He gives it a thought, stroking a hand across his chin. “Hm, Bhaal’s blood might’ve been though, thinking about it, for those wanting an explosive murderer in their house.” He pauses, giving Mal a once-over, slowly sizing his lover up and down, appreciating the sight. “You’re allowed to hate them, and their habits,” he mutters, picking up the contempt in Mal’s voice and his dark frown, reaching out to run a hand down his arm. ~ It's a careful dance they're doing. Right along the knife's edge of morality. Caught between right and wrong and finding each other somewhere in the middle as they always have. With blood on their hands and love in their hearts. The subtle touch of Darius' tail on his thigh has Mal drawing closer without a second thought. A tension leaving him at the gentle caress of Darius' hand on his arm. Reassuring that this is all still play. A game between lovers. "I never owned anyone myself. My attendants did so willingly." He says in a calm tone, a hand lifting to walk his fingers up Darius' chest.
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In #SpiderStorm AU Mal @tragedysorbet.bsky.social and Darius are in the Underdark, taking the fastest route to Reithwin and Halsin, collecting Astarion on the way, to connect all 4 again.
