Truly: he considers simply turning around and returning. He is hunting down a bounty on Sundermount, and oh, going up the mountain will always take him at least a full day and night. He'd known that going in. One day, he had promised Astarion, I will be back by tomorrow afternoon, the two of them so caught up in kissing one another that he'd nearly lost the morning light by the time he made it out the door.
His fingers stroke against the paper (I find your laughter more precious than the jewels I have stolen, I find excuses to be near, you have my heart), reading the words again and again. And of course the filth strikes at him, a hot promise that leaves him shuddering (please, he considers writing, please I want to tangle myself with you until we both collapse from exhaustion), but oh, that adoration. None of it is a revelation, precisely, but it's one thing to know something in general and quite another to hear it. To see it, written so starkly, there for him to keep forever.
It almost hurts. So good that he nearly flinches from it, overwhelmed in the best way. He has no idea how to respond; it's a relief when that last message is scrawled, and he huffs out a soft laugh.]
Perfect.
[Truly.]
I would hear you try again when I can hear you, though. Your voice would only make it sweeter. And I could show my enthusiasm and my appreciation in other ways.
I [and he hesitates, a large ink blot filling against the paper,] miss you. Foolish, when we have been apart for less than a full day, but there it is.
Do you know the same holds true for you? I will not replicate your speech word by word, but there is nothing I would not do for you. No length I would not go to in order to please you. I have ached for you, longed for you, dreamed of you . . . and despite months of fantasies, somehow you still manage to surpass and surprise me at every turn.
I would court you, and romance you— and then indulge in other appetites. I would hear every fantasy of yours and indulge them, spoiling you until you beg me for reprieve.
So. In the spirit of courtship, kadan: tell me what you have dreamed of. Or I will simply come home and get to my knees the moment I see you.
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Truly: he considers simply turning around and returning. He is hunting down a bounty on Sundermount, and oh, going up the mountain will always take him at least a full day and night. He'd known that going in. One day, he had promised Astarion, I will be back by tomorrow afternoon, the two of them so caught up in kissing one another that he'd nearly lost the morning light by the time he made it out the door.
His fingers stroke against the paper (I find your laughter more precious than the jewels I have stolen, I find excuses to be near, you have my heart), reading the words again and again. And of course the filth strikes at him, a hot promise that leaves him shuddering (please, he considers writing, please I want to tangle myself with you until we both collapse from exhaustion), but oh, that adoration. None of it is a revelation, precisely, but it's one thing to know something in general and quite another to hear it. To see it, written so starkly, there for him to keep forever.
It almost hurts. So good that he nearly flinches from it, overwhelmed in the best way. He has no idea how to respond; it's a relief when that last message is scrawled, and he huffs out a soft laugh.]
Perfect.
[Truly.]
I would hear you try again when I can hear you, though. Your voice would only make it sweeter. And I could show my enthusiasm and my appreciation in other ways.
I [and he hesitates, a large ink blot filling against the paper,] miss you. Foolish, when we have been apart for less than a full day, but there it is.
Do you know the same holds true for you? I will not replicate your speech word by word, but there is nothing I would not do for you. No length I would not go to in order to please you. I have ached for you, longed for you, dreamed of you . . . and despite months of fantasies, somehow you still manage to surpass and surprise me at every turn.
I would court you, and romance you— and then indulge in other appetites. I would hear every fantasy of yours and indulge them, spoiling you until you beg me for reprieve.
So. In the spirit of courtship, kadan: tell me what you have dreamed of. Or I will simply come home and get to my knees the moment I see you.