[ They’re going to be trekking through the Underdark for quite a while longer yet, unfortunately. (A part of Winter feels oddly at home here. He doesn’t dwell on it.) Why not enjoy what they can, when they can?
Which is to say, he knows an invitation when he sees it, the curve of his mouth sharpening with a different sort of hunger and he leans in readily to claim Astarion’s lips. The tang of copper blooms bright across his tongue, as he invites the taste of himself into his own mouth. Is this what Astarion meant? Hard to tell either way, but it’s certainly how he’s choosing to go about it. ]
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Which is to say, he knows an invitation when he sees it, the curve of his mouth sharpening with a different sort of hunger and he leans in readily to claim Astarion’s lips. The tang of copper blooms bright across his tongue, as he invites the taste of himself into his own mouth. Is this what Astarion meant? Hard to tell either way, but it’s certainly how he’s choosing to go about it. ]