#undeadspawn

[princguard-a]

" Be at ease, Astarion. I did not mean to startle you, I was only going for a walk to clear my head."

@undeadspawn

[bhaalswn-arch]

*smooches those bloody lips.*

bloodied kisses? ( bloodied kisses! )

It was perhaps a good way to clean the blood off his lips. To feel a pleasing weight to them. Of course, Astarion probably wanted to taste it. All Alkas could taste is the bitter metallic taste in his mouth. Not pleasant, but nonetheless satisfying for a Bhaalspawn. Almost sated and clear-headed. To feel blood right against his skin, and savour the blood on his tongue. ( The blood will soon travel up to your head, soon to think about Astarion's blood, but you cease any other thoughts plaguing your mind. It was easier when someone was just smooching you. )

"I hope you like the taste of goblin."

[compatiissante]

@undeadspawn replied to your post “10. fucking. years. aspen. 10. FUCKING. YEARS.”:

2013... best year and those that came right behind

​2013 was wack, but i got you and wyll out of it so 🥺🥺🥺 ILUUUUUUU

[thedoctorsaysimwrong]

...of course... bunnies... uh hu.... totally.

[gloireceleste]

*sniffs* ❝ i'm sorry to say you're body is starting to smell like decay, darling~ ❞

" i've got bad news sweetheart, the only dead man walking here is you~ "

[raphaeni]

@undeadspawn liked for a small starter

"My my, here comes the little vampling." He doesn't even look up from the desk. "All alone this time too. Need me to read something again?"

[bhaalswn-arch]

neck kisses that turn into love bites .

KISS & TELL. ( ACCEPTING )

Your lips pressed to his pale neck. You kissed over the pulse that once spiked many centuries ago. Yet you crave something else. Your teeth ached, but not in the way that it ached for vampires. Your teeth yearned for something more than blood. It craves for the flesh as well. But you try not to get ahead of yourself lest to harm Astarion. ( That's the last thing you wanted. To harm someone due to the lack of control you had. ) So you bite and suck to see if Astarion's pale neck could bruise. It was enough to sate yourself.

Your fingers ran through Astarion's hair while your mouth worked, creating a few love bites here and there. Your teeth grazing over the expanse of his skin. Craving to bite deeper and deeper. With the finishing touch of crafting up one more love bite, you lean back a bit to marvel at your work. "Hm, not bad."

[bhaalswn-arch]

🙌

send 🙌 to grab my muse by the throat. ( accepting !! )

A hand is pressed nicely to your throat, pressure applied to make your noises almost rasp-like. You could feel his fingers at work. Squeezing. You bit on your bottom lip, dragging your teeth over something soft and supple. Gods. You stay still in your bedroll, your golden-brown gaze looking Astarion over.

"You know, I thought you were more into biting necks rather than grabbing them like this."

[thedoctorsaysimwrong]

CAN YOU REALLY BLAME HIM

[gloireceleste]

❝ are you implying that the meat bag you are wearing is still alive? ❞

" he is. and i wear him remarkably, thank you very much. you owe him your life if you think about it. he's the only wall standing between you and a face-full of divine light. "

[princguard-a]

Lark's emerald gaze softened as she took in Astarion's visage. She crossed her arms over her chest and watched him carefully. He certainly seemed remorseful, but whether he was sincere remained to be seen, and yet there was something deep within her was convinced he was being honest. It ebbed at her mind as she exhaled a tired sigh.

" Look, You just need to communicate when you need nourishment. We keep it private, and if you promise not to kill me during the process, my blood is yours."

❝ i... ❞ he ran a hand over his face, the feeling was but a numb brush against his own flesh. his senses were lost as hunger was agonizingly overtaking him. his thirst grew sharper by the day and no amount of animal blood taken when no one was looking would sate his need like hers would. the tadpole had been but a blessing to him... oh how he wished it had taken care of that insatiable need. ❝ DARLING... forgive me. i am not used to asking... you are right, however... i should have... ❞

[princguard-a]

[princguard-a]

“The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.” ― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

[princguard-a]

While in camp, Lark is teaching herself how to draw and paint. She uses her party members as art props and well, this is how it starts out for her:

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