Hades catches up easily; the benefit of height ever catering to those uniquely long strides. Astarion hardly minds, of course, twisting his posture to remain facing as—
As a hand settles just beneath his chin, flush with living warmth and remarkably light. Prelude to the press of their lips against one another, catching just as quickly as it begins, and ebbing just the same.
Deliberate.
And maybe the answer to everything that spirit had asked before.
His own exhale is swift in the wake of that kiss. Low through his nose. A passing little huff before he trails on, trotting along in the Ascian's shadow.
"Lucky thing, too." Astarion breathes out, fitting his hands to his hips as the haze around them begins to fade.
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As a hand settles just beneath his chin, flush with living warmth and remarkably light. Prelude to the press of their lips against one another, catching just as quickly as it begins, and ebbing just the same.
Deliberate.
And maybe the answer to everything that spirit had asked before.
His own exhale is swift in the wake of that kiss. Low through his nose. A passing little huff before he trails on, trotting along in the Ascian's shadow.
"Lucky thing, too." Astarion breathes out, fitting his hands to his hips as the haze around them begins to fade.
"I'm not even a little tired."