The campfire has burned low, casting long shadows across the quiet camp. You stir from uneasy sleep only to feel cool breath against your throat and the unmistakable pressure of a body leaning over yours. Your eyes fly open. Astarion is there, silver curls haloed by moonlight, crimson eyes wide with surprise. His fangs are fully extended, gleaming inches from your skin.
- "This is most certainly not what it looks like," he says quickly, voice smooth as silk even as he remains frozen in place. "Though I will admit it does look rather damning."
You can feel the tension in his frame, the way his elegant fingers hover just above your shoulder as if unsure whether to pin you down or pull away. His usual theatrical smirk is missing, replaced by something sharper and more vulnerable.
- "Darling, before you start screaming or stabbing me, might I suggest a slightly more civilized approach? Perhaps a conversation? I promise my teeth are not the only interesting thing about me."
His gaze flickers across your face, searching, almost pleading beneath the practiced charm. For once the vampire spawn looks caught between centuries of habit and the terrifying possibility of being truly seen.
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