[ Astarion actually laughs, disdainful, at the ridiculousness of being threatened with a needle. As a spawn, surely Damris knows that something so small couldn't possibly frighten him after all of the torture he's endured-- ]
Ow! [ The needle pierces through his sleeve and into his skin, and godsdammit, it does hurt. Astarion has tolerated endless pain, but he's never been good at it. His hands drop from Damris's throat out of surprise, and he growls, ] You little shit.
[ He scrambles for his dagger, unsheathing it and holding it to Damris's throat in one motion. Even held at knifepoint and snarling like a rabid beast, the tiefling is annoyingly good-looking. Why he was chosen, Astarion imagines. Looks open so many doors, and it's unlike a vampire lord not to try and open as many doors as he can. ]
Beg me to spare your worthless life, [ he says, tip of his dagger pressing against the soft skin of the tiefling's throat. ] --No. Better yet, beg him.
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Ow! [ The needle pierces through his sleeve and into his skin, and godsdammit, it does hurt. Astarion has tolerated endless pain, but he's never been good at it. His hands drop from Damris's throat out of surprise, and he growls, ] You little shit.
[ He scrambles for his dagger, unsheathing it and holding it to Damris's throat in one motion. Even held at knifepoint and snarling like a rabid beast, the tiefling is annoyingly good-looking. Why he was chosen, Astarion imagines. Looks open so many doors, and it's unlike a vampire lord not to try and open as many doors as he can. ]
Beg me to spare your worthless life, [ he says, tip of his dagger pressing against the soft skin of the tiefling's throat. ] --No. Better yet, beg him.