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Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.
"It is a tradition, darling. Your husband wouldn't object if he were in your position." Astarion tempted, purring as his hands gripped at her waist. It was rather useless for him to try and hide how his pride teetered on the edge. It was one thing to be rejected when he could care less, but another when he cared too much. Standing beneath the mistletoe brought about a feeling nostalgia. A memory so foggy that he could not quiet recall. All he knew was the feeling -- and the feeling made a dead pulse skip a beat.
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As perceptive as the young baker was, she did not see the bouquet of mistletoe overhead upon entering the tavern. Astarion caught her by her wrist before she made it too far inside. "Ah ah..." He teased, drawing her nearer to him, gesturing with a glance to the sprig above. "Sweet thing, indulge me. I have been longing for an excuse to kiss those delicious lips of yours." A shy giggle drew him in like a moth to a flame. The charmer who had been charmed by no other. Lauren stood on her tip toes, inviting him in, though without the sort've confidence of the other women who frequented the very same tavern. It was Astarion's shame to delight in it as much as he did -- but in that moment, the goal of his master did not matter. Only how precious her lips felt pressed against his own.
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