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an independent, semi-selective blog for raena aldwir, a veil jumper warrior rook, from dragon age veilguard, though able to write elsewhere in dragon age timeline. open to other fantasy fandoms including asoiaf and baldur's gate 3. written by tori. 18+.

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@anothercrowbastard asked: [ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

An assassin is used to seduction, to winding off poetry and vulgarity in equal measure. Raena knew this. She knew that all of the crows she had come across so far knew the same steps, could seduce a target as easily as stabbing them in the back. Yet until now, she had not been on the receiving end of it herself.

It started with Esha stepping into her space, his bodily warmth within her reach and radiating against her. An arm above her head against the wall, his chest to hers, it all allowed him to lean in impossibly close and bring his lips to her pointed ear, breath warm against her skin. Fingertips graced softly along her jaw, guiding her head towards him, to speak right into her ear.

The words he whispered to her blurred into one mess, a promise of what he wanted to come to pass between them; how he wished to touch her and bring her to pleasure, to have her beg for more or that it was too much. Gradually heat ran to her face, her heart beginning to race, and soon enough with Esha so close everything became too much, too hot, too overwhelming. With nowhere to go, Raena buried her face into his shoulder, face hidden from his view, whilst her hands gripped at the front of his clothes, muffling the whine that escaped her lips. Perhaps he meant every word or perhaps he only meant to rile her up. Either way, it certainly worked at the latter.

She could feel him pull back slightly as he stopped speaking, a pause before Raena looked up, sure that her face was red from his words.

@estarion asked: [needy.] sender teases receiver about how desperate they look.

She's not surprised in the slightest that Astarion picked up on her desperation. No, if anything, she expected it from him, to pick up on it and to tease her relentlessly for it. Clothes askew, flashes of flesh as her shirt hung loosely over her shoulders, with her chest flushed a deep red in her flustered, aroused state. Astarion's cool fingers were welcomed against her hot skin, but his smug grin as he leaned over her she could do without.

Raena could feel her face burning up by the second under his gaze, fingers tracing paths along her waist, thumbs digging into the dips of her hips. He had not really touched her all that much, not overtly intimately anyway; but even the brush of his lips along her neck, along the pointed tip of her ear, with whispered teasing remarks had been enough to rile her up. Now Raena could not decide whether she wanted him to touch her more, to devour her, or whether to shove him off in her flustered, embarrassed state. It's all too much and not enough all at once. Instead, she whined in her frustration at him and covered her face with both hands, eyes screwed shut.

#VEILBLADE; with a shield for a heart, and a sword for a tongue.

a warrior veil jumper rook based in dragon age, with a verse in baldur's gate 3.