TLV: IC Contact

[sixfeetofdirt]

Careful; I bite.

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[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion shrugs with one shoulder.

"You didn't do it to me."

And he barely knew Hilbert, so, fuck that guy?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He laughs, placing his hand over Astarion's.

"Man, no wonder you got shit for it. That's not a good enough reason. I mean, I'm glad you let me off, don't get me wrong."

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion lifts his other hand and gives Jacob's ear a little pinch. Basically painless.

"I'm also terribly biased because I like you," he says. "I suppose that's not good enough either?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Don't know." He smiles. "Look, I'm grateful for it."

And he raises up to kiss him. "The rest of this fucking place can rot, but you and Ro are what's keeping me from just wasting away."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"...I don't normally enjoy feeling responsible for anything." Astarion kisses him again. "But this, I don't mind, because I prefer you unwasted."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Well that's too damn bad," he laughs, settling into his lap again. "And you ain't responsible for me."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"...I know. I do. But if I have an influence on you, I want it to be a good one."

He shudders, theatrical.

"Ugh. I can't believe I said that. You didn't hear anything of the sort."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He sits up again to kiss him. "I didn't hear a goddamn thing," he promises, wildly amused. "And you ain't always a good influence. Remember the movie theater?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Hard to forget," Astarion says, voice smoky. "I personally think that was a very good choice on my part."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Might be something to try again one day," he muses, as if he hasn't been thinking about it.

Now that he's here, that he's slowed down enough and gotten the frustration off his chest, he is not inclined to leave.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Now who's a bad influence?" Astarion teases. "I couldn't agree more."

He goes back to stroking Jacob's hair, seeing as Aylin curls up against his side and starts purring.

He doesn't want him to go anywhere either. Not when he can have him here, and safe, it makes him feel...better.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He relaxes into his lap, letting out a breath as he gently strokes Aylin's fur. "You still are."

He lets the silence stretch a moment before he reaches up to take his hand and kisses his fingers.

"Can't believe it's been a month since that. Just a single fucking month."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"It's been...unusually eventful." He passes a fingertip gently over Jacob's bottom lip. "Overall, I think I like it better when it's dull."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Yeah, I do too. Hopefully this next port will actually be useful."

He sits up. "A nice holiday."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Actually nice, this time," Astarion agrees. "Few if any disasters. Hells, I'd take another quiet island, and I thought I'd already had enough of the wilderness."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Why? Cuz you know I'll make you a shelter and you can just enjoy your books?"

He wraps an arm around his waist. What a good thought, though.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion laughs and leans into him, pecking him on the lips.

"You know I'd make it worth your while, darling."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Honestly, Astarion, you just have to sit there and look like that and it's worth it."

Because Jacob has eyes, after all!

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Oh, you just want me to be decorative? Luckily for you, I'm very good at that," he says, almost purring with satisfaction. "Gods know I won't be much use for keeping you warm at night."

He's not cold, he's just sort of...room temperature, always.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"No, you do a pretty good job of getting the blood pumping."

He snickers. "Besides, Rosita will be there. She's pretty warm."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"You're right. And I can just go hunting, should your blood be moved in her direction," he says lightly.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"You could."

He has fantasies of his own, of course, but those aren't to share. Instead, now that he's sitting up, he draws him into a deep kiss.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion has his own, but he and Rosita's relationship isn't in that kind of place (yet?). Here and now, it's more than enough to wind his arms around Jacob's neck and kiss him in return, all but climbing into his lap in the effort to get closer.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He smiles into the kiss, nudging poor Aylin away from him now. "Been a hell of a month," he mutters against his lips. "No time to breathe between disasters and no fucking privacy when there was."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"We've got time now," Astarion breathes. His cool fingertips stroke the nape of his neck. "Whatever shall we do with it, mm? I'm wide open to suggestions."