kindred
And it's then, with his fingers buried inside her and her back scraping against the bark of the tree, that she looks into his eyes and sees –
Nothing. Like he isn't even there.
"Stop," she says, breath ragged with pleasure that feels like poison.
He might be the most beautiful creature that she's ever seen, bathed in this moonlight, and the wicked smirk he puts on only strengthens his case. "What, darling? That close already?"
“You don't want this,” she says simply, still out of breath, and for the first time since she’s met him, Astarion seems speechless.
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auri knows people, and that's how she can tell; astarion is deeply, deeply fucked up.