𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇.

can you help me with something in the bedroom?

if you don't stop looking at me like that, we're going to have a problem.

beg for me.

i'm imagining what we'd be doing if we were together.

you're going to get down on your knees, and then you're going to taste me.

i've never seen you like this before.

i'm sure we could find somewhere to be alone.

i've been having filthy thoughts all day.

do you want to lie down for a bit?

i need to feel you inside me.

why aren't you here right now?

once we start, i don't think i'll be able to stop.

i need you so bad right now.

how badly do you need me?

i love watching you touch yourself.

come for me.

what do you want me to wear to bed tonight?

that feels so good.

you don't know what you do to me.

i'm under your spell.

i'll make sure you feel good.

i'll do anything you ask.

spank me.

i love when you let me take control.

just like that.

that was so good, baby.

i need to get you home right now.

i thought about you last night.

do that again.

you like that, baby?

look at me while you take it.

pleasing you is my only purpose.

i just want to make you happy.

take your clothes off. lie down.

fuck me hard.

just like that.

how do you want me?

i'm dripping wet.

i can't wait to get you home.

i've never wanted anyone like this before.

grab me in public.

i love your body.

you're making me so fucking horny.

i wish we were home.

i just want to rip your clothes off right now.

don't stop.

wanna see what i have on underneath?

i want you on top of me.

i've never been fucked like this before.

grab my hair.

grind into me just like that.

no one can touch you the way i do.

you make me feel amazing.

pull on my hair.

tonight is all about you.

bite me.

i'm not wearing any panties.

walk in front of me so i can watch you.

don't look at me like that.

i bought something for us to use together.

you turn me on.

have you ever done that before?

i need to feel your body against mine.

you're really sexy when you wear that.

i keep fantasizing about what i'm going to do to you later.

please don't make me beg.

fuck my mouth.

i want you all over me.

And why do you fear it so much? It is a part of you. It is what you are.

" I have no control over it! " Had he not seen how that beast inside her had taken over? He had been forced to restrain her and now he talked about having a CHOICE, about digging in your heels against forces beyond her control. " My ... condition is not like vampirism I cannot simply find alternatives for it or fight it with nothing but strength of will. It takes control of my body, my mind, I wake up and my hands are DRENCHED in blood and guts and I don't know where any of it came from. " Her anger was not directed at her companion though he might feel that way as she raised her voice at him. It was directed at herself, at her own inability to put an end to her nightmares.

astarion just wants her to know that she's not alone in this, none of them are, and while he wants to cringe at the utter soppiness of that sentiment he knows that if he hadn't been so isolated he might've not made some of the choices he made. granted, for many of them he had no choice at all. he's so used to people scorning him and looking at him with contempt because of what he is and on some level can sympathize with wren's plight, because more parents likely told scary stories about bhaalspawn more than they did vampires. sacrificing a childhood full of safety and reassurance was the cost of letting them know that faerun was full of creatures lurking in the dark like them, he supposed. but what did astarion know about parenting? he's not afraid of wren even if he should be clutching his pearls and warning all of baldur's gates wretched little orphans about her, because he's seen sadistic, cruel monsters drunk on power and he knows in his gut that wren is not that. call it foolishness or intuition, astarion cares little. astarion clenches his jaw when she raises her voice at him, pale brows furrowing until a wrinkle appears on his forehead, letting out a sigh. "i'm not saying it would be easy. how could it be? when i was cazador's thrall, i gave up on myself. i was flayed for the fleeting moments of altruistic autonomy i had, and so laying down or playing dead, ha -- felt easier." astarion laughs, mirthless as his gaze on wren's face narrows, oscillating between resignation and determination. it's not like he had any concrete solution to wren's problem, and he'd been more than content turning a blind eye to her dagger-happy indulgences, but ultimately having a choice in the matter was what counted most. she resisted it once, even if they had to resort to tying her up, so he doesn't see why they couldn't do it again. "all i'm saying, darling, is not to give up. or give in. there is a choice here and i'll support you regardless. but do you think you'd be happy doing all of daddy's depraved murderous bidding?" if all wren's future held was blood and impulsive slaughter, it might as well be of her own making. the best murders were personal and premeditated, after all.

astarion rolls his eyes at the comparison to gale, but he'll admit to the similarity of them both being figuratively and literally hungry for power, and he enjoys a good natured ribbing even when it's at his expense. "and you've been watching me eat for, what? scientific purposes? why, i had no idea you were so curious about me, nor did i know you had a voyeuristic side. i'm curious about you too, for whatever that's worth." an amused grin tugs at his lips, the teasing feeling like second nature which astarion considers an oddity, an outlier considering how little they have in common. if wyll had been a gur or any other variety of monster hunter instead of a folkhero, it's likely they'd be enemies instead of allies. he considers it good fortune that wyll is capable of listening to reason, as well as listening to astarion at all, but he figures the cruel and whimsical gods of faerun owe him some luck. putting his own neck on the line for the sake of others is something that's only ended in humiliation and pain for him, so he's always reluctant to do so without a little prompting. so astarion keeps to the shadows, to what he knows best as he launches some poison soaked arrows into the flanks of the myrkulites surveiling the prison. wyll foils his stealth, flamboyant and fanciful attacks that astarion observes with a keen eye. once he's disposed of the cultists, their repugnant bone summons crumbling into dust astarion assists wyll with the warden, firing an arrow into her quadriceps to hinder her movements. prone prey is always more pliable, after all. he eyes the rubble of the prison walls, hoping wyll's done enough damage to escape through without them having to retrieve wulbren's blasted hammer. the deep gnomes bust through the opening, his worries abated and astarion relaxes only slightly, his fingers already poised to nab more arrows from his quiver. "quickly, now! we'll hold them off!" astarion's tone is terse, but he's learning this whole sympathetic hero thing as he goes. barcus and the tieflings better be fucking grateful.

