Astarion flops onto his back, body lying perpendicular to the mattress. He already tried to sneak in a little trance, but even putting the circumstances aside, it's difficult to get comfortable here after centuries of sleeping on a small, lumpy bed surrounded by other vampires.
"Perhaps I will," he says regardless, already shifting a little with restlessness. "If you aren't going to tell me a bedtime story, then I suppose you're dismissed."
"If it'd help you sleep easier I can stick around," says Bull, aware it's too earnest an offer and likely to activate Astarion's infinite prickles, but he can't think of a way to frame it. He's not unfamiliar with the hypervigilance that comes with trying to sleep in a new place. Probably he makes a better door guard than Charter.
"That's rather presumptuous," Astarion says as he sits back up, visibly puffed up like an angry cat. It's not that he's annoyed by the thought of Bull sticking around; he's annoyed that Bull couldn't come up with some sort of excuse to stay so that he didn't have to embarrass himself by asking. Ugh, apparently he has to do everything around here.
"...Mm," he says after a moment of thought. "I see. Clearly, you've been tasked by that Inquisitor of yours to linger here and make sure I don't steal anything." He's actually eighty percent sure that's why he's had a woman standing outside of his door this whole time, but he's pretty sure Bull isn't here to stop his sticky fingers. "Well. If you must."
Bull wants to ask what Astarion thinks he'd even steal, but it seems to run contrary to what he's aiming for here, so he (sensibly) shuts the fuck up instead. "Guess I must."
He comes around the chair he's been leaning his forearms on and takes an actual seat, slumped somewhat perpendicular to Astarion. Settling to stay a while. Good thing there's a battle for everyone in the castle to gossip about.
Astarion settles back on his pillows proper, still atop the covers. A pause, and then he crawls under them, pulling them up to his chin like a child afraid of the dark. He turns onto his side, facing Bull, and then turns away.
Back to Bull: "So you're just going to sit there and stare the whole time, or...?"
A huff of a chuckle, because yeah. Fair enough. "Wasn't planning on it."
The room has a desk, at least; Bull drags the chair over to it, the legs making an awful noise against the floor, and then settles again heaveily. Fishes through the little drawers for paper. He can spend the time writing a more detailed report, get Leliana off his dick.
An elbow on the wood, glancing sidelong, gaze drawn back to Astarion regardless.
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"Perhaps I will," he says regardless, already shifting a little with restlessness. "If you aren't going to tell me a bedtime story, then I suppose you're dismissed."
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"...Mm," he says after a moment of thought. "I see. Clearly, you've been tasked by that Inquisitor of yours to linger here and make sure I don't steal anything." He's actually eighty percent sure that's why he's had a woman standing outside of his door this whole time, but he's pretty sure Bull isn't here to stop his sticky fingers. "Well. If you must."
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He comes around the chair he's been leaning his forearms on and takes an actual seat, slumped somewhat perpendicular to Astarion. Settling to stay a while. Good thing there's a battle for everyone in the castle to gossip about.
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Back to Bull: "So you're just going to sit there and stare the whole time, or...?"
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The room has a desk, at least; Bull drags the chair over to it, the legs making an awful noise against the floor, and then settles again heaveily. Fishes through the little drawers for paper. He can spend the time writing a more detailed report, get Leliana off his dick.
An elbow on the wood, glancing sidelong, gaze drawn back to Astarion regardless.