[ Winter acts in his own best interests more often than not, but he's not a heartless man. The people who gain his trust and affection will have it for life. Astarion has earned both in spades, but more than that, Winter finds himself wanting to make him happy. He finds himself being happy by just his mere presence.
He knows better than to let that go. He will treat Astarion with all the care in the world and more, because it's only what he deserves. ]
Gladly, darling.
[ His hands resume their movements, passing over the ridges of the sigil carved into Astarion's skin with the utmost gentleness, his touch warm and exploratory and still eager. ]
Gods, you are gorgeous.
[ Even the things that are ugly and painful. Especially those. ]
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He knows better than to let that go. He will treat Astarion with all the care in the world and more, because it's only what he deserves. ]
Gladly, darling.
[ His hands resume their movements, passing over the ridges of the sigil carved into Astarion's skin with the utmost gentleness, his touch warm and exploratory and still eager. ]
Gods, you are gorgeous.
[ Even the things that are ugly and painful. Especially those. ]