#c-leric

@c-leric liked for a Nimue!

Truthfully, Nimue felt a sort of kinship with Shadowheart. They didn't know much about one another, sure, but they also didn't know much about themselves. Both felt tinged with a darkness they couldn't manage to escape. Did they want to escape the shadows, at all?

As always, questions of looming darkness were shoved into the back of her mind as she moved to sit next to the cleric in the, well, dark. The night. Most of the camp was asleep.

@c-leric || unprompted

Astarion hadn’t mastered love. Never thought himself built for it either. Yet, with the torches hanging low and flames swaying to the delicious melody of Shadowheart’s heartbeats, it was hard not to cave in to sentiment. There was nothing quite as powerful or half as daunting as the feeling the vampire had nurtured for that woman.

An inhale pried his lips apart. Sharp… ravenous.

Lips ghosted over the rye-rum sweetness of her sun-baked skin. The blood pulsing in her veins sang to him, faint enough to tease, loud enough to linger.

“Gods, Jen… You’re delicious.”

He wasn’t sure which part of the moment landed his fascination the most: the lazy ebb and flow of her winding breath, that intoxicating scent braiding in his lungs like smoke on thin air, or the rise of Shadowheart’s smile.

I want to kiss you.

Ruinous lust cloyed in the pit of his stomach thick enough to clot, sizzling hot and celestial, and Astarion cursed gods he did not worship in tongues he’d never known for putting that woman in his path.

“Hm?” Astarion hummed, choosing to bank a hand onto Shadowheart’s throat, forearm clamped between the dunes of her breasts.

When his lips connected to the swell of an early spine valleyed by a few strays curling down her nape, he smiled into the kiss. Tongue poked out to press flat to the slant where shoulder met neck and mouth closed to pull at the skin with enough pressure to bruise.

“...I know it does.” He could smell her excitement in the air, an adrenaline-laced kaleidoscope of scents that called to him. Beckoned him like the siren’s song.

@c-leric || bringing the sucker out of this bloodsucker

Astarion can tell Shadowheart has spent the last of her strength feuding about. With arms wrapped around her waist from behind, he touches the pad of an index to the tip of her nose before landing a kiss on the gentle swell of her cheekbone.

"Surely, you didn't think you could get away with that, did you... darling?"