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"Just a

crooked touch."

all of nature's bounty pales next to you

I'm strong on the surface Not all the way through I've never been perfect But neither have you So, if you're asking me, I want you to know

When my time comes Forget the wrong that I've done Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed And don't resent me And when you're feeling empty Keep me in your memory Leave out all the rest

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right now, i just want you close to me.

He nodded, immediately drawing Astarion into his arms. "I don't mind." Halsin rumbled with a soft smile as he dropped his head to press a kiss to Astarion's shoulder. "Do you wish to speak?"

[ TASTE ]  for sender to bite receiver’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood. 

He hovered over Astarion, propping himself up on one elbow as the pair tangled into one another. He hadn't even braided his hair back, his other hand spread wide at Astarion's hip. He was gripping him tight enough to bruise, most likely, moaning sharply as Astarion's fang cut his bottom lip.

Astarion pulled back and Halsin could see the apology all but glowing on his forehead. Immediately, he smelled the metallic tang of his own blood, his eyes dropping from Astarion's garnet gaze to his lips and then back. "Gods, Astarion," He growled out before he surged to kiss the rogue again before he could start to apologize. He gave Astarion no room to run from him, no place hide away. Halsin wanted all of him - the purest and realest and deepest way he could say it was to show it.

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Even when it makes me hurt deep in my soul, I love reading Jay threads. We have a mutual adoration over these dorks and get to share in this awesome journey and I am honestly so grateful <3

Halsin had historically enjoyed every bite that Astarion has given him. They have meant that Astarion was fed, that he was comfortable, that his needs were taken care of. Halsin didn't consider himself selfish, really, not when it came to the fact that the rest of their companions had felt most comfortably with Astarion (thus far) as friends. He didn't think that he had missed any signs, he'd always kept a...curious interest in the goings ons around camp.

So gossip was a bit of a vice of his? So were the particular romance novels that they occasionally came across. It just meant that Halsin did pay attention, and it wasn't as if he'd seen Astarion tangled up with anyone else's limbs. The sweetness of Astarion's groan against his lips made it worthwhile for him to be there now.

This time Halsin's groan is offered up this time with the sheer control Astarion is using. He is well aware how precise the touch is of Astarion's fangs into his lip. Rather than pull away from Astarion he instead hooked one leg up, grinding his hips down against Astarion's.

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The bruising grip is perhaps what makes him lose focus, not because he doesn't like it but because he does. He likes knowing there will be a hand-shaped bruise there later and he likes that he'll be able to see it.

It is that loss of focus that makes him slip up and bite down on Halsin's lip. As soon as he tastes the blood, he yanks back as if he had been burned, eyes as expressive as ever with their apology.

But instead of scolding him for biting him, Halsin surges forward and Astarion groans into his mouth. He presses himself closer to Halsin, arms wrapping around his neck to help push his body against the druid.

The blood that pours from his lip tastes so divine, every tastebud lights up in joy and his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, licking at the blood there.

Halsin does not seem to mind in the least so, Astarion tests the waters by gently having both of his fangs prick (nothing more than a barely there sting) at the other's bottom lip. Now there are three small bleeding wounds that Astarion laps at like a hungry beast.

If Halsin does not mind his vampiric nature, if there are no consequences for his actions, he will indulge in it with his lover.

I bring treatos! Or at least an Astarion/Halsin kiss compilation. I had to edit a bit around the naughty bits but hopefully it will stay up. :3

Halsin felt intoxicated for a moment, head buzzing for the overwhelming sensations that drew him in. Every sense that he had was overwhelmed as he focused on the rogue in his lap. They had been slowly orbiting this moment, drawn together by the days and weeks that they had shared. It was a thousand tiny moments, it was a thousand huge moments. Halsin hoped that, if nothing else, he managed to give Astarion the attention and devotion that he deserved. The enthusiasm that he deserved.

