[She was silent for a minute or two, just watching him. She could draw him from memory by now; knew every curve, every dimple, even the way his brows would crease together when he was upset. The number of sketches of him in her journal was almost embarrassing — though, to be fair, she also had sketches of the others in there as well.
She didn't touch him, though, despite wanting to be able to look into his eyes for this. She didn't move to grab his chin and turn his head. Instead, she tilted hers, moving to accommodate him but not catching his gaze.]
[In all honesty - and despite knowing her better - a part of him had been fully prepared for her not to play along and give him a genuine answer. When she did give a response the surprise was written clearly on his face, eyes darting back to meet hers once again as he mulled it over. Green... Green wouldn't look terrible on his face at all, actually, from what he'd seen of it these past few days.]
I believe yours would be a soft lilac, were you not sworn to the spider-god by chance of birth. [He hadn't really meant to say such things aloud, but it was too late now, and he'd have to commit.] They'd be rosy and warm in the sunlight, almost like carnations.
[She had expected a snide comment disagreeing with her — perhaps blue would be more suited for him, or even a brown. She had even expected him to change the topic, to ask about skin tone, or perhaps hair color. Nothing could have prepared her for what he actually said, and the shock of it was clear on her face.
Taliira stared at Astarion for a few seconds, the heat in her cheeks hard to ignore as his words replayed in her mind over and over again. She had never thought about what her eyes might have been had she been born anywhere else. It had never been a question. Lolth had been her entire life that anything outside of it was almost impossible to think of, so contemplating what could have been was...
She let her head drop to his chest as a way to hide her face. There was no need to show him how deep that blush was.]
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She didn't touch him, though, despite wanting to be able to look into his eyes for this. She didn't move to grab his chin and turn his head. Instead, she tilted hers, moving to accommodate him but not catching his gaze.]
Green, I think. A deep emerald, perhaps?
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I believe yours would be a soft lilac, were you not sworn to the spider-god by chance of birth. [He hadn't really meant to say such things aloud, but it was too late now, and he'd have to commit.] They'd be rosy and warm in the sunlight, almost like carnations.
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Taliira stared at Astarion for a few seconds, the heat in her cheeks hard to ignore as his words replayed in her mind over and over again. She had never thought about what her eyes might have been had she been born anywhere else. It had never been a question. Lolth had been her entire life that anything outside of it was almost impossible to think of, so contemplating what could have been was...
She let her head drop to his chest as a way to hide her face. There was no need to show him how deep that blush was.]
I've never thought about it, honestly.