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Astarion Ancunín
Astarion's scarlet eyes slide suspiciously toward the forest's edge as he hears a twig snap, but it's just Karlach, coming to relieve him of his watch. He sighs and nods; he was hoping it would be Hour taking over. They were the most entertaining of the group, and he had a soft spot for them since they'd let him drink their blood some weeks past. He could've used some distraction from the dark thoughts that had infiltrated his consciousness during his lonely watch, and maybe a bit of harmless flirting over wine. He hummed to himself as he skulked through the camp, hoping to spot them. When he peeked through their tent flap, he saw Hour fast asleep, the blankets thrown off. Must've gotten too warm. Warm...what a notion. He could see a swath of midriff peeking out beneath their undershirt. He licked his lips, creeping closer. He felt bold tonight, for some reason. Maybe the full moon? They just looked so...vulnerable. So tempting.
Gently, he ran a hand under their shirt and caressed their soft stomach. He wanted to go higher, but he waited to see if they would stir.
Hour?he called, stepping fully into the tent. They didn't stir, even when he crouched over them. It was nice, being able to look at them without being discovered. Perhaps more than looking would be nice, too...
Gently, he ran a hand under their shirt and caressed their soft stomach. He wanted to go higher, but he waited to see if they would stir.
Aren't you a sweet, sleeping thing?He murmured, brushing a hand across their nipple.
Shhh...Suddenly, Hour begins to stir.
Mmmmh?
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