#kyoran

“Little star,” Kyoran let the words roll softly over her tongue. “A sweet name.” “One my mother gave me.” Astarion softly smiled as he looked to the sky. “I was her little light.” “You never received an adult name…” Kyoran whispered into the night and looked over to see Astarion still staring up at the stars. “Another thing Cazador took from me.” He bit, though his words didn’t hold the same malice they once did. “No matter,” he turned over to softly hold her in his gaze, “The time has long passed for that.” Kyoran ran a hand through his curled locks, tucking a tuft behind his ear. “Did you ever want an adult name?” “At one point.” He nuzzled into her palm. “But I’ve grown to love hearing the sound of it fall from your lips, my dear.” He turned his head, pressing a chaste kiss gently into her palm. “For I’ve found that a little star will always look to its moon.” And as Astarion pulled away, crimson eyes flicked to hers. They were filled with love and admiration before Astarion leaned in to kiss Kyoran with a tenderness he rarely gave.

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Okay so my girlfriend and I have been doing a slowburn for Kadota and Izumi(i - yes ik its technically 2 i's shush) and it accidentally became my otp???

Erika had a big hand in shoving then together ofc but??? They're so great??? And i love them???

This is kinda long i think I’ll shove it under a cut

From this!

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning:

Kyo for sure, He’s such an early bird…. 

Who’s the one to make breakfast:

Does Ran know how to cook? Well since Kyo’s 

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed:

Kyo but like…… if he wants to be nice he shouldn’t let Ran eat in bed… if anything Ran would bring the food to bed with him honestly.

She should have pushed him away. She should have driven a stake through his heart. She should have kicked him out of the group. But, she didn’t. Instead, she offered her neck, kindly and freely, and told him to drink.

He’ll never forget the way her blood tasted as it flowed across his tongue. Sickly sweet and bright. Like a poison, it seeped into his veins, fueling him with strength he’d never known. As the velvety liquid flooded his senses, it pushed him closer and closer to feeling more alive than he’d felt in centuries. Rodents and Kobald be damned. Nothing could compare to her.

His mind had started to cloud, drunk on the taste of her. By the mouthful, he swallowed her ichor, losing a sense of self as he drank his fill. Thankfully, she remained more alert than he and pushed him off before he drank so much he’d regret it.

Licking his lips, Astarion stared at her neck, grinning to himself about the leniency he’d been given. She had every right to tell him no, but she hadn’t. She had every right to be angry, but the furrow in her brow displayed otherwise. She had every right to tell him to get lost, but she encouraged him to stay.

She was his first and she was divine, and Astarion found himself succumbing to the idea of her blood dancing across his lips for a second time. He could get addicted to the taste of her, fueling him with the feeling of life he’d long forgotten. Though, as much as he wanted to, he’d never ask for it.

”This is a gift, you know.” He decided on instead. “I’ll never forget it.”

He flexed his hands as he walked away, noting how they almost felt - warm? When was the last time he’d felt his own body produce heat? Was this the power of intelligent blood?

The blood - her blood - coursed through him unlike any other he had tasted before. It filled his body with vitality and breathed color back into his world. The sensation of life that overcame him felt unreal. And, before he even stepped foot out of camp, Astarion found himself craving more.

Shit.

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The following morning, Astarion’s head swam with the memories of the night before as Kyoran walked up to him.

He expected her to chastise him, tell him it was a “one-time thing,” and warn him to hide it and control his urges, but she didn’t. Instead, she stood soundly in front of him, the same as she always had, and asked him what they needed to do to keep him healthy and curb his hunger. Hells, she’d even defended him against the other party members when they swarmed his tent and warned him not to touch them. Not that he wanted to anyway.

A bit dumbfounded by the level-headed response, Astarion nearly stumbled on his words as he promised he wouldn’t drink the blood of any innocents. He’d only find his fill on creatures and criminals. So, when she offered her neck to him again, he couldn’t help but jump at the opportunity. He even promised to be careful and quiet in order not to disturb her rest when he did. And he certainly would if it meant he would get to taste time and time again.

She quickly nodded her approval before walking to Karlach’s tent. As he watched her go, Astarion couldn’t help the way his mouth watered at the promise of drinking from that lovely neck again. Kyoran enticed him and, for once, he didn’t care if it made him weak because it certainly made him happy.

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