He accepts the glass, his gaze lingering on her fingers before meeting her eyes with a smirk.
“ What? Would you prefer I call them 'capable'? I could, but that would ruin the poetry of the moment. ”
@ExcelWhiteLight He reaches out, hesitating just a moment before his fingers brush a stray strand of hair from her face.
“ Well, your mother clearly had excellent taste. And as for the rest of the world, they've proven themselves fools time and again.”
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Astarion's confident expression falters for just a heartbeat, the flirtatious glint in his eyes replaced by genuine uncertainty.
“ Black as midnight? Thick as tar? ”
He echoes her words with a nervous little laugh,
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ah, but of course.
“not sure if you want a sharrans blood. there’s stories out there about our blood being black as midnight and as thick as tar.”
she has a smile upon her lips. a mischievous side of shadowheart is not to be trifled with.
“ are you willing to destroy+
his fingers twitching at his side.
“ Darling, you wouldn't be so cruel as to poison me, would you? ”
He studies her face intently, searching for the truth behind that wicked smile, suddenly unsure if the hunger
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“ — and perhaps, one night, you'll be inclined to return the favour. A little warmth for a little . . . blood. ”
He lets the word hang between them, a dare dressed as a joke.
“ We all want things we're not supposed to have, don't we? ”
Astarion's smirk flickers, the practiced veneer cracking just enough to show something sharper beneath. He steps closer, letting the firelight carve shadows across his face.
“ Soft? Perish the thought. ”
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the feel of such fabric, it was warm, yet still does little to quell the cold.
more so a fire would be more sufficient.
her eyes cut to the blanket, her petite pale fingers gently touch at the ends of it.
“ ah, didn’t peg you as a caring type +
His voice drops to a silken murmur.
“ Consider it an investment, my dear. Keep you warm, keep you grateful — ” he tilts his head, crimson eyes gleaming with a hunger he doesn't bother to hide,
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Astarion watches @lilacobsidian over the rim of his goblet, the candlelight catching the deep violet of her eyes. He doesn’t say a word, simply reaches out to brush an errant strand of raven hair from her cheek,
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his touch featherlight and deliberate. When her gaze meets his, he offers that slow, razor-sharp smile and murmurs, “ You wear power so effortlessly, dear. It’s positively delicious. ”
Astarion watches @lilacobsidian over the rim of his goblet, the candlelight catching the deep violet of her eyes. He doesn’t say a word, simply reaches out to brush an errant strand of raven hair from her cheek,
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@fugueacres Ha! Worried about me? How unexpectedly sweet. Don't fret, darling, I've swallowed worse than whatever rot you're brewing under that skin. And yes, I lost the sun, not my stomach.
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He watches @crpuscules for a moment, that familiar guarded stillness she wears like armour, and something in his chest tightens — irritatingly soft. Without a word, Astarion drapes a heavy, embroidered cloak over
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Shadowheart’s shoulders, his fingers lingering just a moment too long at the clasp.
“ You looked cold, my dear, ” he murmurs, the usual theatrical lilt softened at the edges. “ And I refuse to listen to you sniffle all night. ”
He watches @crpuscules for a moment, that familiar guarded stillness she wears like armour, and something in his chest tightens — irritatingly soft. Without a word, Astarion drapes a heavy, embroidered cloak over
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