* closed starter | @astaricn
the blood on nepharia’s neck is already coagulating, becoming a sticky, dark crimson substance contrasting against her pale, gray flesh. letting him feed from her only seemed fair, considering the succubus was also getting sustenance from his body as well, and she feels intoxicated on the potency of his life - force, though she didn’t take much from him. she needs him strong if they are to continue this journey. nepharia doesn’t necessarily trust the spawn, not fully — but she feels more inclined to try with each day that passes. he’s had her back thus far, though she’ll remain vigilant.
she lays nude in the grass, smooth blades cool against her whimsical touch as the high takes hold, she feels refreshed and happy. the act of sex between the two of them didn’t feel intimate, not really. it felt more like a transaction, and she could tell astarion was performing throughout the entire experience. she knows because she was doing the same thing. she rolls over on her side, watching as the vampire spawn stands with his back to her in the moonlight. she can see the familiar lines upon his flesh, taking a moment to realize they’ve been carved there, followed by the familiarity of the language, ` why do you have infernal carved into your back ? ` she asks, genuine curiosity in her tone, propping her head up in her palm, elbow planted in the grass.
