[ Iorveth wrenches the man's arms behind his back, and he shouts, "Ow!" Astarion rolls his eyes, pressing a cold palm over his mouth just as he starts to say, "You monsters—" ]
Die with a little dignity, at least.
[ A lot to ask from a man who was just pissing on a tree in the woods, he knows. Muffled noises of protest come from behind his palm, but Astarion ignores them, leaning back in to latch on to the man's throat again. As warm blood fills his mouth, he glances up at Iorveth. It feels oddly a little bit like infidelity to do this in front of him; it's different when it isn't Iorveth, entirely non-intimate and perfunctory, but that doesn't mean it doesn't feel a bit awkward to suck the blood of a man who's sandwiched between them.
Luckily, the sensation of having his hunger sated distracts him from any discomfort. It's been days since he fed on Iorveth, yes, but even longer since he drank his fill. With Iorveth, he has to be careful not to take too much, but he can gulp down as much as he pleases now. As the muffled sounds die down to weak whimpers and then nothing at all, he goes from sated to absolutely gorged. Once the man has gone limp between them, he swallows down a last mouthful and draws back, shoving his corpse to the side as if it were garbage. It makes a soft thud as it hits the dirt.
There's blood dripping down his chin and onto his shirt—messy is right—but he's surprisingly unbothered. In fact, he feels unbothered about just about everything now. He lets out a giggle, lightheaded and a bit blood-drunk. ]
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Die with a little dignity, at least.
[ A lot to ask from a man who was just pissing on a tree in the woods, he knows. Muffled noises of protest come from behind his palm, but Astarion ignores them, leaning back in to latch on to the man's throat again. As warm blood fills his mouth, he glances up at Iorveth. It feels oddly a little bit like infidelity to do this in front of him; it's different when it isn't Iorveth, entirely non-intimate and perfunctory, but that doesn't mean it doesn't feel a bit awkward to suck the blood of a man who's sandwiched between them.
Luckily, the sensation of having his hunger sated distracts him from any discomfort. It's been days since he fed on Iorveth, yes, but even longer since he drank his fill. With Iorveth, he has to be careful not to take too much, but he can gulp down as much as he pleases now. As the muffled sounds die down to weak whimpers and then nothing at all, he goes from sated to absolutely gorged. Once the man has gone limp between them, he swallows down a last mouthful and draws back, shoving his corpse to the side as if it were garbage. It makes a soft thud as it hits the dirt.
There's blood dripping down his chin and onto his shirt—messy is right—but he's surprisingly unbothered. In fact, he feels unbothered about just about everything now. He lets out a giggle, lightheaded and a bit blood-drunk. ]