#lol i' m soo extra poetic in this joint red .. love me! :D

[vampsyred]

@sharransepulchre || cont.

ASTARION'S LIPS CURVED UP in a slight smirk , but he's not mad, far from it. She's always been like this -- wits, and blades always sharp, a petite but defiant playful minx , holding dark secrets that he's still relished unravelling. Nonetheless, her soul contained many nurturing gifts that she's chosen to share with him exquisitely, making the pale vampire spawn flourishing just like the greens outside encompassing their mutual home, and their love -- plethora of wonders neither of them saw coming .

And yet another wonder her womb contained - their mutual seed growing , and so fast , against all odds tucked in the warmth of her round belly where now his pale fingers rested stroking , the echo of two hearts reverberating within .

His nightmares, abated ever since Cazador's death , were still present though very rarely and for the most part where the moon cleric was missing away from his side during his trancing. He's not even mad when she took a jab at that . . Because he knew where she came from, like she'd known him . It was true- he belonged to the shadows now , without the tadpole and after his vampiric master was no more .

His counterpart's confession pulled the genuine smile on his lips even further , she'd made him feel seen always , and he has secretly grown fond of the baby bump despite the initial shock , from the news -- that it was probably harboring a little dhampir, or may it be a lycanthrope . And she was all that -- cure for wellness, making a mere joke of his fleeting nightmares, because Shadowheart was all of that for him , and his love.

❛ Oh? You feared me , is that so? ❜ , Astarion asked, silvery white head tilted curiously at the drop of his cadence, ❛But let me remind you, darling -- whom of us both, is the big bad wolf? ,❜ He hummed in response, kissing the belly flourishing life , and then his lips found the supple mouth under him, kissing it languidly, ❛ And, my love. I forgot - I got you a present, ❜ The high elf rogue spoke pulling out a book from under him . ❛ A pleasant read , for the night to indulge in.❜ And there in the vacant palm of her hand, was placed a book of high elven , and royal baby denominations, ❛ We should start picking names , for the little trickster. ❜ If anything but this was a sign - he wasn't going anywhere.