Once they're inside and Mae is at his feet, he slides an arm around Astarion with a smirk. "Seems like a way to trash your river, but hey. Maybe it helps."
"I'm sure you've got myths and legends and folklore and all that. I've found that the real monsters, the things that we've actually seen, are more interesting than the things we've made up. Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster...stuff like that - just legends. Monsters. Anyway, that's not as interesting as the stuff they've actually found in the oceans," he explains, in a string of words much longer than most any he's put together. He feels a bit like he's rambling, so he stops, but there's a part of him that has relaxed since port.
Another laugh. "Yeah. Let's drop off Mae and we'll find something in the library." A change of plans isn't necessarily a bad thing for Jacob. He's happy enough to spend time with Astarion like this. Being friends.
"I'll cover your eyes at the scary parts with tentacles, alright?"
"Hard to break out of that nomadic life," he mutters, digging out his DVD player. "I get it, to an extent, but I don't think she's comfortable unless she's - uncomfortable. More alert."
Most of his room is the same, though he's added a pencil sketch of hands in prayer that sits over his dresser in a frame.
He notices the movement and pauses. "Uh. Yeah. That was my brother's. John. Norton used the water to restore them since they were...ruined in the chapel."
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Date: 2024-11-30 12:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-11-30 01:00 am (UTC)Astarion huffs a half laugh and leans into Jacob.
"Unlikely. I'm sure some of the fish were also very ugly, but I was only out after dark. Most fishermen seem to prefer daylight."
And the Flaming Fist tended to prefer dredging out corpses when there were fewer people around to be disturbed by them.
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Date: 2024-11-30 01:02 am (UTC)And Jacob gets to watch some nature! It's a win-win.
The door dings and Jacob kisses his cheek before he leads the way out.
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Date: 2024-11-30 01:01 pm (UTC)Astarion smiles, almost in spite of himself, at this fleeting affection.
"I suppose I'll be interested to see what your planet would describe as a 'monster'."
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Date: 2024-11-30 01:48 pm (UTC)Astarion squeezes his arm gently.
"Now, that sounds fascinating. Perhaps we could find something to watch about those creatures? The library seems to be back in one piece."
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Date: 2024-11-30 01:57 pm (UTC)"Gods, no, I know what feet are. I meant your strange ocean creatures."
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Date: 2024-11-30 01:58 pm (UTC)"I'll cover your eyes at the scary parts with tentacles, alright?"
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Date: 2024-11-30 02:02 pm (UTC)"Thank you," Astarion says primly. "No need to do that now, though. As far as today is concerned, I'm entirely invested in your river monsters."
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Date: 2024-11-30 02:11 pm (UTC)He unlocks his door and takes off his shoes, setting them to the side as Mae rushes in, right to her crate, for a well-deserved nap.
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Date: 2024-11-30 02:15 pm (UTC)Astarion watches her go as he toes off his boots.
"That would be nice. She seems preoccupied with keeping busy, at times."
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Date: 2024-11-30 02:18 pm (UTC)Most of his room is the same, though he's added a pencil sketch of hands in prayer that sits over his dresser in a frame.
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Date: 2024-11-30 02:51 pm (UTC)Astarion notices it immediately - he's perceptive, it comes with the rogue territory - and meanders over for a better look.
"Where did this come from?"
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Date: 2024-11-30 02:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-11-30 03:06 pm (UTC)"Ah. Better for you to have it here where you can keep it safe," he murmurs, leaning closer. "It's beautiful work."
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Date: 2024-11-30 03:09 pm (UTC)He places a hand on his ribs, where his tattoo rests.
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Date: 2024-11-30 03:11 pm (UTC)Astarion nods, his gaze following Jacob's hand.
"Does it make it easier or harder, to have that mark on you? Something he created? It...must be difficult not to think of him."
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Date: 2024-11-30 03:13 pm (UTC)He has Miller's dog tags and the scars from the Bliss and the fires. He's full of memories.
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Date: 2024-11-30 03:31 pm (UTC)Astarion nods, then leans in, kissing him delicately on the mouth.
"I didn't mean to distract you. Where are you keeping your monsters?"
The DVD or whatever else, he means.
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Date: 2024-11-30 05:49 pm (UTC)He gestures to the bed and digs through his collection of DVDs.
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Date: 2024-11-30 06:04 pm (UTC)Astarion does as he's bid, stretching out along the bed and crossing his legs at the ankle. It's really more lounging than sitting.
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Date: 2024-11-30 06:07 pm (UTC)"Alright, this is when they catch a payara," he explains. "Big teeth."
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Date: 2024-11-30 06:17 pm (UTC)"Do these people fish for...food, trophies, to protect their prey?" Astarion wonders, as he snuggles in.
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Date: 2024-11-30 07:04 pm (UTC)He curls an arm around his shoulders.
"They sometimes let em go."
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