It certainly doesn't smell human, or like the blood of any other creature
he's seen spilled, come to that. Strange but not repugnant. Astarion wants
to lick it from his skin regardless of the risk. Wants to sink his teeth
into the heart of his darkest bruises.
"Next time, I want a mirror in here," he says, voice a rough purr. "I want
you to see how beautiful you look when you're hurting."
He also said he wanted to bleed 'a little', not just once. That distinction
earns him another two small wounds at the small of his back, a deep lash
crossing the two parallel lines already scored.
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It certainly doesn't smell human, or like the blood of any other creature he's seen spilled, come to that. Strange but not repugnant. Astarion wants to lick it from his skin regardless of the risk. Wants to sink his teeth into the heart of his darkest bruises.
"Next time, I want a mirror in here," he says, voice a rough purr. "I want you to see how beautiful you look when you're hurting."
He also said he wanted to bleed 'a little', not just once. That distinction earns him another two small wounds at the small of his back, a deep lash crossing the two parallel lines already scored.