Astarion Ancunin, the vampire ascendant
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~Mun is 21+
~Semi-selective, but open to rp
~NSFW only in DMs
~Literate, detailed writer
~Pansexual, but possessive
~Evil portrayal
#BG3RP#DNDRP#MVRP
"Darling, your words are like poetry."
He leans in and runs a hand along the devil's cheek. Astarion takes a deep inhale and smiles playfully at Raphael.
"And how I adore it. It makes me have so many images that come to mind."
Power and dominion suit you well, my dear… as does your new infernal form.
I must confess, it sets my blood alight with something dangerously close to admiration.
What happens when a vampire sells his soul? He ends up contracted.
What happens when a vampire offers it to @rapharchduke666? He ends up in a position of power and a new set of horns on his head.
Not like he's complaining
"A gift..."
Astarion admired the room that Raphael led him to, taking in every detail as he looked around the room. One of the debtors scurried out, not wanting Raphael to punish him for insolence or being in the way. As he studied the room, the elf ran his hand along the --
*That final remark about sharing his chambers had been deliberate. Raphael knew the vampire would refuse - but the offer itself mattered. It was a gesture. A quiet assurance that Astarion was not merely a guest here, but something… far more welcome. The faint note of relief in-
-- sheets. Silk. A luxury that he was never given in the spawn quarters, but was all too familiar with due to the time he spent seducing prey for his master.
"Not that I'm ungrateful for your generosity Raphael, but why help me when all you have to gain is a drinking partner --
He laughed again, this time not hiding fear behind his laughter. Astarion instead had a more relaxed air to his laugh, but got up to follow Raphael.
"As charming as sharing a room with you sounds, I'd hate to find out if your incubus is the jealous type."
The elf chuckled --
*Astarion now resembled a kitten once cornered by a cruel master- suddenly placed in a warm home where it was meant to be cared for. Raphael understood well that trust would have to be built, piece by careful piece, before the vampire could truly relax and feel at home here.-
He stopped himself. Part of him wanted to ask about the scars, but he didn't want to spoil the moment. Let himself get comfortable around the devil, and possibly find out what he could want in return.
"I imagine for the luxury of being guarded from Cazador, you'll want --
The silence was deafening. Astarion had a look of contemplation on his face. He didn't hate the devil's company, but he was always cautious. If two hundred years serving Cazador taught him anything, he had learned to be cautious. But he was also never one to look a gift horse --
*The devil might have enjoyed his laughter - had it not sounded like a fragile veil thrown hastily over something far sharper beneath. Fear. His gaze remained intent, analytical.Astarion looked back at him the same way - through the prism of his Master, clearly expecting a catch-
-- in the mouth.
"Raphael, I'd sooner trust you over Cazador any day. I despise Cazador, but ever since I've met you, you've been a pleasant and refreshing break from my master. You make me feel..."
He paused. Thinking about it, what did he feel? The devil had taken more --
-- hand, if I go back to Cazador, I'll suffer a fate worse than death. On the other, if I don't go back..."
He paused and looked at the wine again. The vampire spawn let out a heavy sigh and looked at Raphael with a sad look.
"What I want more than anything? Well, there's --
-- goblet in front of him and he took a sip of the wine. A rich red that lingered on his tongue as he stared at the devil. Staring at Raphael gave him more ease than staring at Cazador, and the more he thought about it, the more he hated the position he was in.
"On the one --
He laughed at the remark of going back to Cazador, but behind the mocking laughter was fear. Genuine fear. He didn't want to go back to his tormentor, but was afraid of being hunted down.
"Of course I don't want to go back to him! But..."
He paused. His eyes lowered to the --
*The devil waited until his body had fully healed, then gently lifted him from the water, settling him onto a nearby chaise. With a snap of his fingers, he dressed the pale form in a rich crimson silk robe, then pressed an apologetic kiss to his hand before stepping back-