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Tarquin was often quick to call others saps and hopeless romantics, to tease them about how besotted they were, and to accept he'd probably never see anyone act or talk like that about him. He'd been fine with it, really. No one had caught his eye to such a level anyway, so dealing with that much intensity from someone else would've just felt strange and stifling.

Like in so many things, Ashur was his exception.

Ashur just being himself had pulled Tarquin deeper and deeper into a slew of dreams and cravings and hopes. Ashur matching every one of those desires felt like the only time the Maker had ever shown Tarquin mercy. Ashur treating him with such adoration, even in small and casual ways, made Tarquin want to balk, to cling, to argue and say nothing and cry. And Ashur being so honest could still take Tarquin's breath away.

His hands lowered as he finished untying his hair, letting it sweep forward around his face while he shifted his weight back against the other man. Staring at the stars in question out the small window of his flat, Tarquin rested one palm on the arm looped round his bare waist while his other hand rested on Ashur's cheek. His own face was burning with ruddy pink from ear to ear. I don't know why you'd tie yourself to me... but please don't let go.

"Well, you get the added benefit of not fuckin' dying, does that count?" Ghost snored softly by the fire, while Bandit was loose and a short distance away quietly grazing, moonlight shining off his dark coat. Rook raised an eyebrow at the man before poking at the coals, a few small sparks bursting in the air.

Yet Another A-Z Smut Headcanon Prompt @serpentinemask

M - Masturbation: Is it a part of sex for your muse? Or is it something completely different? Do they enjoy watching their partner or being watched? Jasper is all for masturbation. It's a good stress relief and Maker knows that with the events of DAI he needs some stress relief. He would enjoy his partner watching him or a mutual masturbation session. The only thing is that he would find it very hard to keep his hands (among other things) to himself.

P - Preference: Does size really matter to your muse? Whether it be for others or toys in general. Do they have a favorite type of toy they like to use? If so is it the same to use on other people? No, not really. It's about how you use what you have, after all. He can appreciate those on the smaller side as well as the larger. He himself is on the larger side so he is concious that he needs to be somewhat careful with prep and foreplay so he doesn't accidentally end up hurting his partners. As for toys? Man would love being pegged or fucked with a dildo.

It was odd, being an actual part of the Wardens now and not just... on the outskirts, knowing things he maybe shouldn't from listening to his father. Stranger still, sitting with the former Black Divine. Former ties didn't matter in the Wardens, so they said, but still.

Kieran fussed over his pack for the millionth time, checking for an appropriate number of quills, ink, and notebooks. Snacks and a first aid kit were tucked in alongside the mess, just in case they ran into trouble. Things had settled, now that the gods were defeated and gone, however there were still a handful of darkspawn lingering, and Kieran wasn't keen on taking chances.

𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. overwhelming , acrid smells of alchemical compounds and the unpleasant business of prying apart pieces of monsters for their claws , teeth , mutagenic tissues. a necessary task and yet not one he'd let anyone inside the temple have to suffer to be around , though the small campfire he sets up gives away his location easily as the sun begins to slip a little lower in the late afternoon.

ashur finds him with no trouble at all , the priest's footsteps heard before geralt even looks up at him. he's pulling hellebore petals from stalks , foraging for them a tedious task and this even more , but it's simply the process. needs to be done. they're an integral ingredient in many a draught , and for another a very useful remedy for insomnia. something the witcher wishes he didn't need , but alas.

more of the purple-pink blooms are offered to him , ashur's outstretched hand carrying a bunch , along with a few white arenaria dotted between. his golden eyes fall upon them , and he considers it a moment. quite a kindness , and one that he didn't have to bring. especially not to him. and so with only a brief hesitation does geralt reach out , taking them from him carefully ... and dropping them with the others into the shallow basket on his lap to inevitably pull out the petals.

' thank you. '