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"Well. When do I move in, darling?"

a contemplative tilt of his head. he can't say he hasn't thought about it , but there is a distinct thread of vulnerability that runs through astarion in his current predicament that he doesn't think he's a bad enough person to start playing games with. ' uh , pass... ' and he just hopes that his answer won't offend.

@rubyredtragedy asked: [ earlobe ] a light nibble on the partner's earlobe

A light brush of his sharp canines against her sensitive ear had her gasping out, shoulders hunching and head turning away as the sensation was oddly ticklish. Heat spread through her ear and over her cheeks, even as she turned to face Astarion, her hands reaching up to cup his face.

@rubyredtragedy asked; ' Step one of starting a conversation: think before you speak. ' (to lestat)

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 , 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞. a moment to pause , how apt to the former magistrate's point it is , yet if lestat were a cat his tail would be flicking in idle fury.

vampire's stare is so quick upon him , almost as if he imagines striking at him with it. red eyes so deep and dark one can only imagine the rivers of blood he has glutted himself upon in all his years in the upper city.

Her attempts to aid against the evanuris had led Samahla to many places in the past few months, and it was incredibly interesting to be here in Antiva now. She'd long wondered about Josephine's homeland.

She hadn't thought she'd end up allied with the Crows, though.

But that had been how she ended up spending the new year's eve atop one of far too many balconies in Treviso, watching the lights and celebrations below and talking to an extremely charismatic - if a bit unsettling - crow elf.

The kiss to his cheek was sudden. "For good luck in the year that's starting", she told him with a smile that was at once sunny and tired, and noticed that his skin felt cold. In many ways, the man felt like someone possessed, but she felt no traces of a spirit with him.

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It was fairly obvious Astarion wasn't comfortable with riding a horse, or at least not experienced. The way the other swayed and fidgeted in the saddle, as they continued along a quiet stretch of countryside road, even began affecting their shared mount. Though Regis had chosen this mare to hire for her calm disposition, she'd been flicking her ears and huffing despite her steady walk.

"I have an idea that may help, my friend," Regis offered amicably over his shoulder. Letting go of the reins, he reached to take gentle hold of Astarion's wrist with a murmur of, "If you'll pardon me." He guided the other vampire's arms into wrapping round his waist. After a single, soft pat to one palm, Regis let go to take up the reins again.

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Morren pulled her arrow from the dead bugbear's head. Thankfully the flint arrowhead was still attached to the shaft. She wiped it on the bugbear's clothing before she returned it back to her quiver. No sense in throwing away an arrow which could be used again even if she could easily make herself a new arrowhead if needed. Who knows when she would have the time and materials to craft more arrows for herself when she didn't have the supplies she had squirrled away in her former home.

She didn't notice - or rather hadn't been keeping her eye on - Astarion until his words made her jump. He was as silent as one of those mountain cats. Morren thought she was pretty perceptive but despite seeming to be so pale he almost glowed, he could be very stealthy when he needed.

After all, he'd tried to pull a knife on her when they had first met and she was wary of him trying a second time.

"No, but..."

But what, Lorelei? You think you can go into a bog and save a woman from a Hag? A real, genuine Hag?

"...We've been doing quite well taking care of the goblin village, I thought it might be good to double back and tie up loose ends. You know, make sure nothing comes back to haunt us when we're tadpole-free?"