trick or treat .... but i'm asking for juice
→ HAPPY HALLOWEEN! (accepting)
“Well, don’t get too comfortable with handouts,” Vladimir says in a low scolding voice. He does not move from his own seat, as he extends a hand outwards. First in tiny droplets, and then an outpouring, the blood rises from his palm and creeps through the air like a creature crawling through the mud.
It finds its way to Astarion’s empty cup, and fills it neatly to the top. Not a single drop spilled. “Bottoms up—!”










