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PLEASE IGNORE LAST A MISCALCULATED!

Hi! I would like to transfer 600 Emblems to my other Character Astarion Ancunin of Baldur's Gate 3 from Millions Knives of Trigun Maximum's wallet. Both emblem pages can be found under /skills on both fangsanddaggers and angeligtragedy respectively. Date is 3rd January

EMBLEMS TRANSFER: Muns of more than one muse may transfer emblems between muses. The transaction must be noted on both characters to be eligible for future purchases.

MILLIONS KNIVES:

ORIGINAL EMBLEM BALANCE: 600 TRANSACTION: -600 Emblems CURRENT EMBLEM BALANCE: 0

ASTARION ANCUNIN

ORIGINAL EMBLEM BALANCE: 350 TRANSACTION: +600 CURRENT EMBLEM BALANCE: 950

— Mod Leillis  🌸

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Hi! I would like to transfer 800 Emblems to my other Character Astarion Ancunin of Baldur's Gate 3 from Nicholas D. Wolfwood of Trigun Stampede's wallet. Both emblem pages can be found under /skills on both fangsanddaggers and enduringdevotion respectively. Date is 3rd January

EMBLEMS TRANSFER: Muns of more than one muse may transfer emblems between muses. The transaction must be noted on both characters to be eligible for future purchases.

NICHOLAS D. WOLFWOOD

ORIGINAL EMBLEM BALANCE: 950 TRANSACTION: -800 Emblems CURRENT EMBLEM BALANCE: 150

ASTARION ANCUNIN

ORIGINAL EMBLEM BALANCE: 950 TRANSACTION: +800 CURRENT EMBLEM BALANCE: 1,750

— Mod Leillis  🌸

[fangsanddaggers]

Didn't realise there was the missing page, I'd like to reapp Astarion Ancunin from Baldur's Gate 3 date is Dec 2nd. App under /app should be fixed.

You feel stillness and motion pressing upon you from all sides. A familiar stirring draws you forward, and you wake once more from the long quiet.

You, ASTARION ANCUNIN find yourself once more standing before the Terminus Tower. It has remained just as you once knew it, teeming with life. A guardian approaches.

What joyous occasion! Pleased, we are , Young Echo, for our paths to cross once more! Be swift in your readjustment, little one.

The Guardian hands you the following:

A HOUSE KEY. Emblazoned upon it is: ASTARION ANCUNIN'S HOUSE .

Your former possessions, abilities, and emblems have been restored to you.

Welcome back to Aevum Isles!

— Mod Leillis  🌸

[fangsanddaggers]

I've made some updates to Astarion's abilities. App is under /app. Summary of changes:

Modified Updated the missing spells on the enchanted armour as requested. If any further details are required, please let me know. Date is 29th Dec 2024

The updates have been noted, and approved!

— 🏵️ Creo

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"Well, with my age, I have plenty of crafts I know. Perfumery is just one of them, though I'd argue I'm hardly the paragon of knowledge for it. Tailoring is a different story." Delicate fingers motion to his own body, adorned in finery of his own making.

Though, he does smile as he fills the basket, moving once more to the processing area, helping pick along the way and fill his companion's basket.

"I find it's easier to learn with your hands. Words are a lot to process and don't match up to experience. I'd gladly teach you some day." The idea of having another student warmed his chest, ever since Xuanyu learnt under him, he'd wanted to expand his teaching.

Marcellus is delighted to take the other's hand in a greeting. "Marcellus Ivoryscales." The handshake is firm, but not too tight. "If you don't mind, I'd love to know some tidbits if you have any. I'm not entirely familiar with craftsmanship." When it came to creating something food-wise, he had it in the bag with no problem. That was a different kind of skill set.

[fangsanddaggers]

Hi! I'd like to purchase the ability unlocks of Vampirically Heightened Body and Shocking Grasp for Astarion Ancunin of Baldur's Gate 3 please! Stats are under /stats, emblems /skills! Date is 28th Dec 2024!

When you awaken, you feel rekindled. As though some small piece of you has assembled itself back together….

Your VAMPRICICALLY HEIGHTENED BODY and SHOCKING GRASP have been restored to you.

ABILITY UNLOCK 500 Emblems ALL Abilities and Items listed on a Muse’s application can be bought back at any time. Application unlocks are limited to two (2) abilities/items per Activity Check without exception.

