[ Gods, Astarion really is beautiful, he thinks as the vampire slips into a reverie above him. Every angle, every laugh line, every slight shift of his expression is art, plain and simple. Winter could never tire looking at it. ]
Of course.
[ Easily. So easily. His tone is so soft, like he might break the spell of this moment if he were any louder. ]
no subject
Of course.
[ Easily. So easily. His tone is so soft, like he might break the spell of this moment if he were any louder. ]
Anything you want.