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𝐴𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑛 ([personal profile] exsangue) wrote in [personal profile] corporeity 2023-12-24 05:22 am (UTC)

Slowly. [ Astarion repeats it, like he's feeling out the word. Many things about undeath have been slow, excruciating even, but his victims have always been an endless churn, a blur of faces and names he's long since forgotten.

He is responsible for their deaths, even under Cazador's orders. Astarion doesn't often ruminate on his body count; there are things he does relish about bloodshed, but he's in his body when he's killing in a way that he never has been during sex.

Astarion has felt present with Gale. Even with a mouthful of Weave-blood, the world shimmering around him, Gale was solid and real. If he lost himself it was in him, not...somewhere else, somewhere far away.

He looks down at their hands, at Gale's cupped around his, before blinking up at him, searching his face for performance or uncertainty and finding only honesty instead. ]


You are full of surprises. [ Softly, with some degree of genuine awe. He shifts closer, can feel the steam rising off of Gale's skin between them where the spring's heat meets the cool air of the Underdark. ]

I don't know what I want. But I think I would like to find out, with you.

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