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She might as well be playing him like a bard’s hapless lute, but Astarion cannot bring himself to care. She must be feeling sweet tonight—at least, she is now. And he could taunt her, dangle satisfaction just out of her reach, and then snatch it away. He could reject her. Punish her. Make her suffer, for being so cold; for her three damned tendays of refusing his love in every way she could.
Perhaps he should do at least one of those things. But as it is, it’s all he can do to keep from rubbing himself all over her like some sort of desperate animal; and it is for the joy of her, for pleasure that his heart cries out, not for austerity. He is no martinet. And so, Astarion lowers his mouth to kiss her, to love her, instead.
A few, slightly falconry-themed chapters in the life of the Vampire Ascendant and Strix, the reluctant, willful consort he adores (don't call her 'consort' to her face, though); beginning shortly after her turning, and taking place over the span of several months.
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- Part 4 of Possible Worlds: Sketches of Ascension