She's still skeptical, but she doesn't think he's lying to her. It lets her smirk and add, "I'd hate to have to toss you in the water, so that's good."
She's off her rhythm, though, so her next rock sinks, too, and she mutters a casual swear under her breath.
"I'd hate to be tossed," he agrees. "I can...only sort of swim. I'd say Johann taught me, but it was more the case that he watched and laughed while I worked it out for myself."
"Not how I generally rate my teaching ability," she huffs, but she accepts the stone, and hesitates, looking over at him.
"Look, I know - it's been rough for you. Lately." And she's well aware he won't want to talk to her about it. "You're not doing anything ill advised to try to work it out, are you?"
"...I don't think there's anything I can 'work out'," he says. "I thought I knew what I wanted. I thought I knew what would keep me safe. I was wrong, and I have some grotesque memories to show for it. Can that be worked out?"
"Partly because I wouldn't want to explain them to you or Jacob," he
admits, dryly.
"But mostly because it feels...I...
"He forced himself on someone he told himself he loved." His voice is quiet
and distant. "He did that because I'm capable of it. That's not
something I should work out, or - cope with."
And the darker thoughts are still bubbling under. There's the voice that says: Why shouldn't he have done it? Why would he have to suffer and bleed and cry and beg for years, then finally seize all the power he could ever want and show his inferiors - what? Restraint? Kindness? Fucking why? He's a rotten sickness of a person whether he's having fun or not, so why not indulge?
He wants to imagine he'd feel less sick and hollow now if he'd controlled himself then. But he doesn't know. He can't know.
"...I'm trying. To think about other things. I've just volunteered to learn how to cook, haven't I?"
She'd call volunteering a bit of a misnomer, but she lets it go. The point is he's trying.
She drifts a bit closer, within range of being touched but not close enough to threaten it.
"That's an important point, you know. You didn't do anything. There's so much potential in everyone for such shitty things - you and I both know that - but you haven't."
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Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-19 11:28 pm (UTC)"Are you letting me win?" she asks, tossing her next stone in her hand.
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-19 11:30 pm (UTC)Astarion gasps and looks back at her, a hand on his chest.
"Darling, I swear on all that I hold dear that that was a completely authentic moment of ineptitude."
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-19 11:32 pm (UTC)"And I'm sure you were barely trying."
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-20 11:03 am (UTC)"I'm a little more practiced with a bow and a static target than I am with...all this," he points out. "I promise I'm not doing anything so untoward."
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-20 12:59 pm (UTC)She's still skeptical, but she doesn't think he's lying to her. It lets her smirk and add, "I'd hate to have to toss you in the water, so that's good."
She's off her rhythm, though, so her next rock sinks, too, and she mutters a casual swear under her breath.
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-20 01:07 pm (UTC)Astarion chuckles under his.
"I'd hate to be tossed," he agrees. "I can...only sort of swim. I'd say Johann taught me, but it was more the case that he watched and laughed while I worked it out for myself."
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-20 02:24 pm (UTC)Only first of all so she can get it out of the way, because: "Second of all, that's bullshit. Is this the Johann that's here?"
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-20 02:34 pm (UTC)"That was here," Astarion corrects gently. He left with surprisingly little fanfare, really. "But yes, it was he."
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-20 02:40 pm (UTC)"I could actually teach you sometime," she says instead. "I'm decent."
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-20 02:43 pm (UTC)"I'd like that. And it's rather easy to teach someone who can't drown, I imagine."
He picks up a stone near his foot and offers it to her.
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-20 02:55 pm (UTC)"Look, I know - it's been rough for you. Lately." And she's well aware he won't want to talk to her about it. "You're not doing anything ill advised to try to work it out, are you?"
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-20 02:56 pm (UTC)Astarion tucks his hands in his pockets and looks out across the water.
"'Ill-advised' like what, darling?"
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-20 03:02 pm (UTC)"Anything you wouldn't want to try to explain to Jacob."
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-20 03:21 pm (UTC)"Then no. I'm not doing anything Ill-advised."
He is, in fact, not doing....anything, really. Not unless he's invited to. All his ideas are pretty terrible!
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-22 11:50 am (UTC)Then tries, "Or to me?"
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-22 11:57 am (UTC)Astarion sighs and looks away.
"...I don't think there's anything I can 'work out'," he says. "I thought I knew what I wanted. I thought I knew what would keep me safe. I was wrong, and I have some grotesque memories to show for it. Can that be worked out?"
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-22 12:20 pm (UTC)She doesn't know yet herself, not for the things she struggles under the weight of, not whatever Astarion hasn't told her.
But: "Sometimes people do things that won't work it out, though, because they're angry or guilty or tired and it feels good. Or they hope it will."
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-22 12:36 pm (UTC)"I know. I've explored my fair share of...what do you call them? 'Coping mechanisms'."
He's not using finger quotes, but it's very clear this is a term he's learned on the Barge.
"Just...not this time."
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-22 12:38 pm (UTC)"Why not?"
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-22 12:47 pm (UTC)"Partly because I wouldn't want to explain them to you or Jacob," he admits, dryly.
"But mostly because it feels...I...
"He forced himself on someone he told himself he loved." His voice is quiet and distant. "He did that because I'm capable of it. That's not something I should work out, or - cope with."
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-22 01:55 pm (UTC)But then she busies herself looking for another stone, but she looks across at him once she has another.
"I thought you didn't put much stock in the breaches."
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-22 01:57 pm (UTC)"As did I," Astarion says. "But it seems I'm not so dead that I can't change my thinking."
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-22 02:00 pm (UTC)She presses her lips together, thinking.
"That's a shitty thing to have in your head, Astarion. Especially since it wasn't even you, or something you did."
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-22 02:06 pm (UTC)"Yes. It is."
And the darker thoughts are still bubbling under. There's the voice that says: Why shouldn't he have done it? Why would he have to suffer and bleed and cry and beg for years, then finally seize all the power he could ever want and show his inferiors - what? Restraint? Kindness? Fucking why? He's a rotten sickness of a person whether he's having fun or not, so why not indulge?
He wants to imagine he'd feel less sick and hollow now if he'd controlled himself then. But he doesn't know. He can't know.
"...I'm trying. To think about other things. I've just volunteered to learn how to cook, haven't I?"
Re: Spam
Date: 2025-02-22 02:22 pm (UTC)She drifts a bit closer, within range of being touched but not close enough to threaten it.
"That's an important point, you know. You didn't do anything. There's so much potential in everyone for such shitty things - you and I both know that - but you haven't."
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