#astaricn

[abyssmarked]

* closed starter | @astaricn

the blood on nepharia’s neck is already coagulating, becoming a sticky, dark crimson substance contrasting against her pale, gray flesh. letting him feed from her only seemed fair, considering the succubus was also getting sustenance from his body as well, and she feels intoxicated on the potency of his life - force, though she didn’t take much from him. she needs him strong if they are to continue this journey. nepharia doesn’t necessarily trust the spawn, not fully — but she feels more inclined to try with each day that passes. he’s had her back thus far, though she’ll remain vigilant.

she lays nude in the grass, smooth blades cool against her whimsical touch as the high takes hold, she feels refreshed and happy. the act of sex between the two of them didn’t feel intimate, not really. it felt more like a transaction, and she could tell astarion was performing throughout the entire experience. she knows because she was doing the same thing. she rolls over on her side, watching as the vampire spawn stands with his back to her in the moonlight. she can see the familiar lines upon his flesh, taking a moment to realize they’ve been carved there, followed by the familiarity of the language, ` why do you have infernal carved into your back ? ` she asks, genuine curiosity in her tone, propping her head up in her palm, elbow planted in the grass.

[dreadlorcl]

@astaricn // cont.

STRAHD WOULDN'T DARE harm this spawn, after all what COULD HE DO? Especially to one such as him. Arms crossed as his eyes narrowed looking at the other 'vampire'. "Looking for a bite but if you don't wish to share what morsels you have, then I can just leave?" He meant his words, who was he to come out of his domain of dread and hunt some other 'vampires' prey.

[remaimed]

❝ Can't get enough? I'm not surprised. ❞

unprompted // @astaricn

"DON'T THINK SO highly of yourself, Astarion. I was just bringing you a fresh blanket." Did the other even need a blanket? He's sure he could use it while he's in trance. Though it also was an excuse to talk with him, mostly because he was fun to chat with. "I would have brought some food but I know how PECULIAR you are with your food."

[ruinedbycatastrophe]

@astaricn continued from here.

The wizard sighed. He had always tried to lead with an open palm, using kindness first. Gale had to remember that not everyone is so willingly to accept it. Still-- "Despite that, I am still opening this. . . door as it were. Even if all we do is sit in silence." He paused for a moment. "I know what it is like to listen to the negative swirling power in your head. It helps to have someone there. Even in silence."

[illithidhost]

@astaricn ( cont. )

     "Remember that whole thing where you wrestled me to the ground and held a knife to my throat?" Mania responded with a cool, unbothered tone as the Elf threw-- what she deemed to be-- a tantrum. He got up, didn't he? No need to freak out. But when she made eye contact, a smug smirk settled upon pink features, purposefully troublesome. "Yeah, consider the debt paid. Now we can start on even footing."

[hellheld]

@astaricn

as harlot listens, their neutral expression crumbles, leaving only grief and a deep sadness on their face. carved into his skin? it sounds like a living nightmare -- and so painful. then raphael makes astarion's clothes disappear, making rage take over their face, immediately unhooking their cloak around their shoulders and pushing through the group to wrap it around him. the cloak is one they made themselves, needing something that'll keep them warm, and ensuring their larger bulk would be kept covered. they're certain it'll cover astarion completely to avoid anymore forced exposure.

"infernal?" they ask in surprise, cutting off the devil. their anger bristles on their face still, the small wings on their head flared out. "i can read infernal."

[itsalcngstory]

Brows stay furrowed as she's sat upon the earth, legs crossed beneath them as cracked scars still thrum with magic, emitting a dim, cerulean glow in the night that mingles with the crackling, orange hue of the fire. A restless night that had her awakening near in a rage, deep breath stolen in some means of calming when she notices the approach of another.

"shit - sorry, did i wake you?"

@astaricn

[triicksta]

"It's okay. You can touch me." ( @astaricn )

a halted breath trembles in his chest, as though a chill wracks through him rather than the sweat that beads at his brow. the restraint is taut through his muscles. dark, wild eyes betray the desire to devour as they drag across astarion's form. perfect, pearlescent skin to receive marks in the shape of halsin's hands, but his gaze cannot help but linger upon the two symmetrical scars marring his neck. not clean punctures, either. even in his haze of want, halsin can see the struggle that made the scars imperfect. astarion's struggle. all the harm he has received, all the ungentle touches forced upon him. the thought keeps halsin's hand soft.

" you will tell me if it is too much, " he says. not a question, but a command in a low baritone from deep within his chest. large hands close around the vampire, one upon the tapered waist and the other to his jaw, thumb keeping his chin lifted. halsin's brow furrows as though he admires a work of art that touches something deep within him, stirring at his heart.

" you are so beautiful. I want — , " the shallow breaths shift into a low growl in his throat, his fingers digging into the man's hip. he drags astarion closer with ease, their lips hovering a hair apart. " I want to devour you. I do not want to overwhelm you, and yet — I do."