audience: astarion

[mygod]

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[mygod]

[ don't give that look. ]

I've freely admitted I would have the same concerns, and I would likely not. I don't like the idea of my life being in someone else's hands.

However, I also understand that without high risk, there is no high reward. You would simply have to help protect someone besides yourself.

[haematocritical]

[ Gives The Look. ]

I just got my life back. In any capacity.

[mygod]

Did you?

[ it's not asked snidely, or sarcastically, but more curiously. genuine. they don't know much about astarion before here, so. ]

[haematocritical]

Yes.

[ … ]

Which happens to be why I was less than delighted to be here.

[mygod]

Your bloody exit?

[ they remember. ]

Well, I am sorry you are as much of a captive here as you had been there. Hopefully, the end result will be your full autonomy once more.

[haematocritical]

It might’ve been more satisfying, if not for my next location.

[ ….. ]

Yes. It’d better be. The idea of living without looking over my shoulder is very appealing.

[mygod]

[ is this a threat, astarion, dear. ]

I assume you wouldn't be willing to embellish on what exactly it was like for you before?

[haematocritical]

[ it was not actually, but would he like it to be? ]

… I’m not thrilled about the idea, no. But if I tell you I’m a vampire spawn I’m sure you can fill in the miserable little gaps.

[ his mouth twists slightly. surface level discussion isn’t too bad, but any deeper and it starts to prickle and leave him uneasy. ]

[mygod]

[ they would love to see him try. ]

Mm.

[ there isn't any judgment. do you think about the fact they are standing here in new clothes and stupid sunglasses having this deep conversation. ]

For a long time?

[haematocritical]

[ it can be arranged. it would be funny. ]

...

[ yes. i love rp. ]

Two hundred years.

[mygod]

That is quite a long time. A little longer than I have been alive even. Some of the oldest prisoners in our dungeon might not have been there that long.

It must have been very hard.

[haematocritical]

That is an understatement.

[ ... ]

Go on then, depress me. How much longer than you've been alive has it been?

[mygod]

I am a hundred and twenty, so you are only a little ahead of me. For you, a lot maybe. But is eighty or so years very much for someone who can live to be a thousand years old?

You're free now, though, are you not? Barring this situation, of course. You've managed to change the course of your fate. It's commendable.

[haematocritical]

[ this is an elf. a dnd elf. ]

Of my sire, yes. He's not coming back. [ woohoo. ]

Yes, well. We'll need to figure out this place and then further issues back home. Then I'll be able to decide what I want to do with the rest of the fate I've clawed back.

[mygod]

[ 🤔 ]

Good riddance.

[ said in a sort of like "cheers" way you would do when toasting and such. ]

Well, we shall see, won't we? Do you have any inklings as to what you think you might like to do with freedom?

[haematocritical]

[ makes a little cheers inclination with his head. hurrah. down with cazador. ]

… Gods. There’s a good question. What would you do if you suddenly found yourself completely at your own mercy for the first time in two centuries?

[ because that is terrifying. it scares him. ]

[mygod]

[ they consider this rhetorical question a moment. ]

I would start by... spending time with my friends.

[haematocritical]

[ what the fuck is a friend. ]

… Hm.

Without the threat of elder brains and vampiric sires nipping at my heels? That sounds almost too relaxing. [ he is not being serious. ]

[mygod]

[ exactly. ]

Rest assured, those are just the times of holiday between which give you a break from their bothersome and incessant fondness.

If they are as nosy and annoying as mine, then there will be worse things crawling after your backside.

[haematocritical]

[ help. ]

Well, you have a taste of what my companions are like. But to be fair, Lae’zel could be here threatening you to with pointy end of her sword as well.

[ she’s the most charming woman in the world and i love her. ]

But if your idea of a holiday is running around after an Elder brain, my dear, you might want to reassess your take on the word.

[mygod]

I would love to see her try.

[ it would be funny. ]

It isn't a holiday I would desire, no, but definitely one I could see those all getting caught up in and dragging to my doorstep unannounced.

[haematocritical]

Oh, she would!

[ it would be funny. ] It’s delightful. Head of rock.

Ah, I see. You’re stuck in the whirlwind of someone else’s shenanigans.

[mygod]

It's more satisfying to crush the windpipe of those types.

[ a resigned but demure sigh. ]

When am I not lately?

[haematocritical]

Oh, she’ll be fine. She’s going through a crisis of faith right now. Although it’s doing wonders for her attitude, at least.

[ don’t talk about a woman’s crisis like this. ]

… [ looks around. shrugs. ] Well, I can’t speak for this as I didn’t exactly sign up for it. But how did you end up in this situation?

[mygod]

If only more of my people would experience a little of that.

[ gripey ]

I joined on my own because I wanted to see if it was possible to complete such an imaginative ritual. I find it doubtful.