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Date: 2024-10-02 05:19 pm (UTC)
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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."

Date: 2024-10-02 06:16 pm (UTC)
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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!

Date: 2024-10-02 06:34 pm (UTC)
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"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."

Date: 2024-10-02 06:45 pm (UTC)
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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."

Date: 2024-10-02 07:13 pm (UTC)
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Astarion rests a cool hand on Jacob's chest.

"Because it's what you know? Or because he's family?"

Date: 2024-10-02 07:20 pm (UTC)
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"It sounds like you're not entirely sure what you want from your life, either."

He sounds quiet, thoughtful.

Date: 2024-10-02 07:46 pm (UTC)
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"...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."

Date: 2024-10-02 07:55 pm (UTC)
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"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?"

Date: 2024-10-03 07:01 am (UTC)
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"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."

Date: 2024-10-03 11:56 am (UTC)
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Astarion just sits with that for a few moments. Keeps his jaw tight before he speaks too soon.

"...You'd look very good with a giant fucking battleaxe," he says, eventually, smiling faintly.

Date: 2024-10-03 02:43 pm (UTC)
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"Oh, you should certainly have both," Astarion murmurs. "Some creatures are better crushed and others cleaved in twain. I'll get you a Bag of Holding so you can carry both."

Date: 2024-10-03 06:45 pm (UTC)
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"I am. Feel free to go and...see to any mortal ablutions," he says, gesturing vaguely towards the bathroom. "I'll keep the bed cold."

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