"Good." Though he's fairly certain he would have known if it was way before
now. "Just seemed - I don't know. Right? The same thing like when you
started saying my name."
"I like saying your name," he murmurs. "It...sets you apart from everyone
else. Rosita calls me things in her other language which I think are
sometimes insults, but she means them nicely."
"I don't think you should. I think what you have is perfect," he admits and rests his forehead against his shoulder. "Alright, I'm going to sleep. Really. Think you can rest?"
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Jacob just rolls his eyes. "They would be. But your lily white ass would blind them if you were in the sun."
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Astarion pouts.
"It's not as if I can tan, Jacob. It's only by an accident of fate that I don't catch fire in sunlight."
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He doesn't have to open his eyes to hear that pout in his voice. He snickers.
"You won't look good with a tan, baby. Besides, I like your ass just the way it is."
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He smiles, always vulnerable to flattery.
"You've been calling me that more often lately."
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He doesn't move from where he's lying against him, but he does draw in a breath. "Yeah? That alright?"
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"Yes, it's alright. It's...not something that gets used back home, really, so there's nothing....attached to it."
No unpleasant emotional baggage.
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"Good." Though he's fairly certain he would have known if it was way before now. "Just seemed - I don't know. Right? The same thing like when you started saying my name."
Which was more intimate than he anticipated.
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"I like saying your name," he murmurs. "It...sets you apart from everyone else. Rosita calls me things in her other language which I think are sometimes insults, but she means them nicely."
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"Spanish," he supplies with a bright laugh. "But yeah, they probably are. Rosita's entire personality can be summed up the same way."
Which Jacob also loves.
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"I've decided on a name for her in Elven and it's not even insulting. Maybe I should try harder."
He definitely won't.
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"I don't think you should. I think what you have is perfect," he admits and rests his forehead against his shoulder. "Alright, I'm going to sleep. Really. Think you can rest?"
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"I think so," he murmurs. Even if he can't, he's more than happy to just loll about for a while and watch Jacob sleeping.