[ Astarion has seen him cast Evard's Black Tentacles before, and the look here is very much the same. Where night black ink lifts off his skin it becomes more night, a piece of the star-laden sky come to life and coiling lazily around Astarion's finger. ]
I do. Like it's my own fingers wrapped around yours.
[ He angles his head, watching Astarion's face with another burst of warm fondness. Whatever it is about this moment they've decided to share, he wouldn't change it for the world. ]
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I do. Like it's my own fingers wrapped around yours.
[ He angles his head, watching Astarion's face with another burst of warm fondness. Whatever it is about this moment they've decided to share, he wouldn't change it for the world. ]
You're warm.