"Is that a knife in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
World's most awful joke there, but it lands all the same— if charisma counts for anything at all.
...which admittedly, it might not.
"Ah ah. Don't you dare." That shift prompts a heavy re-settling of Astarion's weight, leg snaking around the underside of Fenris' own. It equates to a loss of total leverage— prompts the tip of Fenris' borrowed dagger to dig, nipping at Astarion's side— but in the grand scheme of things it feels worth it. Doubly so when his free hand works its way around Fenris' unarmed wrist, testing the elf's ability to work back against his own vampiric strength.
The blade slips higher, flat edge cold as it tips Fenris' chin higher, closer to his own mouth.
His voice is honey. A throaty purr dripping with contentment.
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World's most awful joke there, but it lands all the same— if charisma counts for anything at all.
...which admittedly, it might not.
"Ah ah. Don't you dare." That shift prompts a heavy re-settling of Astarion's weight, leg snaking around the underside of Fenris' own. It equates to a loss of total leverage— prompts the tip of Fenris' borrowed dagger to dig, nipping at Astarion's side— but in the grand scheme of things it feels worth it. Doubly so when his free hand works its way around Fenris' unarmed wrist, testing the elf's ability to work back against his own vampiric strength.
The blade slips higher, flat edge cold as it tips Fenris' chin higher, closer to his own mouth.
His voice is honey. A throaty purr dripping with contentment.
"Say you yield."