7 Works by goremandise
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It’s not like Xavier to be so embarrassed. Yet here you stand, behind his bedroom door, waiting for him to tell you it’s alright to come in. He said he had a surprise for your anniversary, but wouldn’t give any hints. Though whenever you asked, he would avoid your gaze and blush hard enough for his ears to turn pink, too.
What could possibly fluster him like that?
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They were meant to be. Drawn to one another, like a moth to a flame. He could see it in the sky, could feel it in his heart. If Xavier could not free himself from her, then he would have to cage them both together.
Only she could pull him out from the dark. The clouds looming above his head, the nightmares haunting his sleep.
Xavier had found his light again, and he would never let it go.
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Tav can’t say he’s visited many brothels in his life, more the type to pick someone up at a tavern instead. But he gets it; a handful of gold for a moment of dreams, of fantasy becoming reality. A worthy exchange, in his eyes. Pleasures of the flesh are one of the few things of worth in this godforsaken world. His mind can’t help but wander off, wondering what kind of services he would have requested.
Could he have ended up in this very room?
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He wants to say something, but lacks the words. Tav doesn’t know if there is anything to say in these moments. When Astarion’s demons crawl out of his heart and pull him down into the depths. When they flood his mind with harrowing memories, with threats he knows must eat at him from the inside.
What happened to your heart, Astarion, for you to believe no one could ever love you?
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It isn't like him being so... easy.
Others are usually the ones fawning over him. Not the other way around.
Astarion stares at him from across the camp, distractedly sipping on the cheap wine one of the saved tieflings provided. That silky hair and toned body, those broad shoulders and long legs… the way he folds when he laughs, how he scratches his head when he’s embarrassed and really holds onto people’s gazes… even the scales, horns and tail have him stirred. Hard not to imagine holding onto them while–
He clicks his tongue.
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With this angle, he could only finger so deep, and it was irritating. He needed more. So much more. To be stretched and stuffed and–
The door opened, but Xale was in too deep to care. Especially since he knew only one person had access to this room.
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Caelan opened the door, blinking away the heaviness in his eyes. “Alphinaud I swear if this is one of those existential questions–”
Not Alphinaud.
Caelan swallowed hard. Estinien.