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Tʜᴇ Pᴀʟᴇ Eʟғ | Asᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ Aɴᴄᴜɴíɴ ([personal profile] illithidnapped) wrote2022-02-03 01:54 am

INBOX II




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doggish: don't stop! just kill them! (anger ⚔ today's motto is)

[personal profile] doggish 2024-08-17 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Do you hear that, Astarion? A groan loud enough that perhaps it manages to cross miles, rumbled petulantly with no thought nor care for the amused stares it nets him. Leto grumbles loudly at his notebook and redoubles his pace, which doesn't really mean a whole lot when he keeps getting turned around.

But he can do this. Even while drunk, he can probably do this. And if he can't, the sun is closer to setting than rising, so either way, he'll be home soon enough.]


we shall what you can manage before I make my way home on foot. I am not sitting tight after you write about filling me at both ends. you owe me for telling you this, and I aim to collect when i see you next.

[And honestly? He does consider dodging the question again, if only because he'd much rather continue down this filthy line of thought. But this is the second time Astarion's asked, and he'll get concerned if Leto keeps avoiding it.

So, with a heavy (and unheard) sigh, his hand a little sloppier thanks to walking faster and writing all at once:]


if you need to know: i was hired as a temporary bodyguard for the week for a half-elf merchant princess who wished to attend varying events. what I was not told was that today was for her own pleasure. I have functioned as glorified bag holder for the past six hours as we went from varying boutiques and stores, buying outfits and jewels and perfumes and makeup and anything else you can think of. my opinions were consulted and promptly ignored, which is for the best, as I began to agree with anything she said just to shut her up.

Be told: apparently earthen tones are passé, and "cutout chic" is fashionable now. i don't know what that means, but she apparently did. now you know.


[She wasn't, honestly, a terrible person. Spoiled, but sweetly so; it's just that Leto isn't a damn servant.]

and i still have four days before i'm done. [Whiny little pup, but he's drunk, leave him be.] at least she means to attend a party later this week, so i can actually do my damned job.
doggish: the way you are (anger ⚔ why are you)

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[personal profile] doggish 2024-08-17 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
not enough
doggish: i was emotionally slutty (talk ⚔ i revealed too much)

[personal profile] doggish 2024-08-17 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[No, no, that's not true. That's very much the opposite of true, actually.]

a hundred gold coins a day, with traveling expenses included. which is why i could get you a present.

what's wrong with cutout chic?

what is cutout chic??



and she is not a child, but still young enough she and her friends giggle a great deal, so take that as you will. i will not call what they did making a pass at me, but it was unpleasant.
Edited (OH MY GOD TAG PELASE) 2024-08-17 04:58 (UTC)
doggish: (talk ⚔ i beg your fucking pardon)

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[personal profile] doggish 2024-08-17 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
a HUNDRED GOLD COINS a day
doggish: i was emotionally slutty (talk ⚔ i revealed too much)

[personal profile] doggish 2024-08-17 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
i would not mind seeing YOU in clothes with holes in them

you would make them look good

she did not

i do not think a woman's form is flattered by the addition of cut out holes where her breasts should be, undershirt or no


[It's not cute!]
doggish: (happy ⚔ the barest of smiles)

[personal profile] doggish 2024-08-19 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, see, now, this is a far more agreeable subject.]

Oh? You still need to go first. I have yet to see you transformed, and I would like very much to remedy that. If you're wearing something filthy, all the better.

But tell me: how much? Or, if it's more agreeable to you: tell me what you'd be willing to do to see it.
doggish: a douchebag (happy ⚔ he's what we historians call)

[personal profile] doggish 2024-08-19 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
you do.

and yes.

i like the thought of you having to earn a treat for once. any treat, cutout outfit or otherwise, but you get your way without earning it far too often.

besides: i have miles to go before i'm home. unless you want to play a more mundane game, entertain me. tell me what you'd pay for your prized diamond, hm?
doggish: agreeing before you know any of the weird details! (flirt ⚔ well look at you)

[personal profile] doggish 2024-08-19 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
oh, i need not dream it

i can remember it with ease

you offer me anything and everything when you have the least little resistance. my fierce vampiric lord turned mewling slut the moment i demonstrate i can still pin you with ease whenever i wish . . . perhaps even easier now
[the slightest pause, the slightest hesitation] with my magic.

[Move on, move on:]

and if it is hard for me to walk to you, it must be even worse for you: left home alone with too many toys and so much free time . . .

why don't you use one now for me? if i am truly more spoiled, then indulge me in my request.
doggish: for eyebrows (happy ⚔  it's a wonderful night)

[personal profile] doggish 2024-08-20 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
bossy thing. you ask while not bothering to even elaborate what kind of ensemble you might want to see

[But no, no, he's into this now.]

you make it tempting to say "the thickest thing we own", you know— but i think i'd rather see you atop that one toy you tormented me with in the sex shop. the one that vibrates and changes temperature.

the thought of walking into the apartment just to see you with your legs splayed and your back arched, fucking yourself with that toy and begging me from the moment i cross the threshold to touch you, tend to you, fuck you and mount you in earnest . . . it's an alluring fantasy, amatus.

but if it's entrapment you're in the mood for, i would not say no to those ropes we bought that day too. you're vicious when you think you have me helpless, and all the more sadistic if you've been baited first.

an hour. perhaps less. that's how long it will take me.

am i right?
doggish: get ready to be babashook (shock ⚔ babadook the musical)

[personal profile] doggish 2024-08-20 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
you what

[Scrawled more than anything, for in the next moment Leto's head is craning, glancing rapidfire up at the rooftops and all around him as he tries to spot— what? But it's so hard to say when the sun is still glimmering and his lover can turn so many things.]
doggish: a pokemon sprang out of the wild grass! (shock ⚔ !!!)

