I'd really rather partake of you, [ he says, nipping harmlessly at Iorveth's thumb, ] but your blood is too precious to waste.
[ He hates to think of it as a waste, because drinking Iorveth's blood is the closest thing he's ever had to a religious experience, but it is. Unnecessary spilling of his blood might make him too fatigued to make the journey, much less defend himself if it becomes necessary. He glances back at the man, who appears to be whistling a jaunty tune as he relieves himself. He doesn't look particularly threatening, although Astarion is at a disadvantage without his weapons.
A shrug. He may be daggerless, but he still has teeth. With careful, quick steps, he positions himself behind the stranger before tapping him on the shoulder. ]
You should be more careful, travelling in the woods alone at night. [ The man startles, yelping and looking back over his shoulder in surprise— ] You never know what sort of monsters you might run into.
[ Feeding on the involuntary is always a messy, unpleasant affair. Astarion wraps his arms tightly around his victim as he sinks his fangs into the man's jugular; the man, meanwhile, yells out in pain and surprise. "What the— get away from me!" He thrashes in Astarion's grip, dick still fully out and flopping in the wind. Astarion's weak arms give way, and the man breaks out from the hold, stumbling away and pressing a palm to his bleeding neck. "Gods, what are you?" he practically shrieks.
Astarion scowls, red smeared across his face, and reaches back out for him. ] Stop struggling.
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[ He hates to think of it as a waste, because drinking Iorveth's blood is the closest thing he's ever had to a religious experience, but it is. Unnecessary spilling of his blood might make him too fatigued to make the journey, much less defend himself if it becomes necessary. He glances back at the man, who appears to be whistling a jaunty tune as he relieves himself. He doesn't look particularly threatening, although Astarion is at a disadvantage without his weapons.
A shrug. He may be daggerless, but he still has teeth. With careful, quick steps, he positions himself behind the stranger before tapping him on the shoulder. ]
You should be more careful, travelling in the woods alone at night. [ The man startles, yelping and looking back over his shoulder in surprise— ] You never know what sort of monsters you might run into.
[ Feeding on the involuntary is always a messy, unpleasant affair. Astarion wraps his arms tightly around his victim as he sinks his fangs into the man's jugular; the man, meanwhile, yells out in pain and surprise. "What the— get away from me!" He thrashes in Astarion's grip, dick still fully out and flopping in the wind. Astarion's weak arms give way, and the man breaks out from the hold, stumbling away and pressing a palm to his bleeding neck. "Gods, what are you?" he practically shrieks.
Astarion scowls, red smeared across his face, and reaches back out for him. ] Stop struggling.