"Oh my heart," Halsin's croon was a broken note, the way that his own voice was wrecked by the strength of his desire. Astarion looked up at him, eyes so dark that Halsin felt like he might vanish into them, " - that's it." He grit it out, his own cock twitching against Astarion's as his strokes sped up. Halsin would have been lying if he tried to suggest that he wasn't worked up or that this moment wasn't important to him. "You're perfect, my love." He pressed a brief kiss to Astarion's forehead, but then the rogue is moving so delightfully, his grip so tight that Halsin can feel the moment that his nails dig in just a hint to deep and leave welts on his shoulders. He would savor them, and there was a part of him that was eager to have their companions see them.

Despite the cooler temperature of Astarion's body, Halsin still found the feeling of his cum splattering across both their fingers still a delightful sensation. He couldn't help the sound that was ripped from his lips, moaning sharply at the feeling of Astarion's pleasure as if it was his very own. He found a rhythm with the pace of Astarion's hips, his strokes steady as he worked through Astarion's orgasm. The sound of his name sung so sweetly made him groan.

"So good, Little Star," He was panting. Everything was a feedback loop of Astarion - he could almost taste the pheromones rising off him, the pleasure jolting his own body at knowing Astarion was able to feel good and chose to share that with him. If Astarion had asked him right then, Halsin might have struggled to verbalize it - he might have longed for the option to give his thoughts to Astarion so that they could be shared as easily as the others shared their thoughts and feelings with the tadpoles.

His strokes slowed and he finally slid his finger free, only stopping once he felt Astarion's body begin to go lax against him. True to what he'd said earlier, Halsin released his grip around their cocks so that he could bring his hand up - but the tongue that snuck out to clean his digits was certainly not the average elf’s. His eyes were bright as he made sure to hold Astarion's gaze as he took his time to make sure every digit was clean. “You are everything.” Halsin said urgently to him.

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Teeth that bite into his shoulder makes another shudder rock through his body and he swallows back the cry he wants to give if only so Halsin doesn't think he's hurt him. He rather likes it when Halsin uses teeth on him. He likes it even more when he leaves marks but there is plenty of time for that later.

Halsin's words is a promise of a long night, of going over and over until Astarion can barely walk and he's just fine with that. If it gets too much, Astarion knows he only needs to say the word and it will all come to a stop.

Right now, though, those blunt words telling him exactly what Halsin has planned for him stokes another fire in his belly. The growl that Halsin gives him when he tells him that if he can still walk, he has failed him, sends more shudders down his spine.

A promise of pleasure unlike that of what he's ever experienced before, pleasure has never been about him until now. Just hearing the promise fall from Halsin's lips makes him want more and more.

When Halsin asks him to let him see him so nicely, it is then that Astarion finally picks his head up off of Halsin's shoulder and tilts his head slightly to look up at Halsin.

Cheeks flushed from desire, crimson eyes seemingly even darker with the lust he feels, and lips parted in pants and gasps and groans that he can't hold back even if he wanted to.

Halsin pushes his finger inside of him and Astarion gasps sharply, eyes squeezing shut. Not out of pain but pleasure, the oil that Halsin has slicked his fingers in makes it so that it's not uncomfortable nor does it hurt.

He loves the way he can feel himself stretching around Halsin's finger, he can't even begin to imagine how it'll feel to finally have Halsin inside of him. Already he knows he'll feel so good, so full, that he'll want Halsin over and over until he can not stand it any longer.

With his eyes fixated on Halsin's face, he can see the way this effects his lover too. The gasps and moans are music to his ears and it only encourages him, Astarion rocks his hips once more, though slower this time because he doesn't want to accidentally make Halsin hurt him in any way.

Come for me.

The growled command is what really pushes him over the edge, just hearing how badly Halsin wants to see him come undone adds to that already overwhelming pleasure. "Nngh!" He can't form words, he doesn't even try, and instead he lets his eyes flutter closed again and gives himself over to the pleasure.