it's reprehensible, really, what a good influence wyll is on him. at first he regarded wyll with smug condescension, doubting the bard tales about him alongside his true and honest nature. there is no one that can be that good without a hidden dark side. now with wyll's infernal ornaments, there's physical proof the man is not infallible or perfect, although it evidently comes with the caveat of being scorned by his former peers. initially, astarion thought wyll was soft-hearted as well as a bit soft in the head, but that seemed to be far from the truth because whenever astarion said something out of turn to him he was more than capable of holding his own in the sass department. astarion blinks, genuinely shocked before he bursts out laughing, tossing his head back with a beaming fanged grin. "why, that's a very pragmatic point of view. and not at all as sanctimonious as i was expecting. truth be told, maybe i got you mixed up in my head with gale - not that you share anything in common aside from getting on my nerves. although you are much more concise." unless wyll is sharing details or telling a tale of monsters past slain, then he does tend to ramble a little, but who is astarion to split hairs when he starts nervously rambling upon faced with a grain of sincerity? to his knowledge wyll has no desire to ascend to godhood aside from the kind of social status that can be acquired from being in a bard's song, which really isn't much. he raises a skeptical pale brow, a vain attempt at appearing like he isn't already convinced before rolling his eyes. "fine, since i do like the way you've framed it as merely a detour. we can pretend we're sightseeing on holiday, but i can't imagine the moonrise prisons have very good amenities." his face pales with horror, recognition dawning on his face. "you're right, we really should get them out of there." contrary to the way it seemed, astarion was in fact taking this seriously, but sometimes it took laughing in the face of what was probably certain death to cope with the fact that they were doing it at all.

neyvin scrunches up their face in a look that finds a way to somehow sit perfectly between confusion and annoyance. "well, i can't say anyone has ever called me 'slow to trust'." even as they give a small chuckle, neyvin rubs the back of their neck, clearly uncertain.

but, he did appreciate that, if nothing else, astarion was at least...forthright about calling him out. he feels a bit guilty that he had to be. and that he was letting himself show animosity.

in truth, astarion had done little to earn neyvin's distrust other than exist. and she feels a bit bad for holding that against the vampire spawn. tav had assured her that the other was perfectly safe, and while he trusted that, she also was well...not always sure if it was true.

the firbolg sighs, "i don't have any issue with you, truly. tav said you won't bite anyone at camp, and i believe them. and you don't seem a bad sort, at least not in that regard. i've dealt with undead who have bad intentions and you ain't that. but..." he shifts, "i'm not exactly used to people whose default isn't...helping others."

oh, gods help him. faerûn was absolutely over-run with these self-sacrificing hero types and there seemed to be no end in sight. wasn't dealing with wyll ravengard and gale dekarios enough of a sign of his unwavering patience? he'd known that his reveal as a vampire spawn would paint him in an untrustworthy light for a good while, but did that mean nary a hair on his well-coifed head could stray in the meantime? but regardless of his feelings, neyvin at least respects him enough to do as he'd ask and clarify what was troubling them, so he'll hear her out. he looks up at them, worrying the swell of his bottom lip between his teeth before letting a scoff.

"why, yes, darling. idealistic and foolish does about sum it up. it's not that i don't like it, but if we stop to help every ill-fortuned halfwit or freshly orphaned child we come across, we could be addressing more urgent matters. you know, the old 'i have to help myself before i can help anyone else' shtick? besides, i'm a rogue vampire spawn, not a flaming fist or harper." it's not that astarion can't be a force for good or is even vehemently opposed to it, he's capable of plenty of goodness when the mood strikes him. but it was harder to be selfless and generous when you have the threat of turning into an illithid or a true vampire breathing down your neck. astarion isn't sure neyvin understands that.

can you help me with something in the bedroom?

if you don't stop looking at me like that, we're going to have a problem.

beg for me.

i'm imagining what we'd be doing if we were together.

you're going to get down on your knees, and then you're going to taste me.

i've never seen you like this before.

i'm sure we could find somewhere to be alone.

i've been having filthy thoughts all day.

do you want to lie down for a bit?

i need to feel you inside me.

why aren't you here right now?

once we start, i don't think i'll be able to stop.

i need you so bad right now.

how badly do you need me?

i love watching you touch yourself.

come for me.

what do you want me to wear to bed tonight?

that feels so good.

you don't know what you do to me.

i'm under your spell.

i'll make sure you feel good.

i'll do anything you ask.

spank me.

i love when you let me take control.

just like that.

that was so good, baby.

i need to get you home right now.

i thought about you last night.

do that again.

you like that, baby?

look at me while you take it.

pleasing you is my only purpose.

i just want to make you happy.

take your clothes off. lie down.

fuck me hard.

just like that.

how do you want me?

i'm dripping wet.

i can't wait to get you home.

i've never wanted anyone like this before.

grab me in public.

i love your body.

you're making me so fucking horny.

i wish we were home.

i just want to rip your clothes off right now.

don't stop.

wanna see what i have on underneath?

i want you on top of me.

i've never been fucked like this before.

grab my hair.

grind into me just like that.

no one can touch you the way i do.

you make me feel amazing.

pull on my hair.

tonight is all about you.

bite me.

i'm not wearing any panties.

walk in front of me so i can watch you.

don't look at me like that.

i bought something for us to use together.

you turn me on.

have you ever done that before?

i need to feel your body against mine.

you're really sexy when you wear that.

i keep fantasizing about what i'm going to do to you later.

please don't make me beg.

fuck my mouth.

i want you all over me.