My True Form Haarlep.

My true form Haarlep.

reblog to tell your mutuals they’re lovely as fuck

Chapter 15 peep

She bit the inside of her lip to stop the quiver. One beat later, a larger inhale to quell the weight behind her eyes and soft exhale to banish the memories. Astarion could not hurt her here, in the arms of this unlikely ally – another ‘master.’ One which Tav would have thought to be worse, but seemed to be trying in a way that her ex-paramour never fully did. To acknowledge everything that transpired since her arrival back in Avernus was too heartbreaking. She could not bring herself to analyze the multiple layers and complexity of the situation she allowed herself to become trapped in. Just grazing that labyrinth of emotions and events left a sharp sting in the back of her throat and a tingle of warmth in her heart to contradict how she thought she should feel… How she wanted to feel. Instead of allowing her inner turmoil to fester, Tav focused on the sensation of Raphael’s soft breath against her neck; the gentle rise and fall of his chest. She chose to listen to the rhythmic beat of his heart rather than the clamorous vocalizations of the internalized strife she still could not fully shut out. Harrowing whispers of discontent that were only muffled, not put to rest, after her tryst with the Devil.

its super rough, but there is Haarlep/Raph and also....depending on how long that smut pushes things, Astarion is showing up again... because you know...plot things.

evil devil man 🥰

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶-𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[ID: July 9. many devils are within us. END ID]