That's right, this would all be over when the moon was done. This wasn't permanent. This need, this desire, this ceaseless hunger would go back to being something manageable tomorrow.
Astarion tries to focus on that--something he can trust (for all that doubts linger, for all that he worries that perhaps it won't be so easy--) instead of how he wants to lick the blood off of Jarlaxle's neck and finish what he started. ]
Tomorrow.
[ He nods, backing away from him now that he's been released. He can't even begin to imagine how apologetic he'll be, how he'll feel. But it's an easy promise to give, and one he intends to keep, no matter what happens. ]
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That's right, this would all be over when the moon was done. This wasn't permanent. This need, this desire, this ceaseless hunger would go back to being something manageable tomorrow.
Astarion tries to focus on that--something he can trust (for all that doubts linger, for all that he worries that perhaps it won't be so easy--) instead of how he wants to lick the blood off of Jarlaxle's neck and finish what he started. ]
Tomorrow.
[ He nods, backing away from him now that he's been released. He can't even begin to imagine how apologetic he'll be, how he'll feel. But it's an easy promise to give, and one he intends to keep, no matter what happens. ]