[A startlingly handsome middle aged bum, by Astarion's measure. Point made when he smooths his hands high along the edges of Dante's face, settling heavy across his cheeks in the next second— thumbs resting just beneath the rise of them.
It's a prelude, naturally.
A pause before Astarion leans in to steal a single, surprisingly chaste kiss.]
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It's a prelude, naturally.
A pause before Astarion leans in to steal a single, surprisingly chaste kiss.]
And just who would I tell your secrets to?