The Pale Elf

— ⊹₊⋆ ♱ shall i tell you of the night...

[ vampire by amber asylum ]

Bezi didn't make a habit of sleeping around strangers, but there were exceptions to most rules and as far as exceptions went, this one was pretty big. He and his traveling companions were each infected by a parasitic little hitch hikers, destined to turn into mind flayers. The possibility had kept him up for the first couple of days, but now? Lulled by exhaustion and the beginnings of trust in his fellow survivors, he was out like a light, sprawled under the open stars. Firelight danced across his tawny skin and his long, blond hair haloed his head in waves. His chest rose and fell with slow, deep breaths. One powerful hand lay harmless on his chest. He was the very picture of repose- until something caught his attention. Be it instinct, some heightened sense, or the very puff of Astarion's breath, the result was the same; Bezi's eyes popped open, and the hand on his chest snapped away to press itself to Astarion's own breast, buying room for Bezi's drowsy mind to catch up.

Only to instinctively slide back into his usual flirtatious cover. A smile gracing his pale features as half-lidded crimson eyes stared down. His vampirism was obvious now, fangs flashing in the gentle flicker of the campfire next to them as he spoke.

bloodweave (again)

went back and did some minor changes, thought id post again 🤷‍♂️