[Oh, play (or sick) or not, Astarion almost nips him for that one. Longer fangs eager to challenge the measure of their lesser counterparts just to remind them of their place in the pecking order, brought on by a competitive streak that won't be quelled even in the circle of those arms.
He finds a way to silence it regardless.
(Love. Stupid, entirely obstinate love, that's how.)] Old man??
You're far too unwell to be testing me like this, you know.
[When his resolve finally breaks, it's with a kiss that only scrapes across the bow of Leto's lips— canines (lightly) asserting their part in this arrangement.]
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[Oh, play (or sick) or not, Astarion almost nips him for that one. Longer fangs eager to challenge the measure of their lesser counterparts just to remind them of their place in the pecking order, brought on by a competitive streak that won't be quelled even in the circle of those arms.
He finds a way to silence it regardless.
(Love. Stupid, entirely obstinate love, that's how.)] Old man??
You're far too unwell to be testing me like this, you know.
[When his resolve finally breaks, it's with a kiss that only scrapes across the bow of Leto's lips— canines (lightly) asserting their part in this arrangement.]