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"I love you..."

Everyone's favorite words fall from Altaire's lips with such breathless passion (Insight Check: Successful!) Astarion can hear the tieflings usually calm heart beat pound harder than it ever has before—his skin unusually hotter to the touch, indicating obvious attraction, but most importantly the tan skinned tiefling was telling the truth.  Words Astarion never would think to hear genuinely ever again.

"Maybe the Gods made me for you and that's why they didn't answer your prayers," he chuckles, half joking, "If only I was born a hundred years earlier though—I would have stopped Cazador right then and there myself."

His clawed fingers gripped and tangled onto the fabric of Astarion's tunic before finally lifting his head up, meeting the vampire's soft crimson gaze, "Gods, I want to kiss you...may I?" Altaire murmurs, releasing his grasp on Astarion, brushing his thumb against his lips once more—a look of desperation and need crossing his face. Should Astarion choose to kiss him, he'd accept him fully.

-@astariondisapproves

Astarion gasped as he heard those words. He had heard them many times together, said them so often together as well. But he didn't think he had ever believed them. Now though, at this exact moment, he thought himself capable of loving, and being loved. And that realisation was enough to make a lump jump to his throat.

"Let's not think of that, now," Astarion whispered when Altaire brought up his past, placing a hand on his cheek. "I don't doubt that you would-" He spoke without thinking. Never did he ever think that someone would have been able to save him from Cazador. But in that moment, the words fell as naturally from his lips as leaves from a branch. In that moment, he really did believe that someone out there really did see him as both worthy, and capable, of being saved. "I don't doubt that you would have... But I don't want to think about the past now. I just want to think about you."

"I-... I love you too."