[ Even if Astarion was someone less observant to a partner's wants and needs, it would be hard to miss the sudden tension that takes hold over Alucard's body. He pulls back slowly, releasing his wrists again, his red gaze searching his companion's expression for some explanation - though he's just as quick to actually ask with a hint of concern coloring his own pale features: ]
Something wrong?
[ Alucard's gaze is fixed over his shoulder, and Astarion sits up to look behind him only to find nothing he can see. He turns back to Alucard, confused. ]
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Something wrong?
[ Alucard's gaze is fixed over his shoulder, and Astarion sits up to look behind him only to find nothing he can see. He turns back to Alucard, confused. ]