[ Astarion can't help but lean into Gale's stroking like a contented cat, lashes lowered. It has been too long; the reminder seems to pull forth the weariness in his bones, very aware that the energy reserves he's been drawing from have long since run dry. Hasn't even had anyone to bite in the thick of battle, in this land of shadows. ]
I'll wake you with a nibble. [ Astarion lifts his gaze enough to watch as he curves a hand at the base of Gale's throat, letting go of a soft hum as his fingers cover the tendrils of his blight. ] Your throat does look naked without my marks.
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I'll wake you with a nibble. [ Astarion lifts his gaze enough to watch as he curves a hand at the base of Gale's throat, letting go of a soft hum as his fingers cover the tendrils of his blight. ] Your throat does look naked without my marks.