Chest rises and falls with every heavy breath he doesn't really need to take, that pleasure twisting in the pit of his stomach and those moans getting louder and louder. It only takes a few more moments for Astarion to finally let himself go.

This time, his hands desperately grab at Halsin's shoulders, nails digging into the flesh. A desperate attempt to grab onto him and ground himself as his body trembles enough that it can be felt on top of Halsin, seen too probably.

The orgasm hits him fast and hard, spilling his cum all over Halsin's hand, as his hips rock desperately, this time he has little care for how Halsin may or may not hurt him by him doing this. He figures if it's an issue, Halsin will force his hips still. He feels so greedy but he also feels so good that he doesn't really care. Not when he's finally able to reach that peak after what feels like forever of not being able to no matter how close he'd get. "Nngh! Halsin."

His eyes are brilliantly gold, keen to memorize every single shift of Astarion's face, every way that his mouth hugs the syllables of his moans and gasps. He kept an arm around Astarion to secure him through his trembles, only seeking to support and not restrict him as both tease their fingers through the mess that Astarion has made of them.

There was a moment that he almost considered grabbing Astarion by the wrist and cleaning him properly himself, but instead, he found it too enticing to watch the vampire do it himself. Halsin made sure to hold his gaze, ursine tongue wrapping teasingly around his own fingers. The texture is softer than expected, and Halsin idly wondered what Astarion would think when his tongue teased him open. That was something he'd pursue once he had given Astarion a chance to catch his breath.

But then Astarion pulled him into a kiss again, and his mostly clean had slides down to grip Astarion's hip. He relished the contact, only surprised when he realized what Astarion was doing. There was no doubt they'd do well to soak in a tub full of hot water before they would trance. His mouth opened eagerly for him, pliant to his rogue's wishes and learning together what he was after. Halsin took the offered cum, his heavy cock twitching against Astarion's navel. His tongue was careful - not to invade too much, not to overwhelm, but still he teased against Astarion's tongue, possessive over any remaining taste of the rogue that he could find. He was aware of the size and length of his tongue, not wanting to test the theory that Astarion couldn't be suffocated.

When they separated, it was only because Halsin had to breathe. He didn't go far, however, forehead pressed to Astarion's. Halsin had to think about the fact that he had been sustaining Astarion lately, that their meals had gotten more frequent, and they had found the rhythm and comfort in the moments that Halsin feeds him. Every action of Astarion's body is tied so intimately to Halsin's that for a moment that it makes him just nuzzle against Astarion breathlessly. "Do you want more, my love?" Halsin asked - because he would follow what Astarion asked for.

"You taste so good," Halsin said as he pulled back, looking over Astarion's body. The marks that Halsin had made on him hadn't faded yet - feeding him before they had done anything together had made him easier to mark up, and it was so enticing. "I want to know how beautifully you'll sound for me when you ride my face, how I can make your toes curl with how far my tongue will reach..."

It is not often, if ever that he can remember, that Astarion is actually able to reach that pure bliss. It is not often that he doesn't dissociate halfway through the act itself but Halsin's words of praise grounds him and makes him want this even more than before.

He almost protests the loss of Halsin's finger inside of him but thinks better of it. He needs to recover before they do anything else. With the way his body is still trembling on top of Halsin, it might take him a moment.

His eyes lock onto the way Halsin licks each finger clean and gods, the sinful things he thinks of with that tongue. He meant it when he said he wanted everything. Everything about Halsin is driving him insane, even still.

His own fingers are coated in his own cum, though not as much as Halsin's hand had been. While Halsin is busy licking off his cum, Astarion follows suit in shamelessly lapping his own cum off his fingers.

He is certainly not shy, he never has been, and he's never been embarrassed about the things he does. He has felt shame may times before when it comes to sex but right now, there is no shame.

It is a deliberate attempt to tease Halsin, to drive the man even more insane than before. Once he has lapped up all of his own come, he surges forward to press his lips against Halsin's. There is no need to catch his breath, he doesn't need to breathe.

What he does next is hesitant but bold, he trusts that Halsin will tell him if he doesn't like something, but Astarion often finds actions are better than words and perhaps he wants to surprise Halsin, wants to see what he'll do.

If there was no trust here, he certainly wouldn't be making bold moves like this.

He's got his own cum still gathered on his tongue and when he kisses Halsin, he pushes it into his mouth. It is not something he's done with anyone before, it is such an intimate thing, such a thing that most aren't sure they might enjoy and he hadn't even been sure he'd like it either.

Until now.

Halsin is helping him find himself when it comes to sex and he hopes that Halsin will not chide him for making the bold move to do something like this.

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."

Almost just as quickly, Astarion ekes out for Halsin to lift up, and he chuckled as he did as the rogue bid. Astarion shifted to wrap his legs around him, and Halsin immediately understood his desires. This way, Halsin won't entirely crush the air out of him. They will also still get the contact that both were craving. "I have yet to see a problem," Was Halsin's quick response as he smirked at the rogue.

The sound that rippled up from his chest as Astarion warns him isn't a complaint at all. It compliments the thoughts Halsin had, the ones that consumed him in the late hours of the night. "You could claim every part of me," Halsin promised. "No matter what form I take, I am yours."

He supposes he should have seen that coming, the way Halsin wants more that he ends up pinning him to the bed with his body. It's almost an uncomfortable position. "Lift up." He tells Halsin, he is not wanting him to get up off him - he likes being pinned by Halsin, but there is something he needs to do to feel more comfortable.

When Halsin lifts up, he moves quickly so that the druid doesn't think he wants him off of him. His legs shift to wrap around Halsin's waist and he attempts to use them to pull him back down.

This way, Astarion feels less trapped and has some freedom of movement. Besides, he likes clinging to Halsin in every way he can.

"Careful what you wish for." This time, Astarion practically purrs the words out. A seductive purr that he is all too used to using but this time, it's genuine, it is not fake - he wants to be playful and seductive.

"I just might cover you entirely in my bite marks. I might sink my fangs into every inch of your flesh." Not to feed, though there will be some of that, but mainly to mark.

The final pass of his ursine tongue before he had pulled away saw his tongue partially wrapped around Astarion’s. He isn’t as dexterous as say an incubus might have been, but it was still an impressive amount of dexterity. This close to Astarion and breathing so heavily made everything in his world right then only his rogue and it became almost a delicious high fueled by the Vampire in his lap. Halsin likened it almost to a good halfling pipeweed - although at times he felt what he grew was better.

He couldn’t help himself and the quick little kiss to the tip of Astarion’s nose before he pulled back so he could see Astarion just a bit better. “Want to make you see the stars you’re named for,” Halsin is aware how the line will sound. It’s the best he’d thought of in the weeks before they had started this….this courtship? Orbit? Existence? Together. Thankfully he had been so distracted by the Shadow Curse to actually consider using it. Now though, when he said it against Astarion’s jaw it was with a voice so full of mirth there was no way Astarion didn’t feel it all around them. They could play, and explore, and again Halsin was struck by how very young Astarion made him feel. It was as if the last two centuries of strife and duty hadn’t touched him. Maybe even before his soul was humbled so quickly by the harsh realities of life outside his grove.

“Now if you think you can still bear me,” He couldn’t help himself. “I supposed I can let you go for now.” Halsin’s hands didn’t leave Astarion’s hips just yet. “Anything you don’t want me to do?” He asked just to quickly check in. He had meant to ask after, to check in but Astarion had seemed so blissed out he hadn’t wanted to interrupt. So instead the older elf sought to return his lover to reality by particularly awful jokes. “My heart,” Halsin offered his hand as he reclined down on the blanket, hands on Astarion’s thighs. His chestnut hair was fanned out beneath him, and his gaze is positive predatory - Halsin had pictured the vampire riding him a number of times but this is even more delightful.

