"Aye, it has." He was smiling pleasantly when he answered, clearly pleased by that fact. He thought his current warden a little daft for the good will gift but he wasn't complaining about it either.
"I'd appreciate a little tune if ya don't mind." He patted a satchel slung over his shoulder to draw notice to it. "This time I brought goodies I hope ya find to yer likin'. We'll celebrate tha new year or whatever else we like with 'em."
He turned to head further into the library. "Follow me."
Collins led them further into the library, taking many of the hidden and off-the-beaten-path passageways as they chatted.
"I would've spent tha night in an Irish pub, drinkin' with good company, singin' tha merry songs, doin' a dance or two waitin' fer tha end of tha year. Maybe watched some fireworks if there was a good view in town." Depended on the town he was in at the time. "Or maybe catch a lass's attention fer tha night."
Or maybe timed a job just right to start off the new year with a fresh thrill. You know.
"Then on tha first day of tha new year... today... there's a few traditions ta keep. I like tha one about good food fer good fortune. Always up fer good food on any occasion but an excuse fer homemade meals, especially tha recipes from from Éire, shouldn't be passed up."
His smile at hearing Astarion's careful pronunciation confirmed he was pleased by the effort. He nodded. "It's where I was born, back home over tha ocean. God's green gift ta humankind, our little isle. Well, it ain't where I roam anymore but it'll always be in me heart."
Collins turned them down a narrow corridor. "Here we are," he said as they walked through it. "A little room fer peace and quiet at tha end. Study room, I think. But it's hardly been used from tha looks of things."
"This place is so damned strange it wouldn't surprise me if it just...grew entirely new rooms, on occasion," he tuts. "I'm here fairly often and I can never entirely map it out in my mind."
Which is frustrating. As a rogue and thief, he prides himself on his ability to work a place out.
His response was an expression that agreed, like a facial shrug of acceptance combined with a couple of small nods. "Ya might be right, it does sometimes feel as though some spaces seem ta shift when no one's lookin'. I don't have tha whole place memorized either but this one hasn't disappeared on me yet."
It was strange, it was true, but despite that almost magical quality to this library he quite liked it. He reached the door at the end and opened it, walked through and held the door for Astarion. The corridor was too small to let the other man pass him to go first, but inside the room was much larger than the outside conveyed. It was spacey enough for four to six people to move about easily, making it quite comfortable for just the two of them. The room was lightly decorated and held accommodations for relaxing with whatever media type from the library was a person's choice. All in all it was a cozy little space.
"What would have been doin' fer tha new year back in yer world?" He asked as they settled in.
"Not much different, truthfully. The larger holiday is the winter solstice. Then, I'd be slumming it in some raucous tavern down by the docks," he chuckles, nostalgia in his tone. "Watching the fireworks over the water, bonfires lit in the squares - usually trying to court some pretty thing so I wouldn't be spending the year's longest night all alone."
This is all mostly true, but absent of some important context.
"Fair enough. Speakin' of which..." Collins set his bag down and began to pull things out of it. Two glasses, two bottles, and some thin books carefully wrapped in thin paper. He slid the bundle of paper over towards Astarion--inside the elf would find sheet music for his lyre, including tabs for some pieces, a general hodgepodge of random music from all over the worlds to try out--and left it for him to take at his leisure.
The assassin moved onto the glasses and bottles. He set one of each in front of them. The bottle he set in front of Astarion didn't look particularly fancy but there was a unique notation on it. He opened the bottle and poured some into Astarion's glass. It looked (and in fact was) wine today.
"Now, you tell me how that hits ya and then we'll go from there."
In the meantime, he opened the second bottle and poured himself a lick of whiskey. He wasn't sure if the alcohol in Astarion's bottle would have any ill effect on someone not of the vampire's constitution but Collins figured why chance it. He distrusted most things magical anyway. But Astarion didn't and he hoped the gift worked as requested and if it didn't he'd just decry the admiral even more than he already did.
