Jan 7, 2025
Astarion's face is buried between Tomie's legs. Tomie is writhing and mewling from his touch. When suddenly the flap to their tent opens slightly to reveal Tomie's displacer familiar.
T: Hah! Precious! Hhgn. Go away!
With a deep purr. Precious decides to lay down on Tomie's stomach.
T: Oh Precious no! Don't! Don't lie dow- *sigh*
Astarion has moved his head to rest on her thigh and starts shaking with laughter.
A: This is the third time your displacer has done this darling.
T: She's *grunts with discomfort* very protective. Gods she's heavy...
A: The poor thing probably thinks I'm trying to kill you.
T: She's a good girl, if not a little confused.
