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24.03.2024, 22:50
You're not one to speak curses. Who has the time for that? You certainly don't. Your day's filled with hunting. Sometimes it's for days. Someone special Cazador put his eye on. Sometimes you're free to choose. Only to get scolded because of who you brought to his feet. There's no winning with that man. Not even now. You're miles away and yet you think of him. You think of your life in Baldurs Gate. You still think of it as your presence. Despite not having done any of the things you usually do. You're as free as you could be. Given the circumstances.
He's still sending folk after you.
The corners of your mouth stay risen. Not faltering. Not once. Not even a bit. You can see right through her. Can sense what she's trying to do. It's adorable, really, that she think she can outdo you.
I'd recommend giving it a chance.
You lean forward then. Lips to her ears. Voice dangerously low.
Once you've had your taste I'm sure you'll be begging me to curse you.
Still smiling when you linger just a moment longer.
Her neck smells tempting.
And it'd sure be a better refreshment than the filth the goblins have around.
He's still sending folk after you.
The corners of your mouth stay risen. Not faltering. Not once. Not even a bit. You can see right through her. Can sense what she's trying to do. It's adorable, really, that she think she can outdo you.
Astarion
You lean forward then. Lips to her ears. Voice dangerously low.
Astarion
Still smiling when you linger just a moment longer.
Her neck smells tempting.
And it'd sure be a better refreshment than the filth the goblins have around.
