audience: astarion

[mygod]

Comments

[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. ]

[mygod]

I am asking about your current state, you dunce.

[ now that his captor is dead ]

Though you answered the question eventually.

[haematocritical]

If I answered it then why are you calling me a dunce?

[ MEAN. ]

The principle is still there, though. There’s something about walking around at night that offers a certain sense of anonymity, regardless of what you do. Walking around in the sunlight instead has been… nice.

[mygod]

You still misunderstood.

[ but yea they are mean ]

Is that so... I suppose you've become something of an outdoorsy type then.

[haematocritical]

[ big mean. ]

For now. Who knows if I'll be able to do this once we deal with these tadpoles. Might as well enjoy the feeling of the sun on my skin before it starts burning me again.

[mygod]

Ah. A side effect from your brain bugs or whatever?

[ the tadpoles aren't bugs but it's fine ]

[haematocritical]

Mm. The sun doesn't bother me, and I don't need to be invited into buildings.

[ he can't even argue the "brain bug" thing, it kinda is. ]

[mygod]

Interesting handicaps...

[ a glance toward astarion's ears ]

A part of your physiology?

[haematocritical]

[ the ears flick. yay. ]

Yes, but if you're referring to the ears specifically, being an elf didn't stop me from going into the sun. [ the way i was like god he has like three unique physiology things going on, help me. ]

[mygod]

[ help ]

Then what did?

[haematocritical]

[ he just curls his lip back, so the fangs no one comments on despite them being right there and karlach calling him fangs in front of god and everyone i love everyone and their commitment to the ic/ooc divide very much, are on display. ]

Vampirism, mostly.

[mygod]

Ah, like the monster.

[haematocritical]

[ wrinkles his fucking nose at that. ]