[ It is a bit ironic that Astarion set his own collar around his throat, for once. He loathes being leashed, nearly snaps his head back and loses this boon forever just to avoid it, but there is a sick little swoop in his gut at Gale doing the tugging, the thrill of watching someone so eager to please at the mercy of his own temptation.
Astarion loves a hint of corruption, for better or worse.
And so he lets himself be pulled a breath away from Gale, ever-conscious of the twin daggers in his thigh holsters if this takes a turn. If the stakes were less--if the trinket were interesting but not so powerful--Astarion would simply slip back into easy seduction.
He doesn't want to lose a reliable source of blood, either. They're both of use to each other. ]
I'll show you, then. [ Their faces close enough to kiss, it takes little effort to open his mind to Gale and offer the memory of snatching the bracers, if Gale will just press in. ]
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Astarion loves a hint of corruption, for better or worse.
And so he lets himself be pulled a breath away from Gale, ever-conscious of the twin daggers in his thigh holsters if this takes a turn. If the stakes were less--if the trinket were interesting but not so powerful--Astarion would simply slip back into easy seduction.
He doesn't want to lose a reliable source of blood, either. They're both of use to each other. ]
I'll show you, then. [ Their faces close enough to kiss, it takes little effort to open his mind to Gale and offer the memory of snatching the bracers, if Gale will just press in. ]