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Date: 2025-02-26 03:44 pm (UTC)
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"Hells," Astarion murmurs. "Yes, I should think that needs following up on. Maybe give her a chance to catch her breath."

Date: 2025-02-26 03:59 pm (UTC)
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"Mmm. And I - want to tell her what I told you," he says quietly. "It's true of her as well, and...I want her to know."

Date: 2025-02-26 05:17 pm (UTC)
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Astarion pulls a face and pinches his hip.

"Absolutely not," he sniffs - but then immediately softens. "Though I'm glad you told her. I don't want her to feel as if it's - the two of us plus her, rather than the three of us. You know?"

Date: 2025-02-26 05:27 pm (UTC)
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"Well, we could - talk about that," he proposes carefully. "Being together more often."

Maybe it'll help him feel less of the nameless, creeping sickness he feels when he isn't with them, like he's waiting to be disposed of at any moment - which he feels when he is with them too, but to a far lesser extent.

Date: 2025-02-26 07:14 pm (UTC)
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Astarion nods an agreement.

"Very glad you're here to make the plans," he murmurs, "it's not my strong suit."

Date: 2025-02-27 05:07 pm (UTC)
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Astarion lightly drums his fingertips on the mattress to bring her over to his other side, sandwiching himself between the two warm-blooded mammals.

"I...never really thought about it that way," he remarks. Not really surprising, given that his own sense of 'usefulness' has always arisen from being made use of.

Date: 2025-02-27 06:25 pm (UTC)
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"You are," Astarion says. "I mean - don't get me wrong, I'd adore you even if you were utterly bereft of ideas, but - it does feel good, having someone close by who's thinking of the future. I just...I always thought of planning types as people who make use of others. Not in a bad way, necessarily, just..."

He's struggling to put his thoughts into words, now.

"I've always seen people as the users or the used. But it...might be more complicated than that, mm?"

Date: 2025-02-27 06:34 pm (UTC)
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"Maybe that's better. Much harder to navigate, mind you," he scoffs, "but...better."

Maybe if he can allow himself to be strong some ways and weak in others, to be user and used at once, and not live in a constant state of hating himself for not being an apex predator in all things, perhaps existing might feel...more bearable?

Date: 2025-02-27 07:16 pm (UTC)
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"...perhaps that's why I was never going to see eye to eye with John," Astarion says, thoughtfully. "He was...is...one of the most powerful entities on the ship. Impossibly ancient. Capable of things I can't even imagine. I was never going to feel anything but weak, with him. Worthless."

Date: 2025-02-27 07:24 pm (UTC)
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"I'm...beginning to explore alternatives," he says delicately.

Date: 2025-02-27 07:31 pm (UTC)
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"Like...I don't know. Maybe it doesn't matter how I feel? Maybe I just don't need to think about myself that much."

Perhaps it's just enough to please other people? People he likes. Loves. He can be content with that, surely?

Date: 2025-02-27 07:38 pm (UTC)
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"Mm. Well. Another alternative to consider," he concedes. "Shall we sleep on it?"

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