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[sixfeetofdirt]

"We had a dog at our camp, when I was travelling," Astarion says, as he extends his hand for Mae to sniff. "I don't really think he earned his keep, but he was good for morale, I suppose. None of us disliked him and it was essentially the only thing we all had in common."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

She sniffs his hand and then bumps her nose under his fingers to demand more.

"You just picked up a dog along the road?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion hums and scritches across her jaw and behind an ear.

"I was travelling with several of the kind of person who would do that, yes. We found him guarding his master's corpse, and after a day or so he followed our scent and caught up with us."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Huh."

He's glad, though.

"You would have left him?" He takes off his outer jacket and lays it on the back of the chair.

Mae scoots closer to him for more pets. She's very sneaky.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Fiiiine. More pets may be happening. He was a soft touch around Scratch as well.

"He had a perfectly good pile of meat right there, darling, he would have been fine. But I...wouldn't have turned him away."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Yeah, I figured as much. You're a sucker."

He crosses the room and snakes his arms around his waist. "You know, we had some good plans, but if you want to go swimming, we can. And I can get us both back to the boat if it goes."

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion leans back into him, turning his head to kiss his jaw.

"No, I like your idea for the evening much more. I'd rather swim in the daylight, anyway."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He keeps himself close. "Don't say I didn't offer," he says with a playful squeeze. "I'm gonna hop in the shower first. You want to join?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Oh, do I want to see you naked and glistening amidst clouds of steam? Perhaps at close enough quarters that I can't possibly avoid touching you?"

He nips at his neck.

"Of course I want to join."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Yeah, that's the best option."

He lets go of him so he can lift his shirt over his head, tossing it to the little corner he had dubbed the laundry spot. The jeans are next and he turns the shower in.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion laughs and goes about stripping himself likewise, tossing his own clothes onto the bed.

"If I ever get to pick some somewhere after the Barge, it'll have to have hot running water. I don't think I can do without it, now."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Gets so cold at home that the pipes can freeze and it takes a while to get hot water. To the boiler goes out. And that's when I miss it the most."

He steps into the shower and leans back with a happy sort of sigh.

"Shit like this is what I try to avoid."

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion steps under the spray with him, making a soft sound of pleasure as warm water washes over his cool, pale skin.

"Your home doesn't have much to recommend it, it sometimes seems."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"No, but - don't have any other prospects. And if I go back, I can help Joseph rebuild after the collapse."

His hands rest on Astarion's hips.

"Assuming I ever graduate."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Mm."

That's always the rub, isn't it? He steps in close, head resting on Jacob's shoulder.

"You've never thought about...other options? Going somewhere else altogether, somewhere less...fragile?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Nah."

He keeps himself close. "I don't know what I'd do there."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Whatever you wanted," Astarion suggests. "Anything at all. Doesn't that have some appeal?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He smoothes down Astarion's wet hair. "What do you want, hm? Infinite power and then what?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

He closes his eyes, humming at the touch.

"That's just the thing, darling. I can just...wake up on any given morning and decide to follow whatever whims take me. I don't have to limit myself."

He has no fucking idea.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"That's not an answer and you know it."

He pulls back and kisses him there, right under the shower spray.

"What do you want?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion groans at him, sullen - but he's not pulling away.

"That's John's line. I don't know what I want, Jacob."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Yeah, me either. So don't act like it's fucking easy to figure out," he tells him. "Not for you and not for me. The Barge is the only place I don't have to make that choice. I'm choosing you right now, alright? That's enough for me."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"I-"

Astarion looks for a moment like he might be about to implode, his expression strange and unreadable, but he recovers.

"I...yes. Here and now, it's...enough for me, too."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Jacob takes the soap and lathers up a cloth, though he doesn't look away from him.

"What's that about?" he wonders, just above the spray.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"I just...I'm trying not to be a huge bastard," he says, quietly, staring down at Jacob's collarbone. "You say something like that, tell me you're choosing me, and it's just...very tempting to try to push you away."