Astarion gives him a sidelong look, slightly unsure of what he's being told, then decides that if he's being being made a fool of then he can just skin Collins alive later. He lifts the glass, sniffs it discreetly and then takes a sip.
It...tastes like wine. Not vinegar or ditchwater or sour milk, but wine, a rich sharp red.
He hasn't properly tasted anything except blood in two centuries.
He takes another sip, tries to pace himself; for all he knows, the contents of that bottle are all he's getting.
From that reaction Collins deduces that at least part of the gift came as requested, the most important part honestly, and the assassin smiled happily to know it.
"I got it while we could from the admiral fer all tha festivities. I debated on it, wasn't sure it would work, but if yer tellin' me it's good... well, then I'm pleased ta have a drinkin' partner." He rose his drink in hand again and took another sip in celebratory cheers. "It might please ya ta know that--if it works as requested--there will be another drink waitin' fer ya tomorrow. And if...if ya want ta change it, well, there's supposed ta be a way fer that, too."
Although he couldn't possibly begin to understand how it worked, he had refined the request as the thoughts hit him. He only hoped they worked as sought out because he honestly didn't know anything about magic, especially from other worlds than his own. As far as he had been concerned it had been a long shot. But now he was glad he made the request anyway.
Astarion reaches for the bundle of papers, lightly leafing through the sheet music. Mostly for something to do with himself. He's not really accustomed to receiving gifts.
"As much as I loathe feeling even a scrap of gratitude to the Admiral, this is...very thoughtful of you, darling. Thank you."
"Oh, trust me. I hate that part, too. But no sense in lookin' a gift horse in tha mouth I decided."
He watched Astarion leaf through the sheet music for a moment then looked away to appear engaged in something else. There was really only his drink or a few books on shelves that he already had memorized and he had no interest in the books at the moment. He swirled his whiskey around in his glass for a bit before taking another sip.
"I'm glad ya like it. Seemed a shame when we talked about it before."
"It is. Not that I'm complaining. I'll take the immortality in exchange for
a fair few downsides, naturally, but...truly, I thought I'd forgotten how
wine even tasted."
A pause, and another thoughtful sip.
"...Did you ask the Admiral to make me able to get drunk on this?"
That caused Collins to pause for a moment. Then he realized what Astarion was telling him: that he did the whole vampirism and drank the bear's blood. And apparently got intoxicated on it. He laughed.
"That so? So ya can get drunk off a victim's blood, can ya? Wouldn't have expected that." Nor the bear part. "Have ta ask: why were ya drinkin' from a bear, lad?"
"Ah, well - I hadn't disclosed certain details about myself to those I was travelling with," he says. "I wasn't yet in a position to trust them not to start sharpening their stakes, and we were travelling through the wilderness with few other people around. So - animals were my best bet."
A pause.
"I don't usually go after anything that large, but the bear started it."
"It wasn't easy," Astarion agrees. "But we were brought together by
a....common problem. And the forces causing that problem were much larger
than I could have ever hoped to deal with alone. Safety in numbers," he
concludes, with a slight shrug.
Collins seemed to consider that for a short moment before he nodded in acceptance. He hadn't run into trouble he couldn't handle on his own but he made an effort to know how to win the game before he played it. Then there was larger matters like this place--he could see where getting mixed up in something that wasn't planned for and was much larger scale than usual might mean taking extra steps to win. Including using pawns to get close enough to the target to finish it.
"I see," he said with one last nod. "Whatever it takes ta get tha job done. Must have been somethin' major ta force ya ta do what wasn't usual, I take it."
"Oh - gods of death, a threatened mass invasion of brain-eating monsters, mad cultists. World-ending matters." He sighs. "Really needed the attention of heroic types with experience of such apocalyptic situations, but I got thrown into the mess as well."
His eyebrows rose slowly as Astarion said his list. "Aye, that would do it I suppose. Sounds like an adventure no one would want ta take alone. Or at all." He tilted his head to one side. "How did that work out?"
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Date: 2024-01-02 05:20 pm (UTC)He doesn't keep him waiting long, and has his lyre under his arm.
