audience: astarion

[mygod]

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[haematocritical]

[ yeah? yeah????


anyway he just hands them the EVE energy drink. ]

Well... it has enough places to eat that I'm willing to forgive their ideas.

[mygod]

[ they do not take it so that astarion is still holding it. do not want... ]

Ah, to accept luxury and turn a blind eye to cruelty. That is common everywhere.

[ it's not actually serious or judgmental though ]

[haematocritical]

[ TSK. ]

Yes, well. I'm willing to do that for a few days to enjoy the food. And the clothes. I think there's been enough cruelty and misery that I can afford to that.

[ let a vamp buy jewellery and eat cake. ]

[mygod]

[ wow ]

So grouchy after your weekend.

Though I suppose you can't be blamed.

week 5, monday

[mygod]

[ not being called on to be a personal stylist. wow. anyway, war arrives as they do. the company enjoyment sorta mood is dimmed by the immediate vibes of appraisal they are apparently giving astarion.

already planning and all. ]

Dressing up for someone?

[haematocritical]

[ NOT PAGE 2

oh he's just immediately being judged, huh. well, fair. he did get pecked just to be a second set of eyes. ]

Making the most of all this before it vanishes, might be a better way of putting it. [ but oocly i SEE THAT BALLROOM. ]

[haematocritical]

Yes, I wonder why I'm bloody grumpy.

[ he sighs. ]

If I'm shopping, I'm not thinking and I'm fine with that right now.

week 5, monday

[mygod]

[ she will happily head over to where he is and curtsy. ]

Shall we?

[mygod]

[ HELP ME

they gesture at the shops in the pavilion since that's definitely where they will have to be plunked anyway. ]

Very well. Pick a place, and I will assist you with finding something fitting.

[haematocritical]

[ offers her an arm. ]

Let's. I'm hoping whatever they serve there is appropriately fancy enough to match the layout.

[haematocritical]

[ I SEE IT. ]

Hmmm. Good point, what do I feel like? [ ... ] Start fancy and work our way down from there? I might as well go big or not bother at all.

[mygod]

[ don't look. ]

You never really struck me as a man who did not always start anything extravagant.

[ come along. to the most fancy ass store that is out here!!! a little curiosity emerges. ]

Yesterday was heavy. How are you fairing?

[haematocritical]

[ covers my eyes. ]

I might as well dabble in opulence while the world burns around me, no?

[ LET'S. GOOOO. DRESS UP THE ELVES TIME. ]

... ugh. [ ugh. ] I'd have felt bloody worse if she'd overdone her engine or got caught up in killing again this week. [ emotions are disgusting. ]

[mygod]

[ she takes it! elgantly...... ]

It would be a bit of a letdown if it's like... fries.

[haematocritical]

[ elgantly. ]

... The unhealthier food has a time and place, but in a setting like this? It should be something like tiny sandwiches and cakes, don't you think?

[mygod]

As gruesome as it was to do, I think you are right. She is better now than she would have been otherwise. Regardless, thank you for your help, even if it was pain to expect of you.

[ terrible times, terrible times.]

What colors are you interested in?

[haematocritical]

No one else would've done it. [ ... well. ] Gale might've, but he'd have botched the job. [ this is so rude but also true. ]

Ah, this is bringing back some memories. Maybe I should branch out a bit from the classic red and gold combination this time?

[mygod]

Yeah! The really cute cakes, too, with fancy decorations!

[ he gets it... ]

But you never know with these places.

[mygod]

[ shrugs and walks toward the shops then. ]

I'm sure she'll write to you.

[haematocritical]

Only one way to find out.

[ to the fancy little tea area they goooo. ooh, ahh. much relaxation. ]

[haematocritical]

Yes, there's that. Not quite the same.

[ ... ]

I don't suppose the three of you have some idea where they all are?

[mygod]

We're not at liberty to speak on it. Ask them in a letter back.

[ looks around... they're not much of a shopaholic... ]

I understand that you're still mourning. That's fine.

[mygod]

[ oh she is. so excited at seeing this. the emotion coming off of her right now is really just bliss ]

I wonder if I can take some of these plants back...

[mygod]

He would have.

[ dunks on gale casually with astarion because the man is fucking soft.

they regard astarion again for a moment. ]

No. Keep the red. It matches your eyes. We can try white instead. Do you want something fitted, or something with flow?

[haematocritical]

That’s about what I figured.

[ the way i just forgot about letters last week. send help. ]

Strange to be mourning for someone you know is likely just out of reach, not fully gone. But it rather sucks all the same.