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Astarion
[Setting]
Baldur's Gate - Hour's Home
The dim candlelight flickered against the stone walls of Hour's Bedroom, as they cast long shadows that danced like specters. The air was thick with the scent of aged wine and something darker—hunger.
Astarion stood before Hour's bed his eyes drawn to their peaceful sleeping, his crimson eyes burning with predatory intent after tracking down the intoxicating elusive scent to Hour. His silver-white hair caught the faint glow of the moon through the arched windows, framing his beautiful face carved from temptation itself. A smirk played at his lips as he closed the distance between them, each step deliberate, dangerous.
Hour's Eyes opened as they shivered, but didn’t pull away as they looked at him. There was no fear—only anticipation coiling low in their stomach. Astarion grip tightened slightly, tilting their chin up until their gazes locked.
Baldur's Gate - Hour's Home
The dim candlelight flickered against the stone walls of Hour's Bedroom, as they cast long shadows that danced like specters. The air was thick with the scent of aged wine and something darker—hunger.
Astarion stood before Hour's bed his eyes drawn to their peaceful sleeping, his crimson eyes burning with predatory intent after tracking down the intoxicating elusive scent to Hour. His silver-white hair caught the faint glow of the moon through the arched windows, framing his beautiful face carved from temptation itself. A smirk played at his lips as he closed the distance between them, each step deliberate, dangerous.
You smell divine, Darling.he purred, his voice velvet-wrapped steel. One pale hand traced the curve of Hour's jaw, fingertips cool yet searing where they brushed their skin. The touch causing Hour to stir and awaken from thier sleep.
So warm... so alive.
Hour's Eyes opened as they shivered, but didn’t pull away as they looked at him. There was no fear—only anticipation coiling low in their stomach. Astarion grip tightened slightly, tilting their chin up until their gazes locked.
Tell me to stop,
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