[ My darling Winter. What beautiful words, what a beautiful sound, carried on the tail end of Astarionβs self-restraint. It makes his heart ache to hear it, and that warmth is soon lanced through with a bright bolt of pain that makes him gasp, makes his whole body arch into the vampire on top of him.
Oh yes, he has ideas.
But for now, Astarion has more than earned the right to have his fill. He was quite gallant earlier, even if he was also quite stupid. (Winter understands he has no room to criticize because he was also quite stupid, though the pounding in his head has long been forgotten thanks to good drink and good company.) If nothing else, heβs learned that there is a time for licking oneβs wounds and a time to get lost in one another, and this is definitely one of the latter. Gods, he never wants Astarion to scare him like that again. ]
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Oh yes, he has ideas.
But for now, Astarion has more than earned the right to have his fill. He was quite gallant earlier, even if he was also quite stupid. (Winter understands he has no room to criticize because he was also quite stupid, though the pounding in his head has long been forgotten thanks to good drink and good company.) If nothing else, heβs learned that there is a time for licking oneβs wounds and a time to get lost in one another, and this is definitely one of the latter. Gods, he never wants Astarion to scare him like that again. ]