"Hello, darling. Should I take this to mean your little problem has been alleviated?"
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Date: 2024-01-02 05:37 pm (UTC)"I'd appreciate a little tune if ya don't mind." He patted a satchel slung over his shoulder to draw notice to it. "This time I brought goodies I hope ya find to yer likin'. We'll celebrate tha new year or whatever else we like with 'em."
He turned to head further into the library. "Follow me."
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Date: 2024-01-02 06:35 pm (UTC)Astarion hums and tags along.
"How would you be celebrating the turn of the year if you were at home?" he wonders.
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Date: 2024-01-02 06:54 pm (UTC)"I would've spent tha night in an Irish pub, drinkin' with good company, singin' tha merry songs, doin' a dance or two waitin' fer tha end of tha year. Maybe watched some fireworks if there was a good view in town." Depended on the town he was in at the time. "Or maybe catch a lass's attention fer tha night."
Or maybe timed a job just right to start off the new year with a fresh thrill. You know.
"Then on tha first day of tha new year... today... there's a few traditions ta keep. I like tha one about good food fer good fortune. Always up fer good food on any occasion but an excuse fer homemade meals, especially tha recipes from from Éire, shouldn't be passed up."
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Date: 2024-01-02 07:10 pm (UTC)"Éire," he echoes, careful with the pronunciation of an unfamiliar word. "That's the name of the place you're from?"
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Date: 2024-01-02 07:49 pm (UTC)Collins turned them down a narrow corridor. "Here we are," he said as they walked through it. "A little room fer peace and quiet at tha end. Study room, I think. But it's hardly been used from tha looks of things."
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Date: 2024-01-02 08:10 pm (UTC)"This place is so damned strange it wouldn't surprise me if it just...grew entirely new rooms, on occasion," he tuts. "I'm here fairly often and I can never entirely map it out in my mind."
Which is frustrating. As a rogue and thief, he prides himself on his ability to work a place out.
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Date: 2024-01-02 09:39 pm (UTC)It was strange, it was true, but despite that almost magical quality to this library he quite liked it. He reached the door at the end and opened it, walked through and held the door for Astarion. The corridor was too small to let the other man pass him to go first, but inside the room was much larger than the outside conveyed. It was spacey enough for four to six people to move about easily, making it quite comfortable for just the two of them. The room was lightly decorated and held accommodations for relaxing with whatever media type from the library was a person's choice. All in all it was a cozy little space.
"What would have been doin' fer tha new year back in yer world?" He asked as they settled in.
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Date: 2024-01-02 11:12 pm (UTC)"Not much different, truthfully. The larger holiday is the winter solstice. Then, I'd be slumming it in some raucous tavern down by the docks," he chuckles, nostalgia in his tone. "Watching the fireworks over the water, bonfires lit in the squares - usually trying to court some pretty thing so I wouldn't be spending the year's longest night all alone."
This is all mostly true, but absent of some important context.
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Date: 2024-01-02 11:41 pm (UTC)The assassin moved onto the glasses and bottles. He set one of each in front of them. The bottle he set in front of Astarion didn't look particularly fancy but there was a unique notation on it. He opened the bottle and poured some into Astarion's glass. It looked (and in fact was) wine today.
"Now, you tell me how that hits ya and then we'll go from there."
In the meantime, he opened the second bottle and poured himself a lick of whiskey. He wasn't sure if the alcohol in Astarion's bottle would have any ill effect on someone not of the vampire's constitution but Collins figured why chance it. He distrusted most things magical anyway. But Astarion didn't and he hoped the gift worked as requested and if it didn't he'd just decry the admiral even more than he already did.
"Cheers, lad."
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Date: 2024-01-03 12:03 am (UTC)Astarion gives him a sidelong look, slightly unsure of what he's being told, then decides that if he's being being made a fool of then he can just skin Collins alive later. He lifts the glass, sniffs it discreetly and then takes a sip.
It...tastes like wine. Not vinegar or ditchwater or sour milk, but wine, a rich sharp red.
