[ There's something different about the way Astarion looks at him these days, though Winter perhaps can't put a name to it now, he knows how it makes him feel. it makes that warmth constrict in his chest again, threatens to take his breath away. Astarion is a beautiful man, no doubt about it, but it's this look that captivates him most of all.
When he laughs this time, it's less a bright, clarion thing, and more of a low rumble that vibrates in his chest. ]
Well then, my daring savior... [ and of course, he reaches up to guide his hair away from his neck, head angling to give Astarion better access to the long, pale line of his throat. ] I'm all yours.
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When he laughs this time, it's less a bright, clarion thing, and more of a low rumble that vibrates in his chest. ]
Well then, my daring savior... [ and of course, he reaches up to guide his hair away from his neck, head angling to give Astarion better access to the long, pale line of his throat. ] I'm all yours.