It seems very … temperamental. But yes, why would it be easy to explain the useful things? It sounds like you all have a grasp on what’s going on and what to be cautious of.
[ they’re a smart bunch.
he watches gale go all awkward. it’s… endearing. and it’s understandable. what would he have done if their positions had been reversed? he’s not sure he’d fully be aware. he’s not stupid but love has been such a foreign and dead thing to him for so long. love was something whispered through falsehoods, for manipulation.
this isn’t that. and it makes him feel warm and— wanted. safe. ]
… We’re planning on making it through this, aren’t we? Despite how things are now. [ … ] I’ll have a response by then.
Yes, all the letters commanding that I kill myself made their point.
[ FLATLY. look he’s only joking about it because he finds it mildly funny to spend all this time being told not to kill himself but also should maybe die. it’s fine.
but softening quickly, holding his hands up in a surrender motion. ]
I have no intentions on succumbing to the cult here nor in Faerûn, no. But— I truly am not demanding or even requesting anything from you? There is no deadline or requirement. I will be here for you regardless, in whatever capacity you would care for that to be. I will always above all else be your friend, Astarion.
[ that is the biggest shift that’s happened here. in quite a few ways they were strangers upon arrival - fellow travelers, yes, but strangely distant in other ways. it’s not as if they had anything binding them to one another throughout this time other than a shared memory, without the tadpole active, and they had chosen to be friends anyway. that has to mean something. ]
Yes— well. [ he’s SELFISH ] I’m sure you’ll do whatever you need to. Whatever that ends up being. [ he just sounds sulky like a child that might’ve been scolded at some point for Something. ]
…
[ if gale had ever wondered what it looked like to have a ghost making motions like he wants to throttle him, as genuinely sweet as this declaration is, this is it. this is what it looks like. ]
I am not obligated to do anything! I want to give you an answer you bloody idiot!! [ FJDJDJF :angy: ] And not just want you want to hear or what I think you want to hear. You will get an answer and it will be an answer I actually mean.
That just… takes time. [ just a little bit longer. somehow, in some ways…. absence makes it clearer. but he just needs that little bit more time. just to be sure. ]
Besides. It would be very rude of me to take you up on a journey to Waterdeep while leaving that hanging.
[ it is nice though. even more than lovers, he’s… not had a friend in such a long time. between gale and karlach and particularly stubborn others here, he finds himself a starved man before a feast. ]
[ HE REALLY IS NOT MAD ABOUT THE LETTERS. he mostly finds it funny. just like he finds this whole fit a little bit funny and cute in his very astarion way. ]
Alright, I will hardly stand in your way, it's simply you're making it sound as if I'm proctoring an exam on Advanced Planar Studies and you need time to finish the essay portion ...
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[ they’re a smart bunch.
he watches gale go all awkward. it’s… endearing. and it’s understandable. what would he have done if their positions had been reversed? he’s not sure he’d fully be aware. he’s not stupid but love has been such a foreign and dead thing to him for so long. love was something whispered through falsehoods, for manipulation.
this isn’t that. and it makes him feel warm and— wanted. safe. ]
… We’re planning on making it through this, aren’t we? Despite how things are now. [ … ] I’ll have a response by then.
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[ FLATLY. look he’s only joking about it because he finds it mildly funny to spend all this time being told not to kill himself but also should maybe die. it’s fine.
but softening quickly, holding his hands up in a surrender motion. ]
I have no intentions on succumbing to the cult here nor in Faerûn, no. But— I truly am not demanding or even requesting anything from you? There is no deadline or requirement. I will be here for you regardless, in whatever capacity you would care for that to be. I will always above all else be your friend, Astarion.
[ that is the biggest shift that’s happened here. in quite a few ways they were strangers upon arrival - fellow travelers, yes, but strangely distant in other ways. it’s not as if they had anything binding them to one another throughout this time other than a shared memory, without the tadpole active, and they had chosen to be friends anyway. that has to mean something. ]
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…
[ if gale had ever wondered what it looked like to have a ghost making motions like he wants to throttle him, as genuinely sweet as this declaration is, this is it. this is what it looks like. ]
I am not obligated to do anything! I want to give you an answer you bloody idiot!! [ FJDJDJF :angy: ] And not just want you want to hear or what I think you want to hear. You will get an answer and it will be an answer I actually mean.
That just… takes time. [ just a little bit longer. somehow, in some ways…. absence makes it clearer. but he just needs that little bit more time. just to be sure. ]
Besides. It would be very rude of me to take you up on a journey to Waterdeep while leaving that hanging.
[ it is nice though. even more than lovers, he’s… not had a friend in such a long time. between gale and karlach and particularly stubborn others here, he finds himself a starved man before a feast. ]
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Alright, I will hardly stand in your way, it's simply you're making it sound as if I'm proctoring an exam on Advanced Planar Studies and you need time to finish the essay portion ...
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[ romance is dead ]
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[ emailing the professor at midnight being like, my essay will be late!!!!!! arguing about stupid shit IS romance get used to it. ]
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[ they’re so dumb i love them. ]
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[ also very funny that he's like, planning on it being romantic. i feel like that's an answer. ]
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[ they go in circles. ]
... Ugh. I have no idea when I'll vanish again. Stop arguing with me. [ astarion. ]