[ Astarion is only half-listening. He's not typically this distracted by a flesh wound - Gale has bled around him plenty, after all - but it's been a while since he's had the chance to savor a meal. ]
I'm afraid I'm all out. [ A lie. There's a small bottle tucked in his belt, but Gale's hands are searching elsewhere. Astarion doesn't even catch the word lascivious as Gale palms him through his leather. ]
But I can clean up some of your mess. [ There's such a strange note to the smell of Gale's blood - sour but sweet, wrong for a human. Astarion had focused on the scent of it beneath his skin, that evening on the monastery roof, but now it's brought to surface and Astarion's curiosity (and hunger) is getting the best of him.
He bends his head slightly and brings Gale's hand to his mouth, just a sweep of his lips over bloody knuckles. Barely a touch, barely a taste. He flicks his gaze to Gale's face, eyes dark as he gauges his reaction. ]
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I'm afraid I'm all out. [ A lie. There's a small bottle tucked in his belt, but Gale's hands are searching elsewhere. Astarion doesn't even catch the word lascivious as Gale palms him through his leather. ]
But I can clean up some of your mess. [ There's such a strange note to the smell of Gale's blood - sour but sweet, wrong for a human. Astarion had focused on the scent of it beneath his skin, that evening on the monastery roof, but now it's brought to surface and Astarion's curiosity (and hunger) is getting the best of him.
He bends his head slightly and brings Gale's hand to his mouth, just a sweep of his lips over bloody knuckles. Barely a touch, barely a taste. He flicks his gaze to Gale's face, eyes dark as he gauges his reaction. ]