"Now I have to go beat up a fuckhead, just because you said that."
He gently tugs at his hair again. "Guess I should get out of your way, though."
He gently tugs at his hair again. "Guess I should get out of your way, though."
Jacob desperately wants to stay, but he isn't wanted. Not that Astarion has given any indication that he feels that way, of course, but that nasty part of Jacob's brain that puts him behind everyone else is loud and clear tonight.
He slips out of bed and places a hand on his chest again. He isn't waiting a full fucking week for him to feel better, though.
"I'll come check on you before then," he promises.
He slips out of bed and places a hand on his chest again. He isn't waiting a full fucking week for him to feel better, though.
"I'll come check on you before then," he promises.
"Doubtful," he laughs, gently pressing fingers against Astarion's cheek before he turns, slipping feet back in his boots to leave him there.
Do you need to? Like, is it a daily thing like the rest of us? I mean, I'd offer but pretty sure demons taste like shit, but I could like get someone for you.
Hey. It's Alan. [ duh, but the man is still sort of in 2010 and operating on barely-smartphone-logic ]
When you wake up from dying, let me know. Here if you need a hand.
When you wake up from dying, let me know. Here if you need a hand.
Rosita realizes as she slips in through the door that she's never actually been here before. Habitually, she glances around herself to check the corners and blindspots, but it's been months since any walkers were lying in wait for her.
"Astarion?" Instead she searches him out. "I heard what happened. Are you alright?"
No, stop, she's learned that lesson with him already: "You're not alright."
"Astarion?" Instead she searches him out. "I heard what happened. Are you alright?"
No, stop, she's learned that lesson with him already: "You're not alright."
Probably for the best. I can't tell if you're implying I was ready to offer you a sacrificial virgin or if I was one myself. If it's the former I don't know anyone nearly well enough, if it's the latter I regret to inform you I am familiar with the intimacy.
Next time I'll be sure get the blood orgy squared off for you, though. Promise.
Next time I'll be sure get the blood orgy squared off for you, though. Promise.
"I am," she agrees. Aware of the death toll.
She drifts over, glancing at the cat but ultimately looking him over.
"Was it really like he said?"
She drifts over, glancing at the cat but ultimately looking him over.
"Was it really like he said?"
"Or he's just an asshole on top of being a literal psychopath, doing asshole, psychopath things," she points out.
"He just decided to, out of nowhere?"
"He just decided to, out of nowhere?"
She's aware that Astarion is not the most readily truthful person, for a few reasons; but she flatters herself that he wouldn't outright lie to her when asked a direct question, and so she nods.
"It occurred to me he'd learn more about it by going through a death toll himself," is where she's arrived at, honestly.
"It occurred to me he'd learn more about it by going through a death toll himself," is where she's arrived at, honestly.
"Yeah, well. No one gets off this ship, so joke's on him," she answers, tipping her head to look at him.
"You didn't want an apology."
"You didn't want an apology."
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