[A tingle of heat swarming every nerve-ending, from the friction of that slightest grind, to the reasserted kiss, to the flat of Winter's palms pressing into his shoulders and sliding downwards-
And then pausing, for a reason that Astarion, for a moment, doesn't quite understand, not while he's caught up in their closeness. But it appears that Winter has a bit more cognizance than him, his comfortability always seated there in his mind, a concept which has him buzzing with appreciation once the realization kicks in.
When the kiss breaks his expression is warmly grateful, but oddly apologetic. As though he knows what Winter will not exactly feel anything pleasant if he runs his hands down his back.]
Of course. If you like. Just... it won't be anything pleasant.
[The warlock had caught a glimpse of the scarring at his back, yes, but to truly rove over it will reveal just how deep the wounds had been cut, how slow and precise and measured every line was made. How much of it there is, the whole thing practically an emblem etched permanently into his back. It's long-healed, of course, but still ridged and rough with scar tissue, should Winter decide to explore there.]
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And then pausing, for a reason that Astarion, for a moment, doesn't quite understand, not while he's caught up in their closeness. But it appears that Winter has a bit more cognizance than him, his comfortability always seated there in his mind, a concept which has him buzzing with appreciation once the realization kicks in.
When the kiss breaks his expression is warmly grateful, but oddly apologetic. As though he knows what Winter will not exactly feel anything pleasant if he runs his hands down his back.]
Of course. If you like. Just... it won't be anything pleasant.
[The warlock had caught a glimpse of the scarring at his back, yes, but to truly rove over it will reveal just how deep the wounds had been cut, how slow and precise and measured every line was made. How much of it there is, the whole thing practically an emblem etched permanently into his back. It's long-healed, of course, but still ridged and rough with scar tissue, should Winter decide to explore there.]