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Date: 2025-04-24 11:44 am (UTC)
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She just smiles, thoughtful - maybe a little mischievous, but she doesn't say anything besides a small hum of approval.

"Now we're talking - when do we get to spears? Harpoons?" Even reeling is still too passive for her.

Date: 2025-04-24 05:56 pm (UTC)
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Astarion always has something sharp on his person - it's a wonder neither of his lovers have lost a finger while undressing him - so he simply nods and heads over to what passes for the steering of this very simple vessel.

It takes a little bit of brute force - not something he's accustomed to - before the boat starts to do as Jacob asks.

Date: 2025-05-02 07:29 am (UTC)
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"Yours, and you can tell me to sit down and shut up if you want," she informs him, knowing that even though she means it - she would sit down and shut up - he won't.

She sets instead to unplugging lights as asked, and then comes back over to drop down beside Jacob on the deck.

Date: 2025-05-03 09:48 am (UTC)
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Astarion nods, crouches down and casts the spell, a ball of flame appearing over the palm of his hand in preparation to be thrown. He just lets it hover, the light not bright enough to spook the fish but enough to make clearer some of the shapes moving around beneath the water's surface.

Despite himself, he finds himself sharing in Jacob's anticipation of action to come.

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