"I mean she has this little pack of adopted children and left them to their
own devices in Baldur's Gate without a word, while she went off
adventuring," Astarion says. "She wasn't forced into it like the rest of
us."
"I'm likely giving you the wrong impression. She's an old war hero, with
some authority in an organisation called the Harpers - spies, of a kind,
operating across Faerûn to maintain peace and order. Insofar as such a
thing is ever possible."
Another, sharper laugh as he settles down against Jacob's side.
"Oh, I'd love to watch her try to get the wardens to agree on a single
damned thing. She acts the battleworn soldier, but she'll take any chance
to jump back into command."
"The former. Her heart was replaced by an experimental infernal engine -
she's stronger in battle, but only able to survive in the Hells. And she
made it clear to us all that she'd rather die in the mortal plane than
survive in Avernus."
"Both. He and John were the only things I thought about for my entire life, even when we weren't together. They - steered the direction of my life. When I had to be by myself, I wasn't great. I told you I was - in a shelter for a while. A place where they throw vets who can't hack it in the real world. Who are just burdens to society. That's all I fucking was - a burden. I would have put an end to it if I could get out of bed long enough."
He puts his hands over Astarion's.
"I'd rather survive than die. But I'd rather die than just exist. I know Joseph offers survival. I don't know what anything else means."
"No. I don't know what's out there and I don't fucking like surprises. But I know that I- can't be alone. Even if I graduate this place. I need - " A Pack. He needs a Pack. "People."
"I want to go back, but I know I shouldn't. It'll just be the same shit. Faith confirmed it when she came here during that flood. And that was survival for me. But I don't think it really is anymore." Not since he's had freedom here.
"Guess that means I can finally get a giant fucking battleaxe."
He shrugs. "Astarion, I'm not asking you to do a goddamn thing. And if it turns out we get there and you want to fuck off somewhere, fine. Just - like I said, a single person I know who fucking gets it is good enough."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 03:50 pm (UTC)He envied that damn thing.
"Tree magic. Seems useful, but at what price?"
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 03:59 pm (UTC)Astarion hums, thoughtful.
"Well. Halsin could be annoying and Jaheira is a terrible mother, but I think those both would have been true regardless."
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 04:24 pm (UTC)He closes the screen when Tan Brunette Guy #4 gets voted off.
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 04:27 pm (UTC)"I mean she has this little pack of adopted children and left them to their own devices in Baldur's Gate without a word, while she went off adventuring," Astarion says. "She wasn't forced into it like the rest of us."
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 04:28 pm (UTC)"Yeah, sounds like the sort of person who talks to trees."
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 04:48 pm (UTC)Astarion laughs quietly.
"I'm likely giving you the wrong impression. She's an old war hero, with some authority in an organisation called the Harpers - spies, of a kind, operating across Faerûn to maintain peace and order. Insofar as such a thing is ever possible."
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 04:51 pm (UTC)He laughs, sitting back on the pillows. "So I can talk to her myself."
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 05:19 pm (UTC)Another, sharper laugh as he settles down against Jacob's side.
"Oh, I'd love to watch her try to get the wardens to agree on a single damned thing. She acts the battleworn soldier, but she'll take any chance to jump back into command."
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 06:05 pm (UTC)With Astarion so close, he can't resist a gentle kiss.
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 06:16 pm (UTC)Astarion leans into it, pressing his lips gently to Jacob's.
"...I'd bring Karlach back if I could," he admits, quietly. "She's more doomed than any of us were."
Well, Gale was in trouble, but he brought that on himself!
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 06:28 pm (UTC)He doesn't pull away. "The whole...fire in her chest thing? Or the fighting in one of the hells thing?"
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 06:34 pm (UTC)"The former. Her heart was replaced by an experimental infernal engine - she's stronger in battle, but only able to survive in the Hells. And she made it clear to us all that she'd rather die in the mortal plane than survive in Avernus."
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 06:41 pm (UTC)"But - I understand it."
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 06:45 pm (UTC)Astarion hums an agreement.
"If I had the choice between dying of my own free will and 'living' under Cazador, I..."
He deflates a little.
"I don't know what I'd do."
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 06:53 pm (UTC)"I don't know if I'd go back with Joseph. Sometimes I want to."
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 07:13 pm (UTC)Astarion rests a cool hand on Jacob's chest.
"Because it's what you know? Or because he's family?"
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 07:19 pm (UTC)He puts his hands over Astarion's.
"I'd rather survive than die. But I'd rather die than just exist. I know Joseph offers survival. I don't know what anything else means."
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 07:20 pm (UTC)"It sounds like you're not entirely sure what you want from your life, either."
He sounds quiet, thoughtful.
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 07:46 pm (UTC)"...I didn't think I did," Astarion says. "But now, I...don't get me wrong, I still fundamentally dislike most people, but...I don't know."
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 07:49 pm (UTC)"I'll go where you go," he decides after a moment. "Least there will be some fucking friendly face."
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 07:55 pm (UTC)"I-"
Don't say that, he wants to snap. Don't fucking say that. Don't tell me I'm worth your life-
"What about your brother?"
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 07:57 pm (UTC)"I want to go back, but I know I shouldn't. It'll just be the same shit. Faith confirmed it when she came here during that flood. And that was survival for me. But I don't think it really is anymore." Not since he's had freedom here.
no subject
Date: 2024-10-03 07:01 am (UTC)"And what if I do want to go back to Faerûn, or somewhere like it? With magic, elves, the cursed undead?"
He loads the words with melodrama, but the concern is authentic.
"...And hot showers, obviously."
no subject
Date: 2024-10-03 10:46 am (UTC)He shrugs. "Astarion, I'm not asking you to do a goddamn thing. And if it turns out we get there and you want to fuck off somewhere, fine. Just - like I said, a single person I know who fucking gets it is good enough."
(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From: