"Stop licking the damn thing!"
Stop licking the damn thing! || @istarly
Astarion let out an unintentional whine. He had not fed properly in a while so he was indeed hungry, per se. Any blood was tempting to him. Including a dead spider's. Hells, Cazador made him feed on rats. How was this any different?
Though, the taste was quite vile. Everytime he licked he made a face, but he still kept finding himself going back to it. Especially once everyone else was distracted and he snuck right back.
Too bad for him, Gale noticed.
"Ugh... Fine... Would you rather I stabbed it and then lick the blade?" If the answer was no (which was certain it would be), then he was going to leave to go hunt a boar or something.