[personal profile] doggish 2024-08-21 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
I— uh—

[Honest to gods, he forgets how to talk.

His brain is brought to a screeching halt from the mere sight of her, this ethereal creature that is his kadan and yet not all at once. His tongue is suddenly thick, his eyes darting about her face frantically as he realizes what she's done. Somehow he manages not to trip over himself as he heads from the street to the alley, dodging people in a daze as his eyes stay locked on Astarion.]


You—

[And he can't explain it. He can't understand why he's suddenly so flustered, the tips of his ears reddened and his eyes as wide as saucers, looking every inch the adolescent he appears to be as he stands in front of his mate— save maybe that she's so beautiful.

Stunning. Breathtaking. Astarion is always attractive, Leto swears, but this is so new. The sleek lines of her face are softened just slightly, her scarlet eyes more doeish than normal as she glances up at him through dark lashes. It's so hard to see the shape of her beneath her cloak (and trust he looks, eager to see all of her); Leto's eyes flick down, up, down, and then finally up again, his expression nothing short of delightedly bewildered.]


It's . . . when did you—?

[Murmured in Tevene, and the undercurrent is: it is you, isn't it? It must be. It has to be. She smells the same, looks the same down to the arrangement of freckles and moles, her hair longer but with the same curl pattern and her lips curved in the most familiar smirk— oh, it must be Astarion, and yet Leto's hand hesitates just once before cupping her cheek.

Small, he thinks in unconscious echo as he turns her head up to face him. Not absurdly so, but there's a difference there, and it thrills him to realize it. Small, their height difference suddenly widened by a matter of inches, her frame slighter and softer than he's used to. His thumb strokes gently over the curve of her cheek again and again, his body already angling to stand between her and the street in unconscious bid at protectiveness.]


How did you— when did you— how did you get here?

[Oh, gods, he sounds inane, but he can't help it, not when his mind is still struggling to play catchup with current events. He wants to kiss her and doesn't dare, not just yet, gripped with a shyness he still struggles to understand.

He also can't help the way he keeps trying to get a glimpse of her beneath that cloak: not crudely so much as avidly (and drunkenly) curious about how this potion treated his lover. More to the point: what bits of her it emphasized, and where, and how much. He wants to know, but . . . oh, to hell with it, he'll find out soon enough, he thinks, and focuses back up on her face once more.

Sincerely, then:]


You're so . . . you're beautiful.
doggish: (sex ⚔ turn around bright eyes)

[personal profile] doggish 2024-08-25 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's her, it's her, it's her, the thought echoing in time with his thundering pulse and sweetly underscored by the lilting cadence of her voice. It's her, Astarion, my Astarion, and yet still, he might have spent minutes gaping at her in if not for that sweet reset. He exhales softly in delight, his ears flicking to hear that echoed Tevene—

And with it comes a shift, slow and subtle and yet undeniable for how it changes his countenance. His eyes go dark as his chin tips down, his eyes slow as he drinks her in inch by unsubtle inch. Hot exhales come slower now, his posture stilling as his muscles tense in anticipation— and then, with heavy deliberation, Fenris takes a step forward. And then another, his hand slipping into her cloak to wrap around her waist, pushing her until he crowds her against the wall. One leg slips forward, wedging mercilessly between her own, the line of his thigh pressing firm against welling heat. Soft and plush even through layers of clothes, and with a little grin he nudges his thigh up, grinding experimentally against her.]


Just the opposite.

[His voice has dipped down low, rumbling in the base of his throat. She's so pretty like this, her skin all but glowing in the near-sunlight and her lips curled up in such a coy smirk. His thumb strokes against her hip as his other hand slides down to catch catch her chin, keeping her face upturned.]

Beautiful thing . . . did you risk the sun just to find me?

[His thumb rubs slowly against the swell of her bottom lip once, twice, before he ducks down to brush his lips against her deadened pulsepoint, his words pooling hot against her skin.]

And now that you have . . . what do you suggest, hm? That I carry you to a brothel so that I can pin you to the bed and tease you with my tongue until you beg me to fuck you? Or that we stay out here and ru—
doggish: but it's a MOOD y'know (shitpost ⚔ this is a specific mood)

[personal profile] doggish 2024-08-25 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
['Leto!' a girl's voice cries, and all at once his expression drops.]

Fasta vass

[There's a pretty little thing across the street, waving to try and catch his attention. A blonde half-elf, her arm straight up in the air and her fingers wiggling in an obnoxiously cutesy way. She wears a green dress with, indeed, cut-outs in particularly strategic areas, her breasts and hips peeking out to reveal a white slip. She's accompanied by a little posse of similarly dressed girls, all of them with similarly styled hair, all of them decked out in an assortment of subtle golden jewelry and carefully applied makeup.

She leads her pack across the street, and with a low groan Leto straightens up from his conquest.]


My employer . . . I will be rid of them.

[But the moment she reaches the alley, she's chattering brightly, her eyes darting from Astarion to Leto and back again. 'Is this your girlfriend?' she cries, sounding for all the world as though she's delightedly interested. And yet there's something just a little calculating behind her eyes as she adds, her gaze flicking to Astarion: 'Why didn't you ever say you had one? Don't tell me you're embarrassed! And she's so pretty . . . you could have mentioned her today, you know!']

I was not—

['He's so shy,' she says at Astarion with a little giggle. 'And so gruff! How do you get anything out of him? Oh! But I'm being silly— my name is Arlynn Silverhand, of the Silverhand clan. And you must not be from around here . . . I've never seen clothes that . . . interesting before. Did you just come in from the countryside?']

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