@RlPOSTE " oh, only in the cities, darling. "
joking, or entirely serious - who can guess, these days. their grin is sharp as their blade, fangs glinting in low moonlight.
" i'm not one for trudging through mud and dirt. "
" is that the saying ? "
how merciful, they don't linger upon that thought for long ! the attention given to figurine draws interest, and astarion's own melodic hum fills the air.
" it's a habit kept for the most quiet of nights. "
gale can’t help the unease that commands his body, the sudden sway back as the sharp edge of the elf’s blade waves in his direction. it prompted a roll of his eyes, an attempt to hide discomfort with irritation.
a low rumble
…
/ human astarion to Me. cool toned, pale skin but it was clear he still saw the light on occasion. dark brown hair. brown eyes. the first thing to change had been his eyes, to a deep red.
then their hair.
/ work is killing me ( still ) but trust. i adore astarion. and bg3. also dragon age. also divinity. also dnd as a whole. also fantasy as a whole. ALL FANTASY MUSES ... HEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY