[bananiii-0]

[miurgen]

It was a good day for an unhinged Gale drawing :>

Edit: Okay, I shan't call it a doodle 😅❤️

(Twitter prompt)

[stdismas]

Astarion Ancunin in Baldur's Gate 3 (2023).

[thecrowsteeth]

An Astarion study I drew last year!

I'll be slowly adding art here and mixing it up with newer stuff, but I quite like these still.

[feypromised]

As often as they were at each other's throats in more ways than this, Avarice couldn't help but think of the prissy little vampire as a kindred spirit - voracious hunger and a bottomless greed only tempered by circumstance. They had both experienced starvation and destitution, had both been forced to fight for another man's scraps, and now took no pleasure for granted. Riches, knowledge, power, lust, love. Not that the latter had anything to do with whatever the fuck this was, but he couldn't deny a certain appeal to the way Astarion's long, elegant fingers curled into his hair or the way his blood was savored like a delicacy. Poised over him like this, dug in and clutching, there was a realness to the other that fled come morning when all those masks laid back in place. Ava liked him real - enough to let him gnaw on his throat every night, anyway.

Enough to feel his cock stir in these stolen moments of intimacy, too.

Idiot. He could practically hear Aud's voice in his ear, imagined but no less loud, and his brother would be right. What sort of braindead fool got off on being a vampire's nightly meal? Maybe the tadpole situation was worse than they all thought, wriggling around their skulls and munching up all the gray matter that might've stopped him from wanting this - because he did. Fuck, he wanted it. The heat of Astarion's body growing warmer by the moment as he supped on hot, living blood. The weight of that slimmer frame pressed flush against their bulk, tucked in as if their limbs were meant to slot together. The wet, pain-tinged wound at his throat soothed by the purr-like hum of Astarion's feasting. The danger of it all... Maybe that was the most enticing part of all, and the part that truly awoke a yawning hunger of his own, cock half hard and straining against the front of his leathers - straining against the lean thigh pressed right up against it in a way too precise to be accidental.

Ava was hardly in any mood or position to deny him, not when heady bloodloss had him feeling drunk and boneless, all but putty in the vampire's hands - and mouth. Back arched and hips hitched, just barely swallowing the gasp that threatened to betray him as that thigh pressed more firmly against his growing cock, hard and wanting, pulsing like a second heartbeat. Could Astarion hear it? Hear the blood rushing downward and feel the heat of it throughout? Though he was mostly Drow to look at, the fire of the Hells still burned in his veins and he certainly felt hot-blooded now. Their own hands rose to Astarion's hips, slipping up just beneath the hem of his shirt and settling against bare skin at the hem of his pants, fingers curling inward, digging into pale flesh to make marks of their own.

He knew it was wise to end this feast but couldn't deny the twinge of disappointment as he felt those fangs withdraw. The final drag of a tongue over that still bloody wound coaxed a purr of his own, impossible to stifle nor the moan which followed with his mouth agape. And of course, there was Astarion perched overtop him as if utterly unaffected by the situation. As if Ava couldn't see the bulge of his cock tenting already tight pants or felt it pressed against their thigh with each idle rock of the vampire's hips earlier. It wasn't just that, no - the ruffle of once perfect white curls, the flush of a pale face, the blown wide state of red eyes all but swallowed in black, the frilled fabric of his stupid, fancy little shirt all askew. Gods, it was the hottest thing they'd ever seen. An already sinfully pretty elf made all the prettier by those hints of genuine pleasure and the disarray it inspired.

"Could be better," Ava snarked back, both a petty tease and a promise of what could follow. Fingertips dug deeper, doubtlessly bruising the soft flesh beneath as he got a proper hold on Astarion's hips and used that grip to rock them in a slow back and forth, grinding the pretty thing down against his broader thigh. "Unless you're too afraid to get dirty, Princess," he teased without the usual bite of their back and forths but a grin no less snarling, teeth bared. "Can't have you ripping this pretty shirt -" a hand relinquished its hold on Astarion's hip to tug at the neck of said shirt, no longer as stark white as it'd been at the start of their adventure, and would be even less soon if Ava had his way. Another tug, fingers catching and curling at flimsy laces that loosened like a barmaid's blouse - or a noblewoman's, he'd guess, but he'd never had the pleasure of fucking any of those no matter how many had eyed him with hungry interest while clutching their uptight husband's arm.

A work-rough palm, calloused from years of labour and combat, settled against the swathe of bare skin revealed by Astarion's now plunging neckline. It dragged down far smoother, unmarked skin and dipped below the fabric, stretching it aside in favour of groping one pretty little tit, grasping the supple muscle and wondering if he'd leave bruises there as well. Ava paused a moment - not long, but long enough to stare up at his vampire with newly mismatched eyes searching for distaste or disapproval. Only when he found nothing did he dip further, thumbing over the bud of a nipple until it peaked beneath his rough touch enough to pinch it instead, rolling it between two fingers and tugging as he withdrew. The hand dropped back to join its partner at slim hips and used the hold to flip them both until Astarion's back thudded in the dirt and they hovered over him, starving. "If you want me to leave, tell me now," a challenge, perhaps, but a genuine offer as well.

[feychosen]

Avarice was so quick to get his bearings. It'd be impressive if he wasn't actively doing so against Astarion, throwing him off in the process. One moment, he was perched perfect in the other's lap, totally in control as the other recovered from a blood drain, the next, that clever mouth was snarking at him whilst those strong, rough hands were digging into his waist and grinding them together, none of the gentle care Astarion took with his own teasing, and all the more satisfying.

There was a thrill to this, to Avarice being so quick and sly and relentless. He'd enticed many a man and woman to Cazador's doors, but they'd always fallen under his thrall with ease. Even men bigger and broader and stronger than Avarice were usually quick to come to heel when Astarion twisted them round his fingers. Not this stubborn, stubborn boy though, and wasn't that exhilarating? Avarice didn't forget Astarion's smart mouth once he put his body on display, but saw the whole of him, even in moments like this.

Indulgent, he arched his back into Avarice's touch - for the other's sake, not because his body acted before he could think the action through, chasing the rough hewn hand running across his chest. Dangerous, to get lost in feeling like that, and he counteracted it with a breathy laugh, "You harm my pretty shirt, and I'm taking some of your gold to replace it." He reached down, dug his thumb into the other's neck, right over the wound so that it pulled open again, bleeding sluggishly - punishment for daring to suggest that it could be better, even in that teasing little tone. Before he could continue, could try and put the stubborn little thing in his place, the world was swirling around him as Avarice spun their positions around.

As he was flipped onto his back with ease, a brief frisson of something that could have been fear, if it wasn't soothed quite so quickly by Avarice's implied offer - he would leave, if Astarion told him to. How easily Avarice could use his current position atop him, that strength over him to hammer in his own control, to force his domination - Cazador certainly would. Yet Astarion knew with complete and utter certainty that if he said no, Avarice would back off at once, sweet little hero that he pretended not to be. As such, what could have been fear was only excitement and a fond sort of amusement.

After all, just because he was on his back didn't mean he'd let Avarice win that easily.

No need to bother with words, Astarion reached over those broad, strong shoulders, one hand slipping down the back of his shirt to hook fingers in the arch of his shoulder blade, other digging nails into the nape of his neck, dragging him down - his mouth, ever brief, brushed across Avarice's lips, but only on their journey back to his neck. The opposite side, this time, sinking his fangs into him again, because Avarice obviously had blood to spare if he was acting this way. He could do with a bit more blood loss, just something to make him a little more woozy and pliable, rather than so strong and assertive.

The hunger that ripped through Astarion's body had to be for his blood anyway. It was far too strong to be anything else, even lust. He felt the lazy rivulet of blood from the first wound run from Avarice's neck to Astarion's own, but didn't stop, a steady pull, pull, pull from the other's veins, until he felt the other waver, just a bit, collapsing a touch heavier against him. As reward, he hooked a leg around the other's waist, dug his nails deeper into his skin, and writhed against him, body to body.

Messier than the earlier release of his fangs, he drew back with a gasp, blood splattering across his mouth and chin, drooling down Avarice's chest - dripping onto Astarion's blouse. "I don't mind a little mess." he drawled, surging up to steal his mouth, putting that sharp tongue to better use and kissing his lips crimson, letting him taste the fire in his own blood, an inner echo of the man's outer fire. A filthy display they must make now, heading towards drenched in blood. Pulling back from the kiss with another gasp, wickedly turned on by the strings of saliva-blood that connected them for a long moment, Astarion took advantage of the other's disorientation to push with all his might, rolling them back over.

He welcomed himself to an even better perch, straddling Avarice's waist properly. And oh, what a pretty side the other looked, eyes blown with lust and just a touch of disorientation, bloody and panting. He couldn't help but lick into his mouth again - not a kiss, not truly, just a plundering. Hips rolling slower than the grinding prompted by the other, he leaned back after a moment to lazily lick at his bloody mouth, down his chin, and over his neck, purring a teasing little, "Is it better yet?" A mirthful chuckle, taunting, "You can keep up, can't you my dear? Surely I didn't take that much more blood." As if the proof of his indulgent feast was not coating both of them.

[feychosen]

@feypromised

Audacity was having the most embarrassing night of his life.

Maybe he could have gone to Gale or Shadowheart, but this magic was distinctly druidic and he doubted either one of them would have a solution - and the less people that knew about this little mishap the better. Plus, much as it pained him to show off his lack of skill, Halsin had basically become his unofficial mentor in all things druid. And in this case, it would likely be a benefit that the other's Circle was Moon, given his familiarity with wild shape.

It had been an idle curiosity - and oh, curiosity killed the cat, ugh. He'd all but mastered his starry forms, each one unique and powerful in their own right, but he did know the ways to take the form of an animal as well. He could imagine flying as a raven through the dark and stars, closer to his beloved domains in a brand new way, and raven, noble and proud, is what he had intended when he pulled upon the wild shapes.

Instead he was a fucking house cat.

Not noble and proud, but fluffy and furious. The one shining silver lining to this whole ordeal was that at least it was night time, only the stars and the moon awake to look upon Audacity's blunder, and he could slip through camp silently, a streak of black and white hidden in the shadows. If only he could figure out how to shift back into his body, then this faulty feline form wouldn't be near as much of an issue as it was, but that's why he needed Halsin, who was probably the only one who might be able to help him escape this furry prison.

And wasn't that just the worst thought? The other already called him son and boy, likely thought him some young, foolish thing - even if the way heat always curled in his belly every time he said it belied how childish it felt - and now Audacity had tried something basic to most druids and messed it up. He had no doubt actual children knew how to get in and out of wild shapes better than he did, and just knew that it would only confirm everything Halsin thought about him. If he thought he could pull off staying a cat forever, and didn't have a rising panic growing with each failed attempt to shift back, then he'd never even consider going to Halsin with this.

As it was, "Mrowww, mrrp..." His quiet yowl was the only warning Halsin would have before Audacity crawled under his tent flap and let himself in, hissing his displeasure at dirt catching on his fur, ugh. A brief flare of disappointment as he glanced up to see that the other was still dressed - so what if he wanted to see him naked when he stole into his tent; he deserved at least some positive out of this whole ordeal - but at least the elf was still awake.

He wasted little time jumping right up into Halsin's lap - if only he had such freedom all the time- reaching paws up to rest on his chest. Briefly distracted by how big Halsin's tits were, gods, he'd have to find an excuse to touch them when he had actual hands to appreciate squeezing them, it took him a moment, but when he realized he was making biscuits on Halsin's chest, he interrupted himself with a loud, pleading meow, tail flicking about in agitation.

If he didn't manage to spot him out instantly, he knew Halsin would cast Speak with Animals to see what was bothering the little cat so much, so he didn't hold back in the slightest, at once going off on a rant, "Meow, meow, mrrrow! Mrrp mrrp. Meoooow. Mew, mrrrow. Meow! Mrrow, mrr, meow, hiss." Halsin, how the fuck do I get out of a wild shape? I don't want to be a stray cat forever. I'm never taking any form but the starry ones ever again. Planting his face in the hollow of Halsin's throat with a dramatic groaning noise somewhere between something cat and something less so, he bonked his head against his sternum a few times, like any exasperated humanoid would when banging their head off a wall, with one emphatic, "Meow." to top things off.

[feychosen]

@feypromised

It was quite the eclectic collection of adventurers heading out today, if Gale did say so himself. While there was a typical group that seemed to headline most things, in this particular situation, Audacity and Halsin were working on some sort of cleansing ritual against the shadow curse, druid and druid apprentice, and while Gale might normally offer his own wizardly services, he was excited to get out of the camp for a spell - even if it meant traveling with not just Avarice but Astarion as well, and Shadowheart, who he suspected was just here as a friendly sort of spy, ready to report back any drama to Audacity.

Pulled from his thoughts by a familiar grating voice, "It has been an awfully long time since we took a day off." Astarion drawled, looking down his nose at Gale - a rather humorous sight considering it required him to crane his head back given the half foot of height difference between them, though the vampire didn't seem to notice, or perhaps simply didn't care in pursuit of his arrogance. "We wouldn't want to risk any dangerous mistakes if it comes to a fight and we're underprepared with our unfamiliar little group, hm?" A twitch of his mouth, a hint of fang, Astarion unable to resist, "Though I suppose there's not much difference between a sorcerer and a wizard..."

He left it dangling there like the most appetizing piece of bait and Gale knew that it was bait - had faced Audacity's scorn multiple times for his need to point out the differences, but, "I know you don't use magic, but surely you know enough to realize that's not true at all. Wizards intensively study their craft day in and day out for years, while sorcerers just happen upon their magic naturally. Given my own education and experience, I'd make an argument that I'm equipped to handle any fight better than any sorcerer." A little humming noise from Shadowheart told him she'd be reporting that back to Audacity, and in hopes of preventing a later blow up, he quickly corrected, "Most sorcerers."

Pleased enough to have gotten the man blathering on in that unappealing way of his, hopefully enough to annoy Avarice, Astarion waved Gale off, ignoring him. "Regardless, there's more intriguing things to do back at camp." He caught Avarice's hand in both his own, offering a suggestive glance through half lidded eyes, voice a high pitched purr when he asked, "Don't you agree, my dear?" Laying it on thick, he brought the warlock's hand up to his mouth to press a kiss across his knuckles, expression just full of promises for things to come if Avarice agreed to let them take the day off.

Gale, quick to insert himself, to intervene before the possessive little thing inside his chest broke free and he shot a fireball at the vampire, "I don't believe Jaheira would agree. Every day those lost Harpers are away from the Last Light Inn is an increased chance that they're lost forever. It's already been nearly a week since they were supposed to be back." A little chuckle, sidling up to Avarice's free side, hooking their elbows together and giving a squeeze, pressing their sides together, "I may be able to animate the dead, but I don't imagine that's what she had in mind when she asked us to help." Astarion rolled his eyes, mouth open, undoubtedly about to make some comment about helping people, but Gale cut him off, looking to Avarice with plaintive, pleading eyes, "Beyond which, I want to do some adventuring with you. There's only so much entertainment I can find in my tomes or at the bottom of my cook pot. Perhaps if I get a closer look at this shadow curse myself, I might even be able to help Halsin and your brother."

[feychosen]

@feypromised

Given the expressions of shock and concern on everyone's face - or, well, judgement, but that was just how Lae'zel was - the way they all but limped back into must have been alarming, especially since it was supposed to be just a simple, boring day of forging. How were they supposed to know the forge was protected by an adamantium golem? Needless to say, Audacity was all but drained of magic, Shadowheart had taken a dip in lava, they were collectively out of healing potions, and more than one of them had been knocked out cold - some of them even multiple times. If not for his magical safeguard, his Strength of the Grave, Audacity would be dead right about now, in fact.

Yeah, today had been gods awful.

Everyone had split up near at once, to their tents or to the care of others around the camp, which left Audacity curled up alone at the fire, clumsily doing some alchemy to make at least a few healing potions - enough to guarantee they could make it to some merchant to clear out their inventory. Perhaps a bit too clumsily - still woozy from being knocked out multiple times and exhausted to boot, even with the sun only just now beginning to sink below the horizon - whatever he just mixed together in his pestle puffed out a noxious little cloud that sent him reeling backwards, coughing. Definitely not a healing potion.

Cursing under his breath, he dumped the whole mixture into the flames to get rid of it - a bit dangerous, especially on a day like today when everything went wrong, but nothing exploded, so he'd take it. Flopping back across his sleeping bag with a groan, he blinked up at an upside down Halsin, of course, of all people. "I do know how to make healing potions. I'm not inept." he couldn't help but defend himself from an accusation that hadn't yet came - might not come at all, since Halsin was rather nice, but still.

With a groan that was only partially dramatized, Audacity pushed himself back into sitting position. “Join me.” He cajoled, looking up to Halsin with wide, pleading eyes, “I’m hurt, nearly dying, surely you can take some pity on me?” The bear was seemingly an immovable bulwark in terms of Audacity's flirting - and wasn't that a hit to his ego when it was always so easy with others? - but he found he enjoyed the druid's company even without the promise of late night fun at the end of it. He'd always held a passive interest in nature and the like, but exploring it was never a priority when he had to harness control of his shadow magic and help their little family survive each day. Odd that it took a tadpole to the head and a grand adventure before he finally found time to explore his other interests.

Resetting the herbs to make new potions, Audacity was very careful this time. "You know," he started, mock innocent, "If we had a master druid out there with us today, I'm certain that we wouldn't have struggled near as much." He knew Halsin's stance, knew his concerns for the shadow cursed lands they would be heading off to soon enough, but he wouldn't be himself if he didn't push. "Surely you're growing a bit bored spending all your time at camp, right?" The shadow curse had lasted a hundred years; there was only so much research Halsin still had left to do. He tilted his gaze back up, mouth pulling at a pout, "The more healing, the merrier. Look at me, I'm just one big bruise."

[feychosen]

@feypromised

When one was on the verge of a glorious end, it put much and more into perspective. Gale had planned the evening before with Avarice under the assumption that he would enjoy a romantic night of gazing at the stars with the one he loved before sharing his feelings and being gently rejected. Just a moment to pretend like there was potential between them -he would have to be blind and deaf to not know of Avarice and Astarion's night time activities, and suspected that Gale, even with all his handsome looks and smooth charm, was little comparison to the roguish, bad boy allure of the vampire spawn. Yet, Avarice was always full of surprises and the night had turned out far differently - far better - than he ever could have imagined.

Suddenly, the world did not seem so bleak anymore. The doubts lingered in his head over what path forward he should take when considering the deadly netherese orb within his chest, but they were in the back of his mind now - skeletons in the dark closet of his brain, easily ignored in favor of how happy he was. Suddenly, it seemed like a new future laid sprawled out before him, one with his love at his side. He'd been practically giddy all day, humming and smiling and endlessly in a good mood, even now, during the, at times, massive task of making dinner for everyone.

Entirely worth it though, as Avarice joined him near the campfire.

"Hello." he greeted brightly, flicking a brief, almost shy glance down to the cook pot before, inevitably, returning his gaze to Avarice, drawn like a moth to the flame by his fire bright beauty. Gale grinned, gesturing the other over, gesturing him closer. At once, he could feel the angry, burning gaze of the vampire at their back, but he'd long grown accustomed to ignoring that. "I'm making your favorite for dinner." he shared, a proud tilt of his head, "You never told me, but I know. I've studied you in my yearning, after all, and I'm a brilliant student, especially on my favorite subjects." It was always obvious what meals Avarice liked best out of the different things Gale made, and it was no hardship to offer it to him whenever he wanted.

To offer Avarice anything he wanted, whenever he wanted, in fact. One day, Gale would have to bring him to his tower at Waterdeep, where he had more than a few treasures stashed away that he knew would catch the esurient boy's eye - all gold and jewels and sparkling and magical. Avarice would have his pick of the lot. Gale would give anything for him. Tucking that little dream into his memory, another shield against the hopeless feeling of inevitable death, he hummed a happy little noise as he poured a bowl of herbs and spices into the cook pot, another dream of domesticity with his new lover sprouting in his mind - an endless field of flowers, all filled with Avarice.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, continuing without waiting for an answer, "Me? I'm pleasantly sore and could use a bath, preferably with some lavender, perhaps some rosewater, and definitely some warlock-shaped company, but I have no complaints at all." He gave the other a flirty glance from under his eyelashes, before turning his attention back to dinner, stirring up the pot so nothing burned. A touch more carefully, "Is everything...alright?" A slight tilt of his head, in the direction of their eagle eyed observer, feigning interest in his blood heavy goblet at the moment but Gale could feel the vampire's judgement. If he had his way, he wouldn't be sharing Avarice with anyone, but as it was, he'd take any part of himself the other would offer, even if it meant dealing with Astarion's bad moods. Lightly, putting on his own feigned show of focus on the cooking, a hint of nerves in his voice, "I hope there's no regret about last night..."

[arczism]

my favourite wizard again | nsft on my Patreon

[julientel]

Tara and her favourite pet

[feychosen]

@feypromised

Audacity, for once in his life, was speechless...at least for a moment - though he had been speechless since halfway through the night, when his studying of the stars had been interrupted by Ava sneaking off with Gale and Astarion's consequent pouting until they returned, both looking all too satisfied and the sad little wizard looking happier than he'd ever seen him. Astarion must have noticed too, because Ava's neck was a mess this morning, looking like those sharp fangs had torn at his neck in multiple different places instead of the usual neat little wound.

"Really Ava?" he finally blurted, idly reaching out to lesser restore the blood loss. It was a loaded question - really, you slept with Gale? Really, you got slept with Astarion afterwards? Really, you let him do that to your neck? Really, you were making eyes back at the wizard now? Really, Avarice? The lesser restoration replenished some missing blood, but it did nothing for the wounds, varied and rough as they were.

"You know, I have some druidic healing now but I don't think you deserve it at the moment, brother." he drawled, giving an obnoxious little flick of his finger against the worst wound - a wicked skin breaking bite over a bruised love bite, and ah, suddenly it made sense why Astarion had went so crazy on his neck for once. Covering up Gale's marks with his own. Audacity definitely wasn't healing that and getting in the middle of it. The vampire would probably be quite the bitch to him if he did.

Speaking of, it was about damn time they had a private brotherly conversation without Astarion's sad wounded deer eyes trying to glare at them and Gale's lovelorn dopey grin being sent in their direction. Luckily, they were tucked up in Audacity's tent and it only took one tug of fabric to pull it closed around them. "What happened?" he finally asked, a laugh bubbling up, "Gale's irresistible nerd brain and alluring oblivious condescension that much of a turn on?" A huff, leaning back, hands splayed out behind him as he eyed Avarice curiously, "At least he's not eating our magic items anymore, I guess."

Much to his real irritation, a lot of the irritation in his voice was fake. Horrifying as it was, Gale had begun to grow on him - like an undying fungus. Ever since Audacity had begun to grow his interest in the stars and more druidic pursuits, Gale had been shockingly helpful in tracking down scrolls and tomes and all sorts of resources about the night sky and the magic that could be pulled from it. And he hadn't even been that condescending about it, just eager to share knowledge. Audacity almost - almost - sort of, kind of, maybe had started to like talking to the guy.

That didn't mean he wanted him as a brother in law. Hell, even Astarion was a pain in the ass if he thought about dealing with him in the long term and the two of them got along better than most, sharing catty comments and snark about others. Sure, Ava wasn't usually one for commitment, but there was something different about the way he acted around the vampire...and the way he acted around the wizard, though he was just now realizing that.

Almost despite himself, the morbid curiosity burned and he couldn't quit stop himself from asking, "Was he any good?" The thought seemed impossible since Gale was about as far from a sexual being as possible. An obvious acknowledgement, "He bottomed." Zero doubts about that - the pathetic puppy dog eyed thing would do anything Ava commanded. An arched brow, "Is that why you let it happen?" He didn't know entirely what happened in Ava and Astarion's bed - didn't want to know the full details - but he knew it was always a bit of a power struggle. "You could have picked like literally anyone else if that's the case. I'm sure one of the tiefs in the Last Light Inn would've happily let you in their bed."

Suddenly, he leaned forward, sharply tilting his head to get a good look at Avarice's face. "Look at me." he ordered, eyeing him speculatively. He'd always been able to perceive his brother with ease, reading him like a book, and now was no different. "You're in love with him." he realized, awed and horrified and curious and happy for his brother, even if he still didn't understand. Gale was just utterly not Audacity's type, nor was he Ava's usual either...neither was Astarion either, he supposed. Of course, with the way they grew up, they usually didn't meet such fancy people in their travels, so perhaps the former magistrate and the high wizard were Ava's type after all.

A tilt of his head, a frown tugging on his mouth at the sudden, unwelcome thought, "You could have told me you were growing feelings for him, brother, even when I complained endless about him. I wouldn't have gone as hard on him if I'd known." He hoped Ava hadn't felt the need to hide it for fear of Audacity's disappointment or anything. "I don't disapprove." Not truly, even if it was baffling. "I just don't understand. I'd thought...Are you going to end things with Astarion?" He'd thought there was something emotional there too, but if it was just sex, well, "Just, when did this happen?"

[arczism]

just realized i never posted this gale??

[nihildep]

Too Sweet

[ztudiolaire]

Do you think vampires yawn like lions

[masongooning]

Avan Jogia and Beau Mirchoff in “Now Apocalypse” (1x01)

[frillvelation]