Jedao whimpers, a softer noise, as tender as the skin Astarion is slicing open. The sting of it feels - different, more insistent, more alive, in such a sensitive place.
"No gods," he insists, a hoarse half-whisper. "If this is an offering, it's for you."
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Date: 2024-05-10 03:36 am (UTC)"No gods," he insists, a hoarse half-whisper. "If this is an offering, it's for you."