He hasn't properly tasted anything except blood in two centuries.
He takes another sip, tries to pace himself; for all he knows, the contents of that bottle are all he's getting.
"...Good gods. How did you get this?"
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Date: 2024-01-03 12:35 am (UTC)"I got it while we could from the admiral fer all tha festivities. I debated on it, wasn't sure it would work, but if yer tellin' me it's good... well, then I'm pleased ta have a drinkin' partner." He rose his drink in hand again and took another sip in celebratory cheers. "It might please ya ta know that--if it works as requested--there will be another drink waitin' fer ya tomorrow. And if...if ya want ta change it, well, there's supposed ta be a way fer that, too."
Although he couldn't possibly begin to understand how it worked, he had refined the request as the thoughts hit him. He only hoped they worked as sought out because he honestly didn't know anything about magic, especially from other worlds than his own. As far as he had been concerned it had been a long shot. But now he was glad he made the request anyway.
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Date: 2024-01-03 12:02 pm (UTC)"...I see."
Astarion reaches for the bundle of papers, lightly leafing through the sheet music. Mostly for something to do with himself. He's not really accustomed to receiving gifts.
"As much as I loathe feeling even a scrap of gratitude to the Admiral, this is...very thoughtful of you, darling. Thank you."
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Date: 2024-01-03 01:34 pm (UTC)He watched Astarion leaf through the sheet music for a moment then looked away to appear engaged in something else. There was really only his drink or a few books on shelves that he already had memorized and he had no interest in the books at the moment. He swirled his whiskey around in his glass for a bit before taking another sip.
"I'm glad ya like it. Seemed a shame when we talked about it before."
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Date: 2024-01-03 06:59 pm (UTC)"It is. Not that I'm complaining. I'll take the immortality in exchange for a fair few downsides, naturally, but...truly, I thought I'd forgotten how wine even tasted."
A pause, and another thoughtful sip.
"...Did you ask the Admiral to make me able to get drunk on this?"
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Date: 2024-01-03 07:57 pm (UTC)"This would have to be exceptionally strong wine to get me more than tipsy on one bottle," he says thoughtfully. "But we'll see how close I get, mm?"
He has no idea what vampirism has done for his alcohol tolerance.
"The last time I got intoxicated it was from drinking a bear."
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Date: 2024-01-06 05:55 pm (UTC)"That so? So ya can get drunk off a victim's blood, can ya? Wouldn't have expected that." Nor the bear part. "Have ta ask: why were ya drinkin' from a bear, lad?"
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Date: 2024-01-06 06:03 pm (UTC)"Ah, well - I hadn't disclosed certain details about myself to those I was travelling with," he says. "I wasn't yet in a position to trust them not to start sharpening their stakes, and we were travelling through the wilderness with few other people around. So - animals were my best bet."
A pause.
"I don't usually go after anything that large, but the bear started it."
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Date: 2024-01-06 06:42 pm (UTC)He raised his glass in toast and then drank from it.
"Why were ya travelin' with those folks? Sounds like it was more trouble fer ya ta travel with others."
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Date: 2024-01-06 07:36 pm (UTC)"It wasn't easy," Astarion agrees. "But we were brought together by a....common problem. And the forces causing that problem were much larger than I could have ever hoped to deal with alone. Safety in numbers," he concludes, with a slight shrug.
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Date: 2024-01-06 11:23 pm (UTC)"I see," he said with one last nod. "Whatever it takes ta get tha job done. Must have been somethin' major ta force ya ta do what wasn't usual, I take it."
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Date: 2024-01-07 12:44 pm (UTC)"Oh - gods of death, a threatened mass invasion of brain-eating monsters, mad cultists. World-ending matters." He sighs. "Really needed the attention of heroic types with experience of such apocalyptic situations, but I got thrown into the mess as well."
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Date: 2024-01-08 03:01 pm (UTC)Astarion barks a quick laugh.
"Well, I died," he points out. "So, suffice to say that I have some reservations as to our progress."
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