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astarion ([personal profile] ancunin) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2023-10-24 05:49 am (UTC)

[ His eyes roll nearly to the back of his head, and he laughs, nothing like the nervous chuckles that escaped his lips earlier.

He can hardly be annoyed right now. Not with her blood coursing through his veins. It'll take far more than a bad joke about age and wrinkles to dampen his mood. If they were elsewhere, say at camp, he'd take his leave right about now. Take to the dark to hunt something large and mean. He's sated for the moment, riding a high he's been missing for two weeks - even so, a meal from a willing donor isn't ever completely filling, not unless they're giving you everything.

This hunger isn't romantic like the blood merchant's fantasies. It's a curse.

But as he feels her sway like that his expression softens slightly. The hand on her back slips to her waist, his other hand on her shoulder, and with both he starts to guide her toward one of the alcove beds. ]


Come along. Before you topple over and bruise that pretty little head of yours.

[ She can lie down, and he can find something to clean her up with. ]

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