your blood insistent under my hand, quick and mortal
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“Admiring our kill, are we?” Hearing Astarion’s voice over her shoulder quiets her bloodlust some, which is ironic, considering she’s never met a person who enjoys murder more in her life. He’s got a bottle of something in one hand, two dusty glasses in the other. “You took your time with that one, darling. Playing with your food.”
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astarion has a close call. acantha is a particularly brutal killer in wildshape and has feelings about it. and astarion. not necessarily in that order.
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“I figured the allure for you had waned along with my need for it.”
“Never,” she attempts a sly wink, and Astarion’s answering eyeroll is enough to tell her it’s not at all suave. She tilts her head to allow better access to her neck. Comfortable submission. An invitation.
“Very well.” He kisses her first, tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear. “If you insist.”
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acantha finds she's no longer able to let astarion feed from her after their triumphant but terrifying battle with orin. they don't deal with it well, until they do.
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