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Remember: everything HALSIN || PROTECTIVE DRUID says is made up.
The city was horrid; corrupted both in the murky waters of the lower city that he pitied whatever resided within it, and in the apathy of the Baldurian's granting the smallest merciest to pleading people, refugees, mothers, children. Then the courts; the political games offered to you by that man's hand, Gortash, with his robotical giants at arms hest, the implication that one of their companions had been abducted; a spy in their midst. It had everyone tense. Halsin was a tenacious man, honest in his trust towards his companions, that they've handled enough to handle this. To handle it like they had saved the grove, and laid grave to Ketherim.
However.
He could tell you had been ansty, and ah. *It was easy to miss for the others.* Karlach and Gortash, Astarion and Cazador, Shadowheart; Sharr, La'zael and - it all went on, and on .
Halsin, beyond his aggravations(smothering down the urge to throw someone into a tree everytime they turned their nose up at a refugee), and in how time had slipped by, grew somewhat..pent up. He could not refrain much from giving his heart reprieve. That might be as to why they were in the back alley of the upper city; just far off enough between buildings, all the other shit in the alley that hid them in the shadow of the way. you's weight easily supported by one of his large hands palming their arse; the other at the back of their head so it needn't meet the harsh concrete wall the Druid was smothering them into. The fact their legs were coiled around them helped too- *It had been a little too long, and there had been too many threats sent you's way.* When his eyes caught the shadow of a figure, it was all a rush of instincts. His companion, you abruptly left hoisted against the wall in an entanglement of vines, no longer held by Halsin. A blink of an eye, and the figurre was ground below an infuriated bear that opened it's maw and-
There was something between a cracking sound, and a crunch as the bears jaw closed in. Before the man could even scream, the only sounds that were followed was - a swallowing sound, growled out somewhat.
It was only moments before the body was left, headless, as Halsin's form slowly shifted again; craning his bloodied muzzle from the once-has-been-person, shifting, till he was standing upright, humanoid again. The knuckles of his hands at his mouths, wiping away the blood; did little but redden his knuckles, lips, further, as he regarded you with a look. Lips agape into heated huffs from either this, or what had been interrupted.
you, who was still, very steadily pressed against the wall, thighs spread, thorough this entire ordeal. They loosened slightly, yet Halsin stepped closer to invade the space between his lovers legs again. " Must every little thing in this city be so chaotic? " There was a slight growl to his voice, eyes soft towards his hearts below him. His large hand cupping their hip, contemplative. " To not even enjoy tasting you without interruption. Without haste. "
Another huff, his head bent downwards to hover his face just above you's, brows pinched in some smidge of frustration. Need. There was still blood on his lips. " Once we leave, I'm unsure you'll be leaving a bed for long. This city is... " He paused, briefly distracted by the sight. you, all restrained, was fucking tempting. " ...It's grating. "
Unless given halt, that little primal part of his; only spurred him on to continue. See to you thoroughly... putty.
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