audience: astarion

[mygod]

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[haematocritical]

Would I have even cared? [ he doesn't know. but ultimately, he made his choice and -- well. if he's ever pressed about it, maybe this was the better choice. maybe he would've regretted it. ]

I thought the point was that the chance of that happening is extremely dependant on us screwing over the cult and getting out of here?

... I'd have to wait either way. We were in the middle of something that I can't really put on hold to go "find myself".

[mygod]

[ say hi to will again who is cleaning up their airbnb inn. hi, will. ignore war leading a vampire in to use their bathroom. ]

Oh?

[ curious. ]

[haematocritical]

[ (alcoholics anonymous voice) hiii willl. ]

You do not have the pleasure of being the only cult we've been dealing with, my dear. As involved as you truly are or aren't.

[mygod]

[ they gesture to the bathroom, but fold their hands after and do not rush astarion to go in. ]

A different cult than the one you were surrounded by with your former sire?

[haematocritical]

My former sire was his own thing entirely. The other cult is something separate, and perhaps a little more wide reaching with their consequences.

[mygod]

I see... Interesting. Go have your bath, and whatever else you like to do in there, and when you come back out, we can talk more.

How does that sound?

[haematocritical]

[ …. he’ll nod, after a moment of thought.


time to go and be cleansed somewhere that isn’t the awful little bathrooms in their new location. wow. such cleanliness. ]

[mygod]

[ the bathroom is very good for him, we're washing away the spurs and the sins. anyway, surprise. when astarion comes back out of the bathroom, war is returning, but they are right in the middle of lifting the mask to their face again. they are actually a he, and he is a deep and richly purple-skinned drow. a very handsome drow, unfortunately. his ears are capped in elegant, silver jewelry, and a small hoop is even in the middle of his nose. the shock of his short and white hair matches the white of his brows and lashes. the violet eyes look stunned having been caught, and he isn't sure whether to shove the mask on quickly anyway, or give up. ]

[haematocritical]

[ points. THAT'S A CRITROLE.

(anna voice) curse this drow and his good looks. good thing astarion is not looking like he crawled backwards through a gas station pump for this meeting with the (anna voice) very handsome drow.

...




he absolutely leans back and gives essek a once over. ]

Now, why are you making me feel like I've caught you doing something scandalous? [ he looks so stunned. help. ]

[mygod]

[ i can't help he is good looking and canonly referred to as hot boi. the mask slowly lowers a bit. stop once-overing him. his brows furrow. ] You weren't supposed to just walk out yet.

[haematocritical]

[ no, he's being in awe that he actually has a face. wow. sugoi. ]

Oh, well I beg your pardon. Last time you did tell me not to linger.

[mygod]

[ SPARE HIM ] I just said do not take forever. There are four of us who live here permanently who need the bathroom as well.

[haematocritical]

Precisely. But this is the outcome, I suppose.

[ caught with your mask off, sir. ]

Is it as heavy to wear as it looks?

[mygod]

...Yes. It's cumbersome and obnoxious, but policy, so. [ must wear. ]

[haematocritical]

Policy. Just around us poor little sacrifices?

[mygod]

Around all of you and also the rest of the cult when all together.

[haematocritical]

[ all this secrecy. ]

A truly anonymous cult. How interesting. Most of the Absolute just wandered around with their identities fully on display.

[mygod]

I am actually not big on participation in cults, so it is only my personal opinion when I say that is a very stupid thing to do. But I guess... some groups do not mind the lack of anonymity under certain circumstances.

[haematocritical]

[ your icon... ]

When your goal is a little more wide reaching that simply birthing a god, you don't need to hide your identity quite as much, I suppose.

[mygod]

The Absolute was who you mentioned you were dealing with? The ones Gale was instructed to destroy...?

[haematocritical]

The very same.

Personally, I think his goddess can get off her high horse, but the idea of blowing it up isn't such a bad thing. Maybe not with a Gale, though.

[mygod]

I see... Well, that makes two of us. I already feel religion is a... crutch to some, [ sorry, shadowheart ] but I have become not a fan of the object of Gale's previous love affair. Shouldn't a goddess have the power to do what she asked of him easily? Sounds a little questionable to me...

[haematocritical]

I don’t have any faith or stock in the divine. They don’t do anything unless they want to — I don’t expect much from them, but the literal Mother of Magic didn’t even lift her divine finger for her boyfriend.

[ ok he knows it’s more complicated than that but like. gods. ]

For the all power they claim to have, they aren’t especially willing to use it unless it suits.

[mygod]

I'm glad we can agree on the annoyance and idiocy of gods. [ the two of them are struck by lightning. ] Well. Gale has some choices depending. What becomes of his fate is now in his own hands, and the decision is his own. Much like yours.

[haematocritical]

[ take me OUT ]

He does. I'm aware he's looking for his partner, but he has some suspicions they don't want to be found. [ looks at essek over the glasses he doesn't have, but that's the energy. ]

Don't they?