ORIGINAL EMBLEM BALANCE: 1050 TRANSACTION: 1000 Emblems CURRENT EMBLEM BALANCE: 50

— 🏵️ Creo

[fangsanddaggers]

Hello there! I'd like to purchase the Healing Stones for Astarion Ancunin using the Hearth's Rising Voucher, please! His stats are found at /stats and his currency at /skills.

A special item has been delivered to your home and placed in a mailbox that wasn’t there yesterday. The box, and the item both have your name on them.

Healing Stones 300 Emblems | USE LIMIT: 1-5             The bell above the door of Juniper’s Charms and Remedies chimes above your head. You are greeted by the smell of herbs and the cheerful bubbling of brewing concoctions as you are greeted from the front desk. Walking through the rows and shelves you find a small collection of velveteen bags no larger than the palm of your hand. Within which are five smooth grey stones.             This pouch contains five small stones that vibrate softly in your hand. It’s said that when you crush them, they’re able to heal small to medium wounds, and crushing all 5 can even save a soul from fatal damage.

NOTE: This is a PERISHABLE ITEM. It can be used at any time, but only 1-5 times per purchase.

ORIGINAL EMBLEM BALANCE: 1,050 TRANSACTION: Free! (Hearths Rising Voucher) CURRENT EMBLEM BALANCE: 1,050

— Mod Leillis 🌸

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Red had watched idly from the shadows. The figure had gone to the library for a book on silver smithing. He'd wanted to learn everything he'd need to get to ensure Jayce had the perfect workshop at his house.

Piles and piles formed on the table as he peered from the shadows, amused lightly by the other's seeming madness. When he was truly gone down the flight, he approached the pile. It is here the other elf finds him, bent at the hip and peering at the pile, hand to his chin in thought.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd wager a wizard was frantically trying to grab hold of any magic he can because he's newly arrived." He hums to himself, shifting a few books and picking one up, inspecting the clearly marked magic tome.

He himself had been trying to figure it all out, but it felt as if this world locked him away from even the most basic levels. What a pain.

"What I wouldn't give for prestidigitation back in my hands." He sighs, turning his head once he was sure he had the others attention.

Celestial skin, glimmering eyes, his mind screams at first glance drow for the skin color without the shimmer, then Twilight elf for the rest. Perhaps a halfling with a teifling for the horns, thought the four fingers was...

Odd.

Which meant that his people, to a degree, survived in another plane. Of course they did, truthfully, he knew there were many, infernal elves and those from Shadowfell to name a few, Star elves another, but to truly see another realm of his kind was honestly refreshing.

"I'd also wager, you're not from Faerun in the slightest. Otherwise you'd know most of these books are hardly going to be of aid." He himself wasn't a wizard, but he was trained by an archmage in what little he does know, so he'd consider himself at least a novice in one of this.

Gods, what he wouldn't give for Gale be here. He'd know more about this trash.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ — The Startouch elf flipped through yet another book within the Arcanus Archives, a pile having formed upon one of the tables. He set it down, walking with purpose to another area of the fourth floor.

Magical practices. Magical items and creatures. Spells. Aether.

He had collected a plethora of books from books from both the second and fourth floors, spreading them out over the space that surrounded him. No heed for others, absorbed in his research.

Aaravos' horned head tilted slightly.

Golden eyes searched the shelves for a long moment before the mage raised a hand, four fingered, and lingered there for a moment. He lowered it again, examining the tomes.

If only he had his own books back. He could consult them - even if all of that knowledge was accessible within his own mind after 300 long years of looking over the same texts, sometimes the physical thing was simply a delight to hold.

Wait. The third floor. He had seen something about 'homeworld'.

Tap tap tap - His boots clicked against the stairs as he hurried down, cloak fluttering behind. He rounded the corner to a peculiar little section. He scanned the selections to find familiar titles until -

Realms Beyond Time

"Ahhh, there we are..."

A finger hooked against the spine, pulling it from the collection and holding the thick book under an arm as he ascended the stairs once more back to his prior space of study.

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Astarion preens softly at the sight, picking things before gently straightening, feeling the cat scramble to curl around his shoulders stubbornly. He relents at her needy behavior, an unseen hand pulling open the fabric on his spine to reveal a pouch.

Instantly, she dove into the space, wriggling down to stick her head up and look completely at ease in the sling, purring deeply as she finally settled.

