The Judge and Coyle from Outlast Trials. Their lines to each other give me life <3

He's successfully saved her from the criminals attempting to thwart the courthouse trial. He's just making sure she gets home safe! And will definitely not ask for payment for his fine protection, no sir. He's not that kind of guy! It was his duty and obligation to see to it that Justice was carried out. His pleasure, really. Besides, he knows she'll be happily offering.

"You'll come crawling back. Nobody ever really loses a taste for the glove."

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Kinktober Day 1 - Leather

Headcanon: Astarion learned how to play a variety of instruments under Cazador. This was not a pleasant process.

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Cazador stared, unblinking. So still, like a statue. With just the two of them there was no point in pretenses. He didn’t breathe, didn’t swallow. Didn’t make the little movements that implied any sort of humanity. In contrast, Astation was forced to cling to those little things.

Remember to blink, at least three times a minute. Steady breaths, in and out. And most of all, ignore the pain. Ignore the burn and sting as his fingers slid gracefully along the strings. Ignore the ever-present gnawing of his stomach. Astarion’s lips were shaped into a soft, pleasant smile. Something he’d worn as a magistrate in difficult situations and now perpetually plastered on, a mask he wore to hide the pain and fear that wracked him day in and day out. 

He’d learned early on Cazador had no patience for anything like a show of displeasure. 

The strings bit into his fingers, each one its own little agony. They’d been at this for hours upon hours. Blood dripped from each string, making each note simultaneously sticky and slick. But Cazador demanded perfection. As the final note died down, he glanced towards his master for approval, swallowing the bitterness that such a word came so easily to him now.

Blazing red eyes met his own. He knew that no praise would be forthcoming.

“Your technique is passable, but where is the passion? The joy of the song? Surely you don’t seek to sway me with such a lifeless performance?” every word was mocking, reveling in his slave’s torment. “Again.”

"Yes, my dear? What's this?"

"Well, you said you didn't know what you looked like so..."

"Oh, for me? Oh you shouldn't have!....you really, really shouldn't have."