Astarion isn't blind in the dark. He moves with perfect confidence,
unsurprised when their bodies encounter the edge of the bed; he simply
slides back and pulls Jacob forward, cool hands stripping off his shirt and
running over his chest. As if he's trying to recommit it all to memory,
the warmth of him, the firm shape of muscle and the texture of his skin.
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Date: 2024-08-04 07:01 am (UTC)Astarion isn't blind in the dark. He moves with perfect confidence, unsurprised when their bodies encounter the edge of the bed; he simply slides back and pulls Jacob forward, cool hands stripping off his shirt and running over his chest. As if he's trying to recommit it all to memory, the warmth of him, the firm shape of muscle and the texture of his skin.