ It's still uncomfortable, to be given praise, to be treated kindly after so long, to have someone want to cherish him. Astarion has spent decades being treated as a slave, a servant, a pet, a monster, a creature to be punished and tortured, not a person. Every God he had prayed to had ignored him, every wish he had made had gone unanswered, and now he is forced to deal with the antithesis of this - Karlach and Halsin are the very essence of kindness.
The sudden reference to his appearance, though, makes his head jerk up and he lifts a hand to touch at his curls, eyes widening. ] Is it that bad? And no mirror to fix it. [ Not even if he had been able to use it. He scowls, fingers twitching at the softness of his hair before he relents, closing his eyes. ]
If you must, but if you pull too hard I am going to bite you.
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The sudden reference to his appearance, though, makes his head jerk up and he lifts a hand to touch at his curls, eyes widening. ] Is it that bad? And no mirror to fix it. [ Not even if he had been able to use it. He scowls, fingers twitching at the softness of his hair before he relents, closing his eyes. ]
If you must, but if you pull too hard I am going to bite you.
[ An empty threat, but he is a little prince. ]