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There would never be a dull moment and all of them expressing their distaste for gnomes. I feel like the Astarions would never leave.
Just imagine all of them ganging up on Cazador. 😂
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Just move at your own pace and what you're comfortable with. We still have discord and our devoted simps on there. 😂
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That is very true. I think you should do whatever you're happy with. 💜 You know I'm going to support you regardless.
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I flipped one of my muses and brought back Halsin. @HXGH_DRUID if anyone would like to follow and interact :3. I would be up to doing a halstarion ship and building something between them.
He sat up a little, back pressed against the wall behind them and smiled at him.
" A family portrait would make our home feel just as it should be. It would be a little difficult to get Earendil to sit still while the Artisan painted our likeness, but it shouldn't be ( + )
Crimson eyes lit up from the suggestion, followed by an immediate nod.
"Oh yes! That would be wonderful! A family portrait is just what we need."
He grinned. Sebastian was already beginning to think of some cute outfits to put their son in. He was certain Astarion would have —
Astarion curled his nose. Cazador reveled in having control over him; power over him. He existed for the sole purpose of being his former masters plaything. Those who had power could do whatever they wanted.
" Yes. They would be considered meals. "
He hadn't seen his face since he grew fangs and his eyes turned red. And yet, it was in front of him. An idea came to mind as he looked at Sebastian.
" My sweet. You're always full of surprises. " Another peck to his cheek. " Would you like to see the artisan and have ( + )
( + ) as crickets chirped their song off in the distance.
" You don't have to say a thing. " The spawn began. " If I had known, this wouldn't of happened. " Clasping his fingers together. " I apologize for making you relive something you wish to forget. "
As she croaked out the words, Astarion was silent. It explained plenty as to why she was prickly and why she compared him to this Trevyr. Perhaps, in this instance it made him no different to him.
The damp cloth taken, and beckoned to stop; he nodded and remained silent ( + )