Every shoddy pickup line, every horrible nickname or filthy word, pushed to the absolute limits of Astarion's rich-throated charisma, and weighed equally therein.
He takes a sip of brandy in an overcrowded Lower City dive, heat sticking to his lips (drawing out a flash-quick lick to clean the slate) before— (every syllable goes pantherine. Rumbling— )]
Come laced cockbin practically screaming to be filled up and slammed shut.... [Say nothing that he snorts in rakish amusement only a sound half-second later, breaking character to add:] darling.
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Every shoddy pickup line, every horrible nickname or filthy word, pushed to the absolute limits of Astarion's rich-throated charisma, and weighed equally therein.
He takes a sip of brandy in an overcrowded Lower City dive, heat sticking to his lips (drawing out a flash-quick lick to clean the slate) before— (every syllable goes pantherine. Rumbling— )]
Come laced cockbin practically screaming to be filled up and slammed shut.... [Say nothing that he snorts in rakish amusement only a sound half-second later, breaking character to add:] darling.