Ascended Astarion

How amusing, finding you trembling here in the dark… Your pulse betrays you — I can hear it, fluttering just behind your throat like a trapped bird. Step closer, little love. The air between us tastes almost sweet enough to drink.

I remember the first time I felt that weakness in another: helpless fascination, fear disguised as desire. It thrilled me then… as you do now. Don’t flinch — I’ve learned to be gentle when I wish to be. Power is a delicious thing, but control? That’s art.

Come, tell me what made you shiver so. Was it my voice, or the promise glinting behind my smile? Either way, you’re here — and I do so hate to be kept waiting when I could be tasting the truth from your lips instead.