audience: astarion

[mygod]

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[haematocritical]

[ famine: you need therapy
boy does he ever.

and this point he's seen this enough times, had in paraded in front of others enough that he doesn't react quiet as angrily as he might've earlier today. he's just tired of it at this point. ]

At least I won't have you trying to pity me.

[mygod]

That would only be more offensive.

[ simply. ]

Though I do understand you a bit more. Which I'm sure you hate.

[haematocritical]

... [ a huff, and then a little sulkily: ] It's appreciated.

Ugh. The ordeal of being known, or something like that. It's easier, most of the time, just to leave it be.

[ imagine walking into therapy and going "so i was turned into a vampire 200 years ago, very traumatic, and then trapped in a hell from which i could not escape ever since! fix me."

astarion could never. ]

[mygod]

Perhaps. I am not a person who cares to be understood by others either.

[ but despite everything famine knows about therapy, they also wouldn't go. ]

However, I have seen the traps that people fall into when left to their own selves. How the trauma and hatred begin to rot away at their own sanity.

[haematocritical]

Believe me, murdering your tormenter does wonders.

[ it’s… not a cure all. but it sure does help. ]

[mygod]

So he's dead now? Congratulations.

[ time to throw a party ]

[haematocritical]

Very.

[ he sounds very pleased. and also relieved. very relieved. ]

I didn't get the chance to really enjoy the victory, before ending up here.

[mygod]

Ah, so that recent.

I suppose we are a little low on the champagne and fireworks.

[haematocritical]

The fireworks I'm less bothered about, but it's a shame about the alcohol. Maybe I should've popped a cork or something in some kind of celebration.

[ pffffbtbtbttt. ]

[mygod]

You could always put in a request and see what it gets you.

[haematocritical]

I’ll make do with the refectory. Although I guess I might change my mind in the next few days.

[ their weekends have been… busy. to say the least. ]

[mygod]

Decide quickly if you do. Though you've all seemed to slow down on your requests. It's interesting.

[haematocritical]

If any of us were asking for clothing, I think we had our issues sorted from last week. The selection was surprisingly good, although I didn’t see any dramatically appropriate cult masks in that clothing store.

[mygod]

You'd have to ask Pesto, I'm afraid.

[haematocritical]

About... dramatically appropriate cult masks? Why, did they make yours?

[mygod]

It's the type of inane bonding activity they'd enjoy.

[haematocritical]

I'm not very good at handicrafts, alas.

[ he's semi lying, he can darn a shirt. ]

And here I thought you picked all of yours out by yourselves or something. From the cult trader.

[mygod]

If I had a choice, I wouldn't bother to hide my face at all. It's cumbersome. Though anonymity has its own perks.

[haematocritical]

You can always take the mask off, honestly. If it’s as annoying to wear as it looks.

[ hm… ]

Oh? Not that I don’t agree, but what would those be?

[mygod]

I don't believe you've earned that.

[ no unmask from famine yet.... ]

It's wearisome for everyone to know exactly who you are purely by name. I didn't realize how refreshing it is to experience otherwise.

[haematocritical]

Suit yourself. I’m not going to argue with you if you want to keep up with your cult fashion trends.

… Mm. A little anonymity is quite enjoyable. A lot… well, it can wear you down.

[mygod]

Are you speaking to not knowing your own identity after being under the thumb of someone else for so long?

[ that is its own type of anonymity ]

[haematocritical]

[ just stab him next time, honestly. ]

... Something like that, yes. It's strange to be in such a huge city like Baldur's Gate and be a specific kind of anonymous. You can be anonymous in a big city easily, but someone will know. Recognise you.

[ ... ] When you're skulking the streets at night, it's a bit different. There's already an anonymity to that.

[mygod]

So you'd rather be known than endure that anonymity for extended periods?

[haematocritical]

Famine, my dear, I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. Whether I’d rather or not had no bearing on anything.

[ … ] It was likely better for the situation I was in. But I quite like the feeling of people knowing you, when you walk into a tavern and the bartender recognises you. [ he’s not entirely sure he remembers it though, only what he thinks it might be like. ]