she lounges in the broken crypt window, legs gently lifted and head tilted back. a wine bottle is held loosely between her fingers, and while nesta isn't drunk, she is a bit loose, a bit relaxed. definitely inappropriate for a night's camp somewhere in the underdark, posted up by the myconid colony, looking for... something. he's asked her a question: what does he look like, and nesta, ever the poet, is nursing one last sip of wine, looking for some semblance of an answer. she could be warm-hearted, she thinks, but... if her love of the self was ever taken from her in the same way cazador szarr beat astarion's out of him . . . she would want truth first.
@thepalelfe , " turn around, let me get a good look at you. "
and so, when he turns all the way around, nesta examines him, not unlike an art appraiser examining the newest portrait by a self-made artist, and she rises from the windowsill, pushing away from the stone, settling the bottle in the embers of her body heat. " you're... pale, " she says, first, fingertips gently hovering over his cheeks. " almost similar to my own, in complexion. your hair is white, all the way down to your shoulders, though more vibrant than mine, not lingering with the dullness that my patron provides. your eyes... a very lovely shade of red, like rubies, or bloodshed. "
her fingers find his skin, here, her touch strangely gentle for a wicked woman of the night, and she touches the highest points of his face, her fingertips moving as she describes him. " you have high cheekbones, and so your face makes this sharp contour. your lips are full, and you have smile lines, likely from years of smiling. as for whether or not you meant those smiles... i cannot tell. your ears compliment your face well, they... heighten your face, creating this sharp, elegant look. like a dagger made for equal parts purpose and presentation. "
her hands rest now, on the side of his neck, briefly squeezing as one would press their fingers down for a massage, then moving again to his shoulders, twisting him this way and that. " you have a lithe build, agile and sharp. proportional, if i were to describe you to a painter. i would say you are handsome first and pretty second, if i was unsure of what word you preferred, but most of all . . . you look like you're finding yourself again. "
she steps away now, head tilting. " was that a satisfactory answer? "
