“Astarion's voice climbed higher as he stumbled backwards three steps, and he was unnecessarily breathing, little fast breaths one after the other as Raphael came closer and closer and finally captured him with one hand around his arm, the other sliding around his waist. Astarion only then realised he was shaking.
Raphael tucked his head carefully into Astarion's neck, not even brushing him with his horns, and inhaled deeply.
'You depraved fucking lunatic,' Astarion gasped. 'You're smelling my fear, aren't you?' “
-Palmarosa, ch. 21 , by @not-poignant Go read it here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50011675/chapters/126275743