[They'd only brushed against the surface when it came to their sexual misadventures that there were certainly quite a few secrets left. Partners were a rarity, trust even more so, and Astarion being a man? Outside of experimentation he was an adjustment, but his captivating personality, bountiful beauty, and his charismatic sense of style.
And then there was the trust, or maybe a level of intimacy Dante hadn't allowed himself in years, in spite of Astarion's protests. He'd seen enough of Dante that the half-demon couldn't help trusting him. The inviting sting of Astarion's teeth against his jaw is a pleasant reminder, sinking into flesh, drawing on that tainted demonic lifeblood.
It stirred an impious delight that hummed darkly in his own veins and called out to the part of him that often cubed such things with fighting. Astarion had asked him not to hold back, and he did give him the devil he craved, but his own impulses required more discussion. The desire to explore that here were they might be seen was an incredible impulse that took a lot of self-control on his part.]
Ah, we've spoken a few times though not in person, so I'll have to see what it is that makes him difficult to miss [did Dante troll him a little bit? Yes, he did, he had no other choice] and because you've said he's a powerful close combat fighter, that's something I'll have to see firsthand. I like a glowing review after all.
[And on a more compassionate level Dante wound an arm around Astarion's shoulders, warding off the wind streaming off of the ocean water.]
I'm sure you must have missed him very much I...ah...[well Dante wasn't very good at this sort of thing, but then again, he'd been taken off guard when Astarion came out here to look for him.]...didn't mean for you to come out here, especially in the middle of a reunion.
[For all of Dante's bluster, interpersonal relationships were a struggle.] You can probably tell this isn't my area of expertise, but if you need anything.
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And then there was the trust, or maybe a level of intimacy Dante hadn't allowed himself in years, in spite of Astarion's protests. He'd seen enough of Dante that the half-demon couldn't help trusting him. The inviting sting of Astarion's teeth against his jaw is a pleasant reminder, sinking into flesh, drawing on that tainted demonic lifeblood.
It stirred an impious delight that hummed darkly in his own veins and called out to the part of him that often cubed such things with fighting. Astarion had asked him not to hold back, and he did give him the devil he craved, but his own impulses required more discussion. The desire to explore that here were they might be seen was an incredible impulse that took a lot of self-control on his part.]
Ah, we've spoken a few times though not in person, so I'll have to see what it is that makes him difficult to miss [did Dante troll him a little bit? Yes, he did, he had no other choice] and because you've said he's a powerful close combat fighter, that's something I'll have to see firsthand. I like a glowing review after all.
[And on a more compassionate level Dante wound an arm around Astarion's shoulders, warding off the wind streaming off of the ocean water.]
I'm sure you must have missed him very much I...ah...[well Dante wasn't very good at this sort of thing, but then again, he'd been taken off guard when Astarion came out here to look for him.]...didn't mean for you to come out here, especially in the middle of a reunion.
[For all of Dante's bluster, interpersonal relationships were a struggle.] You can probably tell this isn't my area of expertise, but if you need anything.