"Don't look at me like that."
"Do you think this is funny?"
"Hilarious, actually." Astarion smiled, leaning against a tall pine tree, his arms crossed over his chest, "I mean, did you see the look on his face?" Astarion asked, "Absolutely delicious." I grit my teeth, unsheathing the sword at my side and pressing the tip against his throat. Astarion seemed unsurprised, only offering his hands up with a smug smirk. I tightened my jaw, tearing off my helmet and tossing it to the side with a loud clunk.
"You think it's funny to defile my name so brazenly?" I hissed, applying slight pressure with my blade, drawing the smallest amount of blood. "I've killed for less." Astarion scoffed, rolling his eyes as he pressed a finger to the tip of my sword, flicking it away from his throat.
"Color me terrified." Astarion said in a monotone voice, pushing off the tree and striding further away, "Relax darling," He cooed, "being pleasured isn't something to be ashamed of." He placed his hands on hips, "Especially when it's coming from such a handsome suitor, such as myself." I squeezed the hilt of my sword tighter, shaking my head.
"False or not, I am not some conquest for you to parade around with." I snapped, swinging my blade down and stabbing it into the soft soil beneath me, "I am not a trophy for your inflated ego." Astarion hummed at my words, walking behind me as he spoke.
"Is it the warlock?" He asked, "Does it bother you that he thinks you're lying next to me every night?" I turned my head over my shoulder, seeing the pale elf staring back. "Why do you care what he thinks?" Astarion asked, inching closer, "Or feels?" He closed the distance between us, being close enough for me to feel his chill breath down the back of my neck as he spoke, "When was the last time you were actually touched underneath all that armor, Oathbreaker?" I felt his cold fingertips graze my neck as he gently brushed my (h/c) aside. I spun around in a flurry of anger, my hand wrapping around this miserable prick's throat as I drove him against the trunk of a tree behind him. He slammed into the bark with a thud, his hands wrapping around mine as he coughed and sputtered.
"Let me be clear, Vampire," I spat, tightening my grip around his throat, "you are only alive because I care for that Warlock." Astarion gasped for air, his ruby eyes widening as I pressed tighter, "I'll play your damned game for what it's worth, but the second-," I paused, bringing my face closer to his, "the very second our interests unalign, I will take that pretty little head of yours straight off its shoulders." His red irises linked with mine, his feet squirming underneath him as he swatted my arm, begging to be put down. I released my hold on him, watching him crumple to the ground as he grabbed at his own throat, coughing and gasping before taking in big breaths. I scoffed, turning on my heel and finding a log to sit on as Astarion gathered himself. I took a seat, my fingers quickly finding the hooks of my armor and unclasping them so my chest piece fell off, leaving me in only my bra as it had before. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing the white haired man sitting in a pile of dead leaves, still rubbing his own throat.
"As insufferable as you find me," Astarion began, clearing his airway as he rose to his feet, "you'd still let me...taste you?" My nose scrunched up at the way he chose his words, my body tensing as I felt the cool night breeze against my bare skin. I could hear Astarion approach me slowly. I drew in a deep breath, seeing our camp not too far from us, a couple lonely bodies sitting around a campfire while one looked out into the dark forest desperately searching for something, or someone.
"I'd never betray my own word." I said under my breath, hearing the snap of a twig directly behind me, causing me to glance back. Astarion was on me like predator to prey, his shirt tossed aside, his left hand wrapping around and grabbing ahold of my face. Our eyes locked for a moment, his crimson irises flickering over mine with such lust and need, his gaze trailing over each arch and curve of my face as if he were memorizing what kind of expression I was making in that moment.
What kind of expression was I making?
"I can't tell you how ironic that is," He laughed almost breathlessly, "Oathbreaker."
