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[He shuffles to the door and opens it, blinking at the sight of her. He's in a rumpled t-shirt and sweatpants, but at least they're clean!]

I said chocolate, not a damn massacre.

[But he manages a tired smile, gesturing her inside.]

[ her lips slant and she narrows a playful eye at him. ]

Fuck you. It was this or chocolate mint with salted fish flakes.

[ she wanders in after him, admiring his ass even in something loose fitting and when he turns she holds out the ice cream. ]

[He takes it from her and immediately has to lick the melting chocolate from his fingers.]

Goddamn. If I didn't want this so bad, I'd kick your perfect ass over it.

[But there's something very indulgent about it and it helps his throat so much. His voice is deep and gravely still, recovering from that specific injury, and he is exceptionally grateful.]

[ she can tell and her smile widens. ]

It's not even that melty, god. She pulls back the wrapper on her popsicle and looks around for somewhere to sit. ]

So, how did the fucker kill you?

[His room is from a higher end hotel, though of course the kitchenette has been removed. There's a desk with a chair, a couch, and his bed, which Jacob sits on the edge of. Mae's crate sits in the corner, though she's not inside of it at the moment.]

Put his claws through my throat. Didn't even bite me or anything.

[ laura takes a spot on the couch and bites the tip of her popsicle and lets it melt on her tongue before wincing at how jacob died. ]

I wish I didn't know exactly how that felt.

[ the glass probably felt the same as claws, too. ]

It's bullshit that this shit keeps happening.

[He pops one of the little brownie bits between his teeth.]

Eh, I knew he'd do it. I told him to fuck off and then spit on his shoes.

Someone was being a diva.

And you - what the hell? You like dying and death tolling that much that you decided to pick a fight with something that had claws? There's people on this stupid ship that sometimes land in coma's after dying and then vanish after that for good.

[ judging by her face that is something she doesn't find very funny. ]

I didn't really want to fucking die in that moment but I knew it would happen. I underestimated him. Astarion told me to look for guys with red eyes like him, but that they were stupid.

I didn't know this guy was the big bad master of it all until it was too late.

[He shrugs.]

He was going to kill me anyway.

[ laura isn't so sure she likes how nonchalant he is about the whole thing, but acceptance was a thing that tends to happen when you know what an inevitable outcome is going to be.

still.

she takes another bite of her popsicle and lets it melt in her mouth before saying: ]

You know, I've died six times over my 28 years of living and not once have I never anticipated it beforehand. It just happened. But being dead and still alive, not a nice feeling.

[The ice cream feels so goddamn good on his throat and he just enjoys the feeling of it for a moment.]

Shit, you're 28? You make me feel fucking old.

[He does grin, though, not liking to dwell.]

Well, if you want to get technical..

[ since time wasn't really a thing there and she all but failed to age once she died the first time, by doing the math, she's definitely over 30 now. ]

I guess I could try a little harder at making you feel younger.

[ her eyes have a certain suggestive glint to them ]

[Jacob smirks.]

I'm sure you can, sunshine. And just when I'm starting to feel better. [He doesn't. He feels like shit. But the worst is mostly over, at least.]

[ she slides the last bit of popsicle off the stick and grins playfully. ]

Really? Cause you look like death warmed over. I'll seduce you later when I know I can get a little something out of you, too.

[He watches that movement just a little too long before he realizes that he's staring.]

Don't make me wait too long.

[ that look...

laura sees a waste bin and gets up, dropping her wrapper and stick into it and walks over to stand in front of him, looking to see what he's got left of his ice cream. ]

Or I can just fuck you now. [ adds boldly ] Maybe that'll make you feel better.

[It is melting in his hand, but he doesn't even notice.]

Can't think of any better medicine.

[ she doesn't mind if he gets a little on her.

laura crosses her arms, taking the bottom edges of her shirt and pulls it up and over her head, leaving her almost bare in a black lace bralette. ]

Yeah, pretty sure it will work.

[ her eyes drop to his face and she leans in close to sweep her tongue across his bottom lip. ]

[He's starting to feel better already. He sets the melted cone on the nightstand and decides that will be a problem for later.]

I think anything will work.

[He buries a kiss in her neck, cupping a breast, enjoying the feeling of lace under his fingers.]

[ a hand settles on his shoulders before smoothing down his back, sucking in a breath at the sudden wave of goosebumps that his lips rouse when he presses them on a particularly sensitive spot.

she gathers the fabric from his t'shirt in her fingers and slowly pulls it over his head, haphazardly discarding it and catching his gaze before claiming his mouth in a bruising kiss. ]

[Despite how he feels, he's relatively unmarked, not even with the scars of the claws on his neck. And once the t-shirt is off, he reaches for her again, desperate for bare skin against his mouth.

He slides one hand low, brushing his thumb between her thighs as he pushes down the sides of his pants, thanking his luck at not wearing his normal jeans.]

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