['So nervous....now you make me wonder what else is in your room.'
What potent punctuation, the sound of fabric tearing in the background: Ataashi's lowing growls painting an all-too-vivid picture of the would-be chaos Leto describes— and one that turns Astarion a far paler shade of bloodless than usual.
Or maybe that's just his rabbiting pulse, jumping hard beneath the alluring pressure settling around his throat, tangible and tentative. Crimson eyes running dark with dilation as synaptic impulse takes control of all his senses. His tongue wet, his throat dry, before— ]
Drugs. [Blurted out sharply.
And it's not that he's not fully immersed in considering the rest of what was said, overwhelming as it was, it's just— Leto asked; the compulsion is there.]
Aquae Lucidius. Under one of the stone panels in the far wall.
In the mattress' slats, too, beside a locked coffer full of stolen gold. Everything I took from Riftwatch, in addition to Thedas' wealthiest residents— in case their fortunes were marked or enchanted.
Black powder's stitched behind the painting of myself, the one hung over the fireplace.
And two stolen bottles of egregiously expensive Carnal 8:69 Blessed are tucked within a false panel in the back of the wardrobe, bundled up with a sword I commissioned for you. A gift. [which comes with the sheepish addition of:]
no subject
What potent punctuation, the sound of fabric tearing in the background: Ataashi's lowing growls painting an all-too-vivid picture of the would-be chaos Leto describes— and one that turns Astarion a far paler shade of bloodless than usual.
Or maybe that's just his rabbiting pulse, jumping hard beneath the alluring pressure settling around his throat, tangible and tentative. Crimson eyes running dark with dilation as synaptic impulse takes control of all his senses. His tongue wet, his throat dry, before— ]
Drugs. [Blurted out sharply.
And it's not that he's not fully immersed in considering the rest of what was said, overwhelming as it was, it's just— Leto asked; the compulsion is there.]
Aquae Lucidius. Under one of the stone panels in the far wall.
In the mattress' slats, too, beside a locked coffer full of stolen gold. Everything I took from Riftwatch, in addition to Thedas' wealthiest residents— in case their fortunes were marked or enchanted.
Black powder's stitched behind the painting of myself, the one hung over the fireplace.
And two stolen bottles of egregiously expensive Carnal 8:69 Blessed are tucked within a false panel in the back of the wardrobe, bundled up with a sword I commissioned for you. A gift. [which comes with the sheepish addition of:]
....alongside a few strands of your hair.
[When he clears his throat, it's sharp.]
That last one's for me.
[Not you.
Of all the things he didn't mean to confess.]