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They are, perhaps, over-feeding their vampire.
Gale considers as Astarion sprawls with sated bliss over his lap, his shirt loose to reveal the curve of his belly. It had started as nibbles, now and again, but it hadn’t been long after they’d all begun offering their throats that he’d started overindulging. Three sips from three bodies meant less exhaustion across each and more blood for Astarion.
Cautiously, Gale pets Astarion’s bare stomach. All Astarion does is sigh happily, wiggling like…
Well. Tara does that when she wants her belly rubbed without asking.
Gale obliges gladly, enjoying the softness overtaking Astarion.