seluknight

[seluknight]

@o4thbroken / on the first night, he watches the man - hulking, halfway familiar, one eye wrong - across the campfire. handsome, he thinks. before, he would have-

no, before he did-

no. he doesn't know.

it is that lack that bids him close the space between them. he sits on a log, beside the man - beside killian - and falls into radiating charm. easy as breathing, he thinks. though he doesn't know what he looks like. and as soon as that thought crosses his mind, hands - his own hands, yet they're about as unfamiliar to him as killian's - come up to trace his own skin.

there are scars there. the ghost of vanity bids him abandon this attempt at seduction, and pluck astarion's mirror from where it rests outside his little tent.

oh. thank- thank something. someone else he's forgetting.

his hair is a mess. shorter than it should be, he thinks. and the scars...

some of them are still fresh. but he can't feel them.

is he still pretty? he considers this, until astarion snatches the mirror out of his hand.

right. back to revolving around killian's mass like a flirtatious little planet. he's bored, he nearly hacked off someone's hand, and he has questions.

question the first, delivered into the now far more limited space between himself and killian: " how do i look? roguishly handsome, no? "

[seluknight]

INDIE & SELECTIVE MUTUALS ONLY SIDEBLOG TO @OFLOLTH ; 21+ ONLY.

this is just a sideblog so that i can write some muses who i've developed as connections but who aren't mains & don't fit my other blog ! this blog will be particularly low activity and selective.