[ Xenk's heart certainly speeds up for this, with Astarion's breath against his lips. He licks his lips as if to taste it, as if to know more of him—to have more.
He smiles. Xenk may at times run a bit colder than your average person, but here with Astarion's cool touch and warm praise, he feels alight. The trail of kisses to his ear leaves him shivering, and the hint of fang is enough to make him gasp. ]
I am not afraid.
[ Xenk's free hand grasps at the one on his chest, chasing the touch as Astarion pulls away. Xenk wants that more than anything now. The real Astarion, the sharp fangs and the cold touch. He isn't afraid of what he'll do to him. He knows he's a good person. He knows, even being a vampire spawn, that Astarion is good.
Xenk has nothing to fear. He follows Astarion willingly, leaving the café with eyes only for the spawn. ]
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He smiles. Xenk may at times run a bit colder than your average person, but here with Astarion's cool touch and warm praise, he feels alight. The trail of kisses to his ear leaves him shivering, and the hint of fang is enough to make him gasp. ]
I am not afraid.
[ Xenk's free hand grasps at the one on his chest, chasing the touch as Astarion pulls away. Xenk wants that more than anything now. The real Astarion, the sharp fangs and the cold touch. He isn't afraid of what he'll do to him. He knows he's a good person. He knows, even being a vampire spawn, that Astarion is good.
Xenk has nothing to fear. He follows Astarion willingly, leaving the café with eyes only for the spawn. ]
I believe you, Astarion.