"Astarion kept his face buried in her neck for a long moment, breathing deep and slow. Her hands in his hair, stroking across his back, felt like a lullaby. It was dangerous how easy it was becoming to forget himself, in these night-time meetings. Her body felt like lying next to a campfire: she was so warm and soft. He was a cat curled up on a windowsill, bathed in sunlight."
procrastinating from formatting my fics into html to upload on my website by posting this here instead - I love these two sm man ugh...
(also fun fact - this lil excerpt is from one of those very fics! a v smutty character study of them both lmao - I don't think I'm feeling brave enough to post it directly on here but I am summoning up the courage to hide it on my website, and will probs draw more art from it and my other lil stories in the near future ✨)