Halsin shifted just a bit beneath Astarion, legs casually propped up behind the rogue. It gave him somewhere to lean on if he chose, but it was also the most comfortable way for Halsin to rest with Astarion above his face. Halsin laced his fingers with Astarion’s, squeezing as he helped make it easier for the rogue to reposition himself. Rather than say it out loud Halsin guided Astarion’s fingers to his hair. “When you’re ready, my love.” He would let Astarion move when he was comfortable.

Halsin does not react badly, he does not seem bothered by his actions. Instead, he seems to accept them - enjoy them even. It makes Astarion relax when it becomes apparent that Halsin had liked his bold move, if the tongue trying to lap up every last bit of cum is any indication.

They kiss like that until Halsin has to break the kiss. Halsin, who is breathless, and he looks so good panting like that. When Halsin nuzzles him, there is a slight smile working its way upon his lips.

His trembling has stopped by now, he's learned long ago to recover quickly, his body has often been pushed to the limit that recovering was necessary just to keep himself awake. A goal he often did not achieve over the years he was kept as Cazador's pet.

But he is no longer Cazador's pet and unlike then, he relishes in the prospect of more. That wonderful blissful high - he wants to chase it again. He wants to experience the good aspect of sex with Halsin, make good memories to drown out all the bad associated with sex.

And he'd be lying if he said he doesn't want to know just what that tongue is capable of. When Halsin teases him with his words, there is something entirely arousing about it. He likes to hear what Halsin wants instead of just being pushed and pulled around until he gets the hint.

It makes him feel more at ease and more aroused. His cock twitches once more, the mere idea sending another wave of arousal throughout his body and one he welcomes.

"Yes. I meant it when I said I want everything from you, darling." If Halsin wants him to ride his face, then he'lll gladly do it. "But, you must let go of me so that I can ride your face."

Somewhere in the months since the fall of the Absolute and the reconstruction of Reithwin Halsin has had a first row seat to the restoration of Astarion Ancunin. Astarion had been working so hard to find his footing, but Halsin has had the feeling that the rogue is uncertain again. Grief and healing are hard journeys but Halsin at least had experience in weathering even the most deadly storms - even when they occasionally come for the most unexpected targets. “Astarion,” Halsin tries to cut him off - a thing he does not often do. He particularly loathed when someone tried to do the same thing to him. “This is the third time this week, my heart -“ But the words are cut off by the sharp hiss from the rogue.

The vampire was no fool and if Halsin had not been so alert he might have noticed but when it came to Astarion Halsin prides himself in his awareness. “First when I complimented the way you had taught Yenna prestidigitation. It was a kind thing for you to do, and you were patient with her.” Astarion had scoffed rather than let Halsin praise him much. It was as if he didn’t want others to know when he was being kind or generally good. Even without the threat of his deceased master learning about it, Astarion still preferred to hide his good deeds.

“And then when we were writing Gale back - you actually said you missed him, which was a surprisingly sweet thing to say.” And Astarion had almost snarled at him for it. “And now - it was kind of you to promise to hunt down any other monsters in the area.” The Orphans had been reassured, Halsin felt. And it was a more positive way for Astarion to call himself a monster and Halsin had to let it slide.

What he would not however, was the way Astarion refused to listen to praise about himself. “We had an agreement, didn’t we? To be honest with each other?” It was one that Halsin vowed to uphold with the rogue at all costs. “So tell me why you resist so strongly. “

Halsin smirked as he looked down at Astarion, eyes dancing with mirth. Where had the composure and control that Astarion had boasted gone? "My heart," Halsin tutted as he reached out to tease one of Astarion's curls until he worked it behind the rogue's ear. He was subtle (to anyone who didn't have ears like theirs, at least) as he teased the tip of Astarion's ear between his fingers, stroking deliberately just for a moment before he released him.

"Would it be such a crime to leave my plans for you a surprise?" Halsin asked. "I did pick up a little gift, does that make it better or worse?" Halsin knew that eventually Astarion would be pushed too far but he couldn't help himself.

