a gentle kiss is pressed to the spawn's cheek, followed by a loving pat on the shoulder as the paladin moves in closer to his ear. "let's try not to get too blood drunk when you go out on your hunt, alright? you're a bit . . . sloppy when you drink too much. " the words are whispered in a humored tone, a cheeky wink thrown in if only to make astarion smile. / some gustave/astarion (gustarion?) for you :0
the kiss was as gentle as the evening breeze, a fleeting thing that almost had him second-guessing whether it had happened at all. if it weren't for gustave's hand on his shoulder to ground him, and the teasing whisper by his ear, that is. they had certainly made strides in the past few weeks to no complaint of his. this was much more fun.
“ ... 'a bit sloppy?' ᅳand here i thought you enjoyed me at my most indulgent, ” astarion caught the man's wink, a wry smile curved at the edge of his mouth.
“ buuut, if you're so worried, perhaps you should join me. you know, keep me in check, ” astarion's smile was a full-blown grin, now, and every bit as lecherous as the rest of the crafted him. “ unless of course you're otherwise occupied or, afraid that you might end up just as intoxicated as me. i do have that effect on people, ” astarion plucked his sharpened dagger from the camp's whetstone and tucked it into it's leather sheath. not that he needed anything beyond his fangs, but it couldn't hurt to be cautious out here in the wilderness. “ so, what'll it be? ” @studiodrafts.
