#the redeemed | threads (mccnrxse: astarion)

[fereldensheroesa]

@mccnrxse asked:

“you’re looking at me funny.” ( from astarion, to: up to you )

Her nose wrinkled as he spoke. Her thoughts had been running. Those dark thoughts. Fangs latching onto a jugular, sinking deep. The rending of flesh and vein. The beautiful red spray of a torn artery. The gargled gasps and choking. A hand rose to pinch the bridge of her nose then.

"Sorry. My thoughts were miles away. I'm forming a habit of that--- assuming it's a new habit."

[fereldensheroesa]

@mccnrxse asked:

if you keep doing that, i can't promise i'll behave. ( Nimue & Astarion )

Had she been flirting? Did... did she know what flirting was anymore? Had she ever known? She'd been fussing, she supposed. Making sure his hair was as he liked it after a fight, adjusting his collar.

His words, though, came as she had risen a hand--- far above her own head--- to softly run her thumb over the corner of his lips, wiping away some blood the lingered there. It was a tender motion, she supposed.

"---I wouldn't think you would want to... misbehave with me."

[fereldensheroesa]

Her head shook at his questioning, a little smile tugging at one corner of her mouth. "No, sorry. Neither of those things. You don't disgust me, at all. Nor do I have any desire to harm you." Neither of those statements was untrue. "My mind has a habit of running away with itself, down... certain lines of thoughts. No matter if I want it to, or not." And Gods, she didn't want it to. She didn't want to think on how blood and flesh would taste were she the one to be biting necks.

"An... overactive imagination, I suppose. And not really in good ways." And the overwhelming desire to commit those vicious acts she thought on.

He rather shamelessly stared right back at her. If she could stare at him, he could do the same. Astarion tried to figure out what her expression meant, but for some reason, it was quite difficult.

❝Hmm,❞ the vampire spawn hummed curiously, his brows furrowed. ❝Either I disgust you or the roles are reversed and you are the vampire and I'm your pray now. I can't really figure it out.❞ Now that he started to think about it, being the prey was definitely not his cup of tea, and his nose scrunched in slight disgust. He preferred to be the predator instead of being the prey.