@corruptedscars cont.
𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐔𝐒𝐄 that the little things meant so much, small gestures of kindness have been rarity during the last two centuries -- thank god for Aveline's patience, though a blanket was merely enough to put warmth back into a living corpse.
" Why, thank you, darling. Perhaps I've earned it by playing nice today," The vampire's retort came out softer than intended but there was always certain type of melancholia just at the mere sight of her that could disarm a rogue , " Would you like to indulge me in a cuddle , or I shall resign to keeping warm inside the blanket fort by myself? "
Lashes half veil her emerald gaze, relaxed and gentle as she looks upon the vampire. Half a smile curving her lips, and a blush sneaking onto her freckled cheeks.
“Silly...” Just one word, imbued with concern and tenderness. “You don’t need to earn comfort...” He was maybe brash and teased her thoroughly, making the pure maid lose her composure more than once. But a constant tension simmered; his restraint a mere breath from erupting into screams. Maybe he should.
“Become learn to turn into a cat, Astarion...? If you’d do, I could cuddle you all you want...” a chuckle follows like a hum as she sits down beside him, anyway.
“You offer such things so easily... and it is nothing I can return with the same carefreeness. But I can stay beside you until you sleep...” One hand raised, placed tenderly against his cool forehead. “This much I can do…”