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It seems as though indulging in a spot of lounging after waking had, quite literally, bitten her in the ass. Or gotten her ass bitten. A sharp jolt ran through her undead body as her so-called counterpart decided that her backside was a perfectly acceptable replacement for breakfast. Oh, these vampires… These problematic, impossible vampires.

If Astarion weren’t the mirrored echo of her own best and worst self, Astaria might as well have refused to deal with another of their kind entirely. And yet, here they were… sharing in the same space. More often than not found as one with him inside her, or the other way around should the woman decide to go for strap-ons.

Propping her upper half lazily on those pale, tired forearms as though the situation was more inconvenience than peril, Astaria raked those manicured fingernails through her hair and fussed with her curls a little. One quick gander stolen over her shoulder and—yup. He was still drinking. Of course he was. And the worst part? She was letting him.

“You do realise that this little stunt of yours gives me full permission to return the favour twofold whenever I please, don’t you?” There was this lazy slur to her voice, half-sleepy, half-awake. 

Still, Astaria wouldn’t have dared to move—she knew how dangerous it was, to jerk away with a pair of fangs that size sunken a few inches deep into her flesh. Any wrong shift and it would have torn her skin like paper. 

Not to mention she wasn’t entirely opposed ot Astarion’s little nightly indulgences…

“What’s next, then?” Provocatively, Astaria tipped her ass a little further to the press of those fangs on her. “Going to eat me out too once you’re done with that?”

Actually… not the worst idea, now that she thought about it.

Evune gave the vampire a side eye, she had come to the conclusion that most ideas Astarion had were morally dubious at best. However, some of them were highly entertaining, she enjoyed his snark more than she would care to admit, and she would be a liar if she claimed she wasn’t a fan of some tomfoolery and shenanigans.

She may have inadvertently encouraged it by giving him an enchanted pair of gloves that improved his sleight of hand, but he was the best thief among them. What else was she meant to do? She certainly wasn’t above some thievery as long as it was needed and/or the person deserved it. Rifling through Kagha’s things and helping themselves to her letters had been Evune’s idea after all, and the gloves helped them succeed.

“What exactly did you have in mind?” She asked, trying and failing to not let on her intrigue.

@venusfangs spoke: The circus only appears at midnight, rising from the fog in a clearing that wasn’t there the day before. By dawn, it vanishes—along with anyone who stayed inside too long.

⚔︎ ▍ Dark Horror / Gothic Carnival ▍ ♪

With Faenethra's aversion to the sun paired with Astarion's inability to withstand sunlight, their options for little adventures were significantly minimized. Not that Faenethra minded that. As long as she had the chance to help people--whether they liked her or not--she didn't care where she ended up.

It's just... A circus..?? Really..?? She hated the blasted one that was in Baldur's Gate during their time in the city. She still couldn't get the sight of the clown's severed body parts out of her head...not to mention the humiliation of the fake clown's 'performance', along with all of the other circus members that made her skin crawl. Overly enthusiastic people just made her itch sometimes...

" don't move- you're going to make it worse. " ( for a muse of your choice! ) | @venusfangs

As invincible as he would like to think himself to be, the Blade of frontiers was not. Most of the time he was able to fight off most of his foes, and with ease. However, the shadow-cursed lands made him feel weaker than he ordinarily was. So much so that the only remaining possessed humanoids had managed to connect a corrupted blade to his side.

The enemy had been quickly disposed of, but that left Wyll bleeding from the wound. The sword was still dug in his side as he tried to stand. Wyll grunted in pain, stopping when Astarion told him to halt his movement. "It's only a small wound, nothing a cleric can't heal." Wyll glanced down at the wound, watching as some blood stained his shirt. "I've dealt with worse."

Still he sat remained seated, letting Astarion have his way for the time being. "Thanks for the save back there, I didn't anticipate that much trouble. Probably would have been worse if you weren't there." He frowned and shook his head. "I've fought many foes but this? This is something else. What Ketheric his done to this land..."

"I don't suppose you know any healing spells, do you?" There seemed to be some kind of darkness coming from the blade, as if the curse was still active. Likely would have consumed him had they not been under Isobels protection. "This... this is new."

"prettiest girl? you mean baby?" the tip of her tongue peeks out between her teeth when she grins, one eyebrow noticeably higher than the other. "she already adores you, astarion. you don't have to try and compliment her like that ...... even though i know she happens to like it when you do."

yes. baby. baby the six - legged displacer beast who has a resting snarl only a mother could love. that's obviously who he's asking about ... and yet she's the one who's cheeks have gone more than a little pink, and it's been too cloudy the last day or so for her to claim it's from too - much - sun.

"i mean, who wouldn't like to be called the prettiest girl in faerûn?"

( she's doing just fine, actually. )

@venusfangs spoke: "Ah yes, nothing says 'Halloween' like a ghost in a cowboy hat."

⚔︎ ▍ Spooky Season ▍ ♪

" I think you and I have different views on what 'Halloween' looks like, " the drow replied with a barely-concealed smirk. Though it wasn't always so easy to tell when one was joking or not, at least this time Faenethra could read the sarcasm off of the pale elf. So, she retorted with a slight jest of her own--rare, true, but Faenethra was capable of humor every now and then.

She crossed her arms over her chest and turned her attention back to the offending decorum. The universal design of a little white ghost was cute, but it lost all of its glamour once you've met a real spirit. And Faenethra wouldn't say that spirits were so uncommon in Faerûn, so...what's the point of having it?

What If We Kissed ? Prompts | Accepting | @venusfangs

Shadowheart can't help but frown at Astarion's words. Who does he think she is ? She's probably as experimented as he is. Or if it's a bit less, she's definitively experimented. At least she thinks so. After all, she's curious. It's not because she can't remember her previous lovers that she didn't have any. After all, there are many things she can't remember right now. It doesn't mean anything.