[ Gods, what a question. He was certainly looked at a lot, but never seen. Cazador would have liked for him to believe that he saw right through Astarion with his piercing gaze, but even he didn't really see him. The all-powerful god of his world, and he still only saw what he wanted to see.
He lets his gaze drift up to the ceiling. ]
That would have been a greater pipe dream than freedom.
[ Astarion's nose wrinkles, lip curling in disdain, because the truth is that a part of him did want to be seen. Pathetic, really. Even once he'd entirely given up hope, there was a little part of him that still longed to be recognized as something other than a one-night fling or a lowly slave.
He shifts, a little uncomfortable. Thinking of his past self makes him feel more naked than nearly everything they just did. ]
no subject
He lets his gaze drift up to the ceiling. ]
That would have been a greater pipe dream than freedom.
[ Astarion's nose wrinkles, lip curling in disdain, because the truth is that a part of him did want to be seen. Pathetic, really. Even once he'd entirely given up hope, there was a little part of him that still longed to be recognized as something other than a one-night fling or a lowly slave.
He shifts, a little uncomfortable. Thinking of his past self makes him feel more naked than nearly everything they just did. ]