#stiar

[crimesoughtarchive]

@stiar asked:

" relax, and just let me kiss you. "

 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲

Finally getting a moment alone with his favorite rogue. Cassian had him sitting his lap as he sat on the bed. A soft chuckle came from the tiefling, leaning in to gently bump his nose against the vampires. "I'm trying, I just get sooo nervous around pretty boys." He teased, his voice but a whisper. "I'm not stopping you from kissing me though."

[driofaire]

@stiar, continued from here.

Lolth, he had never seen a vampire in person. Though there were whispers of them walking amongst them, immortalised in undeath, he had never quite seen one himself. As a child, he had found himself obsessed with the possibility of vampirism and living far, far beyond that of expectation; keeping to the same shadow he was born into. What bliss that must be!

"You ought to know, vampirism is something praised in Menzoberranzan. The Kiss of Lolth is desired almost above anything else."

[oflolth]

" have i failed to achieve worth? " for istvan.

UNSEEN ACADEMICALS / ACCEPTING. / " you? " incredulity kicks his tone up a few octaves. " i was not speaking of you. " istvan had meant only himself, though he regrets the words now - they might invite interrogation, at which points his thoughts will become tangled up, and he may imply things he does not mean. ( or worse, imply things he does. )

but before he can flee into silence, a question comes to mind, and as soon as the question's come to mind, it's been tossed out into the night. it is possible - nay, it is likely - that the drink is getting to istvan. " do you believe you have failed to achieve worth? "

[crimesoughtarchive]

@stiar said: " you're the only one who's ever been able to make me feel this alive. and that's why it hurts so much. "

Cassian blinked at the other, staring at him for what felt like an eternity. Unsure of how to respond. Unsure how to say that he felt the same. Everyone else in his life, especially before the nautiloid, only kept him around out of convenience. Astarion no íkaros was different, he had grown to enjoy enjoy his company. Glad he was able to drop his walls and really live.

"I feel the same. I wish we could stay so it wouldn't hurt so."

[shemurder-a]

@stiar : for a fatigued starter.

when wasn't she exhausted? even though bhaal’s blood no longer coursed through her and the elder brain had been defeated, it was like she still had trouble sleeping. morgana slept better then she had in the start of their adventures, but instead of her urges calling on her, she had dreams because of her guilt. of what she had done, of what she couldn’t take back. so yet again, she would forego the sleep and instead focused on the task at hand — finding out all she can about bhaal and her past life.

the heels of her hands press into closed eyes and she groans to herself, only to jump when she realizes she isn't alone. wild eyes move to stare at astarion and the tiefling offers a sympathetic smile in place. ❛ you scared me. ❜ she muttered, eyes blinking a bit harshly to keep herself awake. morgana takes a moment and then gives him a look. ❛ don't let it get to your head. ❜

[saintsdawn-archive]

" i manage fine alone. "

sleepy hollow.

As Florence wraps her fingers around the sword’s hilt and pulls, there’s the briefest of glances over her shoulder. “ I never doubted it, ” and her gaze returns to the sword, the half-smile turning to a frown of disapproval at the dirtied steel. “ I’m of the opinion that when you’re in battle and outnumbered, a little help never hurts. ”

And if she stood on the sidelines, she’d grow restless.

“ You would have been fine, I’m sure. ” Turning where she stands, Florence gives her complete attention to her companion. “ Either way, my sword arm needed the exercise, and I couldn’t pass on the opportunity. ”

[soulskept]

@stiar : " thought you'd be lighter without all that blood. "

oh , that one's funny ! & eulalie does laugh , this sick , little delirious giggle spilling uncontrollably out of her. it's a singular voice at first , her own , until more join , disembodied traces of laughter swirling around her head. it seems all of her friends find it funny , too. laughter , they say , is the best medicine , strong enough even to cure the gaping wound that stretches from sternum to hipbone. that mighty slash across her torso thrums in pain with each step astarion takes , limp body twitching & writhing in his arms. head rolls easily from one side to another , so that she may look up at the rogue through her peripheral. how nimble he is , how quick. she wonders where they are going to , with such urgency. she is completely & utterly dazed.

" i ... i'm sorry , astarion. " she says , with a slow sort of uncertainty as she watches pools of black blood bubble up & out of her , all over herself & her vampire companion. she wonders , if it might smell much like a rose garden , to him. " i'm ruining your nice , pretty shirt ... "

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