[His kiss is firm and solid like an old stone foundation, not the wet and desperate one he had attempted to coax him into all those weeks ago when Taryon stayed the night. It's different that any other kiss Taryon has had: soft and exploratory with Lawrence, energetic and forceful with Johnny. This is one man who will stay with him, and Taryon will keep it that way. Ereshkigal won't take him.
He grasps Astarion's shoulder, feeling himself wobble as their lips refuse to pry apart, but, alas, he must breath to be human, and once staying this close becomes uncomfortable, he pulls away. His eyes crack open to be half-lidded. So what if they must wander through this graveyard; he only wants to look into Astarion's eyes while they are safe.]
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He grasps Astarion's shoulder, feeling himself wobble as their lips refuse to pry apart, but, alas, he must breath to be human, and once staying this close becomes uncomfortable, he pulls away. His eyes crack open to be half-lidded. So what if they must wander through this graveyard; he only wants to look into Astarion's eyes while they are safe.]
...Can we go back to how we were before?