sixfeetofdirt | TLV: IC Contact

Careful; I bite.

"...I know."

Astarion snags his side of the blanket and pulls it up over their bodies.

"And I don't. I mean it."

"I believe that."

He takes a long breath and lets it out, relaxing. "Tell your cat not to sleep on my face in the morning," he mutters.

Astarion chuckles and reaches out to turn out the light.

"She does as she pleases, darling, and I'm afraid you're warmer."

He groans, mostly for show, and gives him one last kiss in the dark before he settles down to actually sleep.