@bearlydruid sent "Every second we’re apart, all I think about is what I’ll do to you when we’re alone."

Gods, will hearing things like this from Halsin never not drive him insane? He likes that Halsin is vocal about his wants and desires, he likes that he doesn't have to guess what his lover likes or wants from him.

There's something incredibly attractive about being told these things, too. Something attractive and erotic. He wants to hear every dirty detail.

"And? Are you going to leave me in suspense, darling? Tell me what you've been thinking about doing to me."

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”

— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

28. for sex against the wall

He was mindful not to just pin him, but Halsin had one arm braced against the wall and the other was tight at Astarion's hip. "Fuck," It was low - guttural, and Halsin made sure that he didn't press Astarion's face into the rough rock of the wall. "You feel so good, my heart." He said as his hips snapped forward. The pace was steady, and he buried himself to the hilt every time he sank into him. Halsin was careful to make sure that he kept his hand in front of Astarion's head so that if he did accidentally push him too far forward, he wouldn't end up faceplanting into rocks.

It was something about the battle, he didn't know what set him off, but maybe it had been the same way for Astarion. They'd both seemed as concerned over the other, checking for cuts or gashes or wounds and somewhere in the process Astarion had shoved his armor aside, and it had struck him just so, and it had ended up as a scramble to at least get their clothes out of the way. They'd been out scouting alone and hadn't expected to actually run into any sort of trouble. This was far better than battle though.

Halsin still wasn't exactly used to privacy - it wasn't like there had been much in the Grove after all. Druids tended to be communal creatures, and going from the Grove to the little pack of companions and their shared campsite had felt natural. This wasn't exactly a consequence, especially not as far as Astarion is concerned, because now they have a private room with a bed big enough for Halsin to stretch out in. They still spent their nights curled up together, but it meant that they found better peace knowing that they wouldn't wake their friends up.

Halsin had joined Gale in a book run, he'd filled up the two notebooks he'd packed at the start of their journey. Halsin would never have imagined that they'd end up here - and this wasn't even the end. Not by a long shot. So Halsin had grabbed a couple more moleskin journals, and he'd spotted a couple freshly printed books that he thought might interest Astarion. At least the Shopkeep had seemed to think highly enough of them. One was a romantic drama where the pair were soulmates reincarnated, but one of them couldn't remember yet.

Halsin was careful as he closed the door behind him, turning to face Astarion when he was addressed. "Astarion," The quick intake of air that Halsin had sucked in could have given him away, but no doubt Astarion would smell it on him or hear his heart rate increase. He crossed the room in a scarce few strides to pull Astarion against him. He kissed Astarion hard, his fingers grazing along the collar of the robe. "Aren't you a sight." He murmured, fingertips tracing reverently along the edge of the robe. He normally prided himself on his composure, but Astarion was radiant.

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Getting the Wavemother's Robe had been both because it seemed comfortable, beautiful, and because he'd been interested to see what Halsin thought about. Plus, healing in water? A great bonus.

He'd retired to the private room that he and Halsin had gotten after many complaints of them not being able to keep their hands to themselves in their conjoined rooms.

Astarion has pulled it on and though he wishes to see what it looks like on him, he cannot. He's staring at the mirror in frustration because there is nothing reflecting back.

It feels nice, though, the chains fit perfectly over his thighs and the outfit is comfortable. The collar that is attached to the outfit and goes around his neck isn't too tight at all.

Truly it's the perfect outfit for Astarion to feel comfortable in. He's never really been afraid of feminine clothing, he only wishes he could see the damn thing.

The door opens and Astarion looks over his shoulder to see who it is, he knows before he looks - no one will come in this room without knocking unless it's Halsin.

"Oh, perfect, darling! Just the man I wanted to see." Astarion turns around to face Halsin completely. "How does it look? I, unfortunately, cannot tell."