[ Astarion is a gorgeous, gorgeous man, but there's something about seeing him with a smear of red on his lips that sends that beauty straight into the realm of otherworldly. It captivates him every time.
His fingers, still tangled in silver tresses, slide down to the vampire's neck, along the line of his jaw, where he oh so gently lifts his chin with a knuckle. His thumb traces over those crimson lips, smearing all the more. ]
Come here, darling. I need you.
[ And the reminder that they're both hale and whole and here. ]
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His fingers, still tangled in silver tresses, slide down to the vampire's neck, along the line of his jaw, where he oh so gently lifts his chin with a knuckle. His thumb traces over those crimson lips, smearing all the more. ]
Come here, darling. I need you.
[ And the reminder that they're both hale and whole and here. ]