( The touch, the closeness to Astarion -- not physically, but emotionally -- is enough for Karlach to burn cool blue out of sheer affection. She's never going to tire of Astarion, she's never going to get over the sense of awe she feels at the fact he wants her, that he's comfortable enough with her to let her in past his walls. Gods, he really is something else; wicked as the Hells and twice as sharp, but he deserves so much more than what she can give him. This life in the Hells, for whatever it's worth, even if it means he doesn't have to worry about the sun or the fact he gets to have the time of his life killing.
She lets her head fall against his, breathing in the scent of his hair -- fresh against the horrors of the Hells. )
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She lets her head fall against his, breathing in the scent of his hair -- fresh against the horrors of the Hells. )
Gods, I love you.