[ Gods, Astarion needs to stop being so cute or Winter's going to be in trouble! (He's already in trouble.)
He wasn't all bluster earlier. The compliments, things he has heard many times before, all strike him differently coming from Astarion, carried on that tone, breathed out against his skin. They travel through his whole body like electricity. ]
Mm.
[ Fingers flex against Astarion's scalp, his other hand curling into the folds of his shirt at the small of his back. ]
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He wasn't all bluster earlier. The compliments, things he has heard many times before, all strike him differently coming from Astarion, carried on that tone, breathed out against his skin. They travel through his whole body like electricity. ]
Mm.
[ Fingers flex against Astarion's scalp, his other hand curling into the folds of his shirt at the small of his back. ]
Go on.