"I've gotten into the craft in the last few months. Easy once you know what you're doing." Good thing he had centuries to learn bits and pieces here and there, even learning perfumery a long time ago at it's base to make his own scents, for Cazador never allowed him to purchase nor own true ones.

Even then, he'd trash what Astarion made when he found it.

"Astarion Ancunin." He offers his hand then to the other, lips curled sweetly.

Watching the Mainecoon just hop right on their owner's back is giving Wynter ideas and Marcellus can't help but chuckle with a shake of his head. "Clearly. Ah, I wouldn't be surprised if Wynter ended up copying your beautiful cat."

What would they be without their companion? Wynter was everything to Marcellus!

"Mmm, a perfume doesn't sound at all bad. It's a lovely idea." Would...Byleth enjoy a berry scented perfume?

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The elf smiled at the little critter, Gale his Mainecoon inching closer to sniff at them, then looked up at his basket wanting to help him too. He's made that mistake, the soft red around her maw proof enough.

"I was thinking of a berry nettle tea, or adding it to a perfume, perhaps." He hums, holding the basket out of the cheeky cat's reach, grunting when he bowed to get more only to have a floof on his spine.

"Kids, you can't do anything without them, but they brighten the world, hmm?" It's playful as he boops her nose, continuing to pick away despite the loaf falling asleep on him.

With this kind young man helping the poor old ladies, it was only right for Marcellus to help him help them. With his own basket being assisted with Wynter's diligence (he carries Marcellus' basket in his mouth), Marcellus was happy to carry his new companion.

"I heard we can make some warm berry tea with these. I figured I could make some and share them with the people." It didn't sound like a bad idea, considering the chilly air!

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"I don't even know what I'm doing, darling, only that I know what I like and want to figure out what to do with." Like the Tarot, the candles he knew could be used in religious things, not that he was overly a fan of finding someone to worship or anything silly.

He wondered briefly what he wanted to even do with it all. It was to be a place he can go to to ground himself, to long for that which he'd lost but also find comfort in what he has. Was that even something you could do with faith? Was this even possible for someone like him?

Who knew. But as the other suggested things they could make together, even the tapestries... He knew bringing this stuff home and making a space for his mental health that wasn't hidden by him just 'working' was oddly soothing to him.

"Wait sorry, did you say heights?" He wasn't afraid of heights in the slightest, but it felt such a curveball he was knocked right out of his almost negative musings. "Heights, a set time, something you think I'll like, darling I haven't the faintest clue what you have planned." He chuckles, returning to the man to lightly claim his arm, cuddling in close.

The scent, always so soothing. He wanted to bottle it, to have it with him no matter where he was. Perfumes. Another thing he can dip his toes back into to heal and recover. Easy enough.

"Well, at the very least, it won't be awkward because of the heights..... Seeing as we live on the edge of a cliff, it'd be awkward if I did."

Seems he's hit the right nerve this time. Good. Let Astarion be reminded over and over again that he's precious and gorgeous and Roberto doesn't care if he has weird habits. He may not know what to do with said habits himself, but it hardly matters at all anyway.

"Don't expect me to know what to do if you hand me pretty rocks and candles that smell funny," he chuckles, taking the moment to squeeze the vampire before he slipped away and took his sweet kisses with him. "But sure. I can follow directions well enough. If you explain nice and slow for poor old me." He winks and settles to eat the sandwich his love was so kind as to make him.

"We'll have to find some other things to make together then," he hums between bites. "Back home, that's basically the only way you had much of anything. You paid out the ass for something shipped from a big city, or you took whatever you could find and made something yourself. Gotta be some more things we can add around here together. Maybe when it comes around again we can add onto the tapestry too."

That would be good, though it wouldn't be until that festival came around again that anything would come of that idea. In the meantime, he's sure there's plenty of things they can make together, on top of whatever projects Astarion has in mind with his new spiritual stuff. Time for thinking about that later though. The sandwich doesn't last long but Roberto makes sure Astarion is finished with his drink before they head out again.

"I think you'll like this surprise. I hope so, anyway. Sure hope you're not against heights, or this is going to be really awkward."

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Berries For a Jam and Leaves for the Scent ||@dragonhcrt||

Astarion hadn't meant to be here as long as he had. But two sweet old ladies had asked for aid so he'd spent hours helping them bring back their baskets. They were full, but the poor things had canes and poor spines.

It's upon turning to leave for his own basket that he was informed he had a new partner. Fine. He just wanted to sniff leaves and decide if they or the flowers would be a good addition to perