‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁

⠀⠀ ⠀𝑏eauty⠀⠀𝖎s⠀⠀a⠀⠀𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲.
⠀the⠀⠀𝒔un⠀⠀*⠀𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒⠀⠀what⠀⠀𝑖t⠀⠀once⠀⠀𝒌issed.

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

✦ ⠀𝒎𝒚 ⠀𝖉arling ,⠀even ⠀𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 ⠀𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺.
˚ ๋ ⠀of ⠀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 ⠀they ⠀were ⠀buried ⠀without.
╰ ⠀⋆ ⠀🩸

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

@ExcelWhiteLight “ This is simply more evidence. ”

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

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. ”

[𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐚 @ExcelWhiteLight]

(A small smile as she pours him a glass before she hands it over to him.)

'Delicate hands'?

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

@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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[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

gnawing at him is worth the risk she's dangling before him.

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

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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[𝓝𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗒 ( ₗᵢₜₜₗₑ ) 𝓣𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗋 @crpuscules]

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+

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

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

⬎

[🪽༺࿈⚚ ᚲᛊᛖᚾᚨ ᚲᚱᚢᛊᛏᚨᛚᚠᚨᛚᚲᚢᚱᛁᛖ ⚚࿈༻🪽 @ValhallaMaid]

༺ᛟ❝𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝒉𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒....❞ᛟ༻

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

“ — 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? ”

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

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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[𝓝𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗒 ( ₗᵢₜₜₗₑ ) 𝓣𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗋 @crpuscules]

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 +

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

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,

⬎

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

https://t.co/uILsiqVG3D

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

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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[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

/ I think it will be fun.

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

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. ”

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

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,

⬎

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

@lilacobsidian / She's doing everything right!

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

@fugueacres But a healer on standby? Tempting. You do know how to make a date sound exquisite.

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

Darling, regret is my specialty. The only thing I'd regret is not causing enough chaos along the way, and I intend to be very thorough.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝔬h, ‍ ‍𝘴𝘰 ‍ ‍𝗯𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙. @fugueacres]

you are about to will something into existence that you will severely regret.

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

@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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[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

https://t.co/LkTLBCuHwo

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

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

⬎

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

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. ”

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

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

⬎

[‎ ˖ ݁ 𝓟𝗮le ͡┈ 𝖊͟𝓁eg͜౿𝔞𝔫ce⃣ ︎ ︎ ݁ @paleelfbites]

@MelianYAY / I see you, dear.