Sleeping Arrangements (not Sure Tara Would Ever Actually Deign To Sleep In The Same 20ft Radius As Shovel

sleeping arrangements (not sure tara would ever actually deign to sleep in the same 20ft radius as shovel but who can resist those big shiny insectoid black eyes 🥺)

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"Hey, you're that guy, aren't you?"

Halsin paused before he turned back to look at the other, one large shoulder shrugging. "It depends on who you are looking for." He offered the words with a small smile, scared forehead furrowing just a bit. There was no immediate recognition, but, with as many that came looking for him for various reasons he wasn't phased by it. "Did you need some help?" - It was a fair assumption about why they'd come his way.

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continued from x with @apalestar

Halsin had him.

The moment that he saw that petulant little furrow on Astarion's brow when 'cute' landed so weakly, Halsin knew. And now the rogue was focused more on him. With his considerable size, it was a good thing that he could withstand the lashing of the waves of Astarion's anger. "Cute," He repeated, one arm crossed and the other arm propped up so that his hand could cup his chin in contemplation.

"But also so very clever - your silver tongue is exquisite to see in action." Halsin leaned closer, just a bit, so that it was obvious Astarion had his full attention. "- And when you decide to grace someone with your attention, they are always so quick to succumb to your will." He let a breath out slowly, the sound almost wistful. "And your eyes - so striking in the dark. The richest red, more precious than garnets or rubies."

His compliments were so rarely about the directly physical. Anyone would, and often did, see the beauty Astarion carried so carefully. What Halsin saw was different. "I see your incredible strength, despite all you have endured - others might take it for granted, but I see you choose to continue on, and I am proud of you for it."

My loves these questions have been absolutely invigorating and I love them. Thank you to everyone who took the time to send me a question or two!

What can Halsin say? There is some extensive part of him that finds Astarion is challenging the ways he thinks. Halsin knows that he just wanted more of the man, and he is willing to drown in him. Halsin has never been so possessive, he had never truly found himself threatened by the prospect of a metamour. And then came the way that he felt about Astarion, protective of the peace that Astarion was slowly finding for himself. He was finding his voice, asserting his desires, he was learning that he could say no when he needed to. Their companions were safe enough, and he felt like they would listen to Astarion, but the outside world? Halsin didn't trust it.

Astarion worked at his lip, sucking, lapping, teasing as much blood from him as he can. Halsin savored the way that Astarion clutched at him, how he shifted back up against him. Hips ground against one another, and the sound that came from him was somewhere between a purr and a growl.

Astarion's tongue teased across Halsin's bottom lips again, drawing a breathy groan from the druid's lips. He had just leaned in when Astarion pulled back just enough that it makes it so that Halsin can't touch him without pinning Astarion to the bed.

"My love," Halsin chuckled darkly, and this time as he leaned in to kiss Astarion again he let his weight come to rest against the rogue's, hips steadily grounding against him. "I welcome your fangs wherever you choose to bless me with them." He would worship Astarion properly, he would give whatever the rogue wanted. With a smirk, he let his mouth open, tip of his tongue dragging across the little bead of blood on his bottom lip. "Mark me. Bite me. Claim me." Halsin said, golden eyes flashing as he met the garnet gaze of his Vampire.

There is no interest in anyone else from Astarion, Halsin is enough for him. He understands the man takes many lovers, that he does not like being tied down to one person, but right now - Halsin is all that matters to Astarion.

He wouldn't want to fall into bed with anyone else even if they tried their darndest to seduce him. He doesn't want anyone else's blood to sustain him. He only wants Halsin.

He won't be able to have much control in the way he kisses Halsin if he keeps grinding against him like that. It sends pleasure coursing through his veins, his own hips reacting in kind. He lifts hips off the bed to grind against Halsin, rolling his hips against him, and it earns another moan into his druid's lips.

Another drag of tongue against bleeding lip, slower this time, lapping up every bit of blood that pours from the three wounds. He worries that he might accidently bite Halsin's tongue if he keeps up like this.

He's always been a good multitasker but when it comes to Halsin and the way he makes him feel, it seems to go out the window. So, Astarion pulls away though barely. Lips are still inches from Halsin's, breath ghosting over his lips, and eyes flutter open to look at him.

"Careful, darling. You keep up like this and I can not promise I won't end up biting your tongue, too."