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Goldilocks

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CHARACTER NAME

Taryon Darrington

CIVILIAN NAME

Gary Jumbo

TEAM

Redemption

HOUSING NUMBER

005

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[sanguivorous]

[Ah. That smile. Any nerves Astarion may have still had melts away. He responds with a confident, roguish smile.]

Of course I did, darling, how could I stay away from you for long?

[A beat, then more awkwardly:]

Erm, and perhaps you would like my company tonight?

[likemybooks]

[He looks at the hallway. No sign of a doctor who would scold him for taking his guests whe he should he resting alone.]

Of course. It's getting rather dull resting all day.

[He rapidly waves Astarion inside.]

...Are you still hurt?

[sanguivorous]

[He slips on in with his small bag, dropping it by the bed.]

Oh, don't worry about the plasters.

[He says as he stands there, looking like literal death. His pallid skin is even paler than usual, his eyes more sunken with darker circles under them. The only thing keeping him from not seeking out a coffin to curl up in is Taryon.]

[likemybooks]

I would think that all those bandages are worth being concerned over.

[The pallor could be concernin, but Taryon must consider that being a vampire could affect his appearance for the worse. Would it be impolite to point out that he's looking particularly terrible today?

His consistent staring isn't helping matters.]

[sanguivorous]

I'm not even bleeding, darling, there is nothing to worry over.

[He wobbles a bit. Oh.]

Er, may I sit?

[likemybooks]

[Taryon reaches out to grab Astarion before he apparently faints, but the uneasy stance does not comfort him.]

You really need to.

[One hand on his back, Taryon guides him to sit on his bed.] I hope you didn't escape from your observation room or whatever doctors put you while they're working on you.

[sanguivorous]

No, they released me.

[He sits, sighing with his typical dramatic flair.]

They aren't able to provide me what I need, anyway. Last time I dared to suggest being given a blood bag during a crisis I received an ear full.

[likemybooks]

I can see why that's problematic.

[He drops beside Astarion, arms supporting him from behind, then leans onto Astarion's shoulder.]

Will you be alright?

[sanguivorous]

[He's stiff for a moment, then relaxes into him. He had missed his touch like this.]

I won't be going into a frenzy tonight, if that's what you mean.

[He just assumes Taryon is afraid he may lose control of himself, than being sympathetic in any other way. He doesn't sound bitter about it, it's a smart thing to worry about, after all.]

[likemybooks]

Oh, right, that's also important.

[He really should remember than he's going to regularly kiss what most people consider a monster.]

But do you need blood to heal? I know things are different for the undead. Just wondering.

[Very few seconds pass.] Hold on, I could offer a bit of blood.

[sanguivorous]

[He looks at him, surprised that that wasn't what he had meant, and smiles. He ducks his head, pressing his forehead against Taryon's jaw, affectionate.]

It does, yes.

[He doesn't lift his head, just snorts a bit of a laugh.]

Do you have a store of it somewhere? You strange, little man.

[likemybooks]

Not in some sort of bag! I thought you can drink a few drops of people. Like, poke them a bit and leave them woozy sort of thing. Not that I'm offering that much, just...well...to speed up the process.

[He rubs the back of his head.]

I figured it'd work. And I should at least thank you for saving my life. Twice.

[sanguivorous]

[He leans back to look at Taryon again, brows furrowed.]

Like...I nip your neck and just have a lick?

[likemybooks]

Well...

[He tries to smile, but it ends up as a grimace while he rubs the side of his neck with his fingers.

Fingers...he removes them from his neck.] Would these still work? Less like to have unsightly bite wounds.

[sanguivorous]

Ah.

[He touches the scars on his neck at that remark, frowning for a moment. It's an unsatisfactory pitch, as Astarion would much rather sink his teeth into Taryon's neck--in as tender of a way as possible, of course.

But the offer of even a taste of his blood? Even if Astarion is sure it would barely satiate his hunger, that simple offer can't be turned down.]

I wouldn't say no to a taste of you, my dear.

[likemybooks]

[The way that Astarion phrased that is worth some scoffing, but Taryon looks past it. It wouldn't be Astarion without a double entendre.

He holds out his pointer finger. It's clean, save for a dusting of a vitamin biscuit that he ate earlier.] I guess...this one? Will I feel a prick?

[sanguivorous]

Yes, you will. But I promise to be gentle about it.

[He is at a loss for a moment, however, unsure how to go about taking blood from a finger. Should he just chomp on it like a rambunctious dog? No, of course not. He takes Taryon's hand in his, guiding the pointing digit to his mouth, and though it isn't a neck, or any other meaty part of the body that would be nice to sink his fangs into, the fact this was to give him blood makes his stomach twist into an excited, hungry knot. He tells himself to calm down lest he does bite off the whole of Taryon's finger, and instead brings the tip to his lips to give it a nice kiss...

...and with a quick, small movement of his mouth, nicks it with his fang. The pain probably akin to a paper cut or an accidental prick on a needle.]

[likemybooks]

Alright... [It's all anything Taryon asks: to have his first time be gentle.

He had never been kissed on his hand, much less on the pad of a single finger. Something tightens inside him as he watches Astarion dab his lips on his skin...

And that tightness disappears with a quick, shallow slice. The tension shoots out like a shockwave, and he flinches at the slight pain.]

Ah! [His cut finger curls upward against Astarion's mouth.] Sorry, I just felt that. I'm fine.

[sanguivorous]

[Taryon's finger jams up into his gums and flicks out of his lips before he could even get a taste of blood.]

Augh!

[He exclaims, touching his mouth over where the finger had jerked out, and gives a big sigh.]

It's okay. Now you know what to expect in the future, darling. May I?

[He holds out his hand, eyes drawn to the bead of red forming on the finger...]
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[likemybooks]

[Naturally, Taryon wants to wash that bit of blood away, but now with a use for that injury, he keeps it still for Astarion to take.]

Just enough so you feel better, please.

[sanguivorous]

[He could tell him now that there was no way he could get enough blood from a small prick on his finger to even take the edge off his hunger, but then he would probably rescind his offer.

So instead, he says simply as he takes his hand back in his:]

Of course, my dear, no more than that. You will still have rosiness to your perfect little cheeks when I am finished.

[The fingertip is pressed to his lips again, and he can smell the blood, overwhelming. Savory. Sweet.

With a soft moan he absolutely did not mean to make, he draws the finger into his mouth and the first drop of blood smears on his tongue. He begins to suck gently, urging more drops to come.]

[likemybooks]

[It's a reassuring reminder that Taryon will not leave this room pale as a ghost and in need of additional medical attention, never mind draining him from a paper cut-level injury is near-impossible.

There's nothing else to look at other than Astarion, so Taryon's eyes are on his lips the instant his finger slips inside with a gentle moan. It had to be unintentional. Was it? The manner in which Astarion sucks on his fingers is too similar to a certain salacious act that it can't be a coincidence. As the question of whether feeding is that pleasurable darts around his brain, Tary is forced to stare at the wall and think of anything else in the world to stop the blush on his fair skin.

It's difficult when Astarion keeps on going in this manner.]

[sanguivorous]

[Unaware of the way he looks to the other man, Astarion continues to drink from his finger, shut eyelids fluttering every time he gets a few more drops to flow onto his tongue. Without thought, he eagerly swipes the tip of his tongue over the pad of his finger, as if they would help to coax more out.]

[likemybooks]

Ghh--

[Nope, nope, this is exactly what Tary thinks is happening, he wishes he didn't have enough experience to be familiar with those tongue movements, but he's in too deep and he can't tell his own tired and injured boyfriend that he has to stop doing that with this eyes.

Especially because that would mean calling attention to how red his face has become, because damn...Astarion really looks like that during sex?]

[sanguivorous]

[Without being told to stop, he continues to suckle and flutter his long lashes, adding a sigh through his nose every now and then when the blood tastes particularly piquant.

Soon, however, the finger stops providing anything more than the merest morsel. For a moment he thinks about opening a new wound, but no, that was just his hunger talking. After a quick inner reprimand, he removes the finger from his mouth, tongue running over his lips to clean it over lingering blood and saliva.]

Ah... Taryon, your blood is sublime.