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"... Nym hears Astarion put his dagger away with a satisfied sigh. 'Are you going to let all that blood go to waste? Thought you’d have your fill with him.'
Astarion stops directly in front of him, rosemary filling his lungs. He feels a flutter of nervousness at the proximity, a heat that climbs up his neck. 'And why would I do that, knowing I have something infinitely more delicious offering itself up to me?'"
Bookmarked by Knight_Starfallen
03 Nov 2025
