Astarion splutters.
"Excuse me-"
He reaches not for a fistful of snow, but for Jacob's wrists, aiming to keep him pinned down and unable to subject him to further indignity.
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Date: 2024-08-02 01:02 pm (UTC)Astarion splutters.
"Excuse me-"
He reaches not for a fistful of snow, but for Jacob's wrists, aiming to keep him pinned down and unable to subject him to further indignity.