💀 4.1k update 💀 the dark urge/astarion/enver gortash 💀 nothing healthy is happening here 💀 the inherent tragedy of the vampire ascendant astarion 💀 part of the series "I am resolved. I shall not repent."
"Who knew we could make such an effective duo?” Gortash says.
He pours a generous amount of wine into two goblets and offers one to Astarion. Gortash must have brought it with him, as the scent that wafts over to Astarion is nothing like the bottles in the cellar. Even if Astarion hates the man, Gortash has a keen sense for wine. He has a taste for full-bodied reds with strong notes of leather and pepper. Astarion takes the offered drink, and he’s careful not to let his fingers brush Gortash’s as he does. When he lifts it to his lips, it’s not what he expects. This choice is earthier and more understated, and it slides easily across his tongue. What it lacks in body it makes up for in the aftermath, burning warmly down Astarion’s throat in a way usually reserved for blood. Astarion recalls tasting it once before on Faust's lips on a night Gortash was to commune with Bane to discuss the next steps of his plot, a sign of worsening nerves.
“If we can conquer a Netherbrain, we can conquer a wayward Bhaalspawn,” Astarion says.
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