( Ah. Something softens further in Haelva's face, and she nods. How cruel would one have to be to deny him that? He hasn't seen his own face until now; given the chance, why not let him in? A simple thing, and there is nothing he might see inside her mind that she would wish to keep from him -- she is as much of an open book as her mind is full of holes. )
Of course. I would be honored.
( To let him have that moment of knowing. She takes a deep, steady breath, her eyes trained on his face -- her eyes tracking every inch of it that she can. From the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes when he laughs to the curls of his hair around his ears; the deep red of his eyes and the sharp gleam of his teeth. To the warm glow that comes with having freshly fed, the way it softens the circles under his eyes and almost brings a flush to his pale cheeks. Astarion's face is all sharp lines and points, almost cat-like, but it is his, and she has grown fond of his company, his biting sense of humor. That too, she thinks, he will be able to feel.
So she opens up her mind and lets him in; a bloody hand stretched out to usher him to what he wishes to see. )
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Of course. I would be honored.
( To let him have that moment of knowing. She takes a deep, steady breath, her eyes trained on his face -- her eyes tracking every inch of it that she can. From the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes when he laughs to the curls of his hair around his ears; the deep red of his eyes and the sharp gleam of his teeth. To the warm glow that comes with having freshly fed, the way it softens the circles under his eyes and almost brings a flush to his pale cheeks. Astarion's face is all sharp lines and points, almost cat-like, but it is his, and she has grown fond of his company, his biting sense of humor. That too, she thinks, he will be able to feel.
So she opens up her mind and lets him in; a bloody hand stretched out to usher him to what he wishes to see. )