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“With my condition as volatile as it is, I fear any undue, er, excitement, may tip it over the edge. So to speak."
“Darling, are you telling me you haven’t come since you’ve had that thing in your chest?” Astarion asks.
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Gale can't come without setting off the orb. Astarion can work with that.
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16 Oct 2024
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It is not love. It is not even, really, an alliance. It is just the way that things are, the two of them thrown together by Mephistopheles’ whim. Haarlep does not even know what they would do with love. Incubi are made for sex, and they were made for sex with Raphael. Love does not come into it.
But they do wonder, sometimes, what they ought to call it. There must be a word, must be something to describe the way that they know immediately exactly what kind of day Raphael has had by the way that the cambion carries himself, by the length of his stride and the set of his jaw as he crosses the threshold of the boudoir. He is furious, anger and contempt burrowing beneath his skin.
Haarlep smiles at him, adjusts the way they’re lounging on the bed, loops an arm up over the headboard. They smirk.
“Why,” they say, “you look like you have had quite the productive day, master.”
___Raphael has had a bad day. Haarlep helps him unwind, in the way that only they can.
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Haarlep gets Raphael absolutely fucked up. For his health. Raphael is about as grateful as you'd expect. There are absolutely no complicated emotions going on here at all, why do you ask?Bookmarked by yamibree
03 Oct 2024
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During the party, amidst the celebrations and the drinking and the merriment, Lae'zel slips away to find Wyll.
If you choose not to romance Lae'zel, there's a chance that, at the tiefling party, she'll try to seek satisfaction with one of the other party members instead. If you ask her how it went the next morning, her response about Wyll is that he "only wanted to talk." This is that scene.
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13 Sep 2024
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"Astarion sees the fireball – but then his attention returns to Gale.
Gale, whose face has drained to sickly white pallor and he crumples into himself with a sharp gasp, and that’s when the scent of fresh blood fills Astarion’s nostrils.
Gale’s blood."
In which people see whatever That is between Astarion and Gale and wonder. Meanwhile Astarion and Gale are oblivious. Set during Act 3.
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01 Sep 2024
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Arsamenes lacked self-restraint. It was a flaw in the eyes of all but himself; after all, was blood not meant to run hot?
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15 Aug 2024