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He has Miller's dog tags and the scars from the Bliss and the fires. He's full of memories.
Astarion nods, then leans in, kissing him delicately on the mouth.
"I didn't mean to distract you. Where are you keeping your monsters?"
The DVD or whatever else, he means.
He gestures to the bed and digs through his collection of DVDs.
Astarion does as he's bid, stretching out along the bed and crossing his legs at the ankle. It's really more lounging than sitting.
"Alright, this is when they catch a payara," he explains. "Big teeth."
"Do these people fish for...food, trophies, to protect their prey?" Astarion wonders, as he snuggles in.
He curls an arm around his shoulders.
"They sometimes let em go."
"Rather confusing and traumatic for the fish, but better than the alternative," Astarion murmurs. "You mean medicines and such?"
He grins as something dawns on him. "You know. They call it the vampire fish because it comes out in darkness and bleeds out its prey."
"A distant relative, I see," Astarion drawls, but he can barely suppress a grin of his own and isn't really trying to. "I'm sure it's far from the only creature with such a strategy. How many 'vampire' animals does Earth have?"
He holds him closer. "I think there's more, but that's all I can remember."
"A vampire squirrel? That, I should like to see."
Astarion turns his head, kissing Jacob's jaw softly.
"Oh yeah, I'll add it to our watch list."
Astarion doesn't quite purr at this, but there's something undeniably catlike about how he tilts his head into the touch. "I like your hands in my hair," he murmurs. It's not common that he'll say something like this, that he'll be simply and bluntly honest about what pleases him. With some people, it feels like he's handing over the tools to manipulate him. But not Jacob.
As with most things like this, Jacob doesn't quite know how to eloquently put that it's an intimate gesture that isn't overtly sexual, that something like this is comforting and makes him feel closer to him in a way that he didn't think possible.
"Mmm. It does."
He blinks heavily, as if he might drift off in Jacob's arms, though that's desperately unlikely. He's just in a pleasant state of lassitude.
Being with him is just...good. It feels good.
Want to go shooting? I haven't picked up a bow in a while.
Thought we might go hunting. Got any ideas for what you want to hunt?
Birds? Something small. I feel like a challenge.
I'll meet you there. Get it set up.
See you soon.
[Astarion is there a few minutes later, dressed for the outdoors, bow slung over his shoulder and quiver strapped to his back.]
"What do you think? Plenty of clearing for quail and lots of birds in the trees."
He picks up his bow he left near the door.
Astarion nods his approval.
"Perfect. Not even too cold," he says, pleased. "You didn't bring Mae to retrieve our quarry?"
He's teasing. He knows their prey is illusory, at best.
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