"Precisely," Astarion murmurs. "You're not dying on our watch. Rosita, darling, he said he'd like you to help me - perhaps you'd lend a hand? Or just a finger, at least."
He's relaxed enough now to take one more, he thinks, and kisses across Jacob's neck before nipping his neck - too shallowly to draw blood, but hard enough to sting.
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Date: 2024-11-17 04:11 pm (UTC)From:"Precisely," Astarion murmurs. "You're not dying on our watch. Rosita, darling, he said he'd like you to help me - perhaps you'd lend a hand? Or just a finger, at least."
He's relaxed enough now to take one more, he thinks, and kisses across Jacob's neck before nipping his neck - too shallowly to draw blood, but hard enough to sting.