Have I? [ Spoiled is not the word most would use for the experience of being a vampire's go-to snack, but Astarion feels a surge of pleasure that Gale's chosen it. He has always been less-than as spawn: leagues less powerful than Cazador, less important, less worthy. Gale has been open about enjoying the bite, yes -- and his affection for Astarion -- but the intertwining of both still feels so fresh, after two hundred years.
Astarion feels the tender bones and sinew beneath his fingers, sweeping them up below Gale's jaw, the warmth of his pulse and scratch of his beard. ] Do go on.
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Astarion feels the tender bones and sinew beneath his fingers, sweeping them up below Gale's jaw, the warmth of his pulse and scratch of his beard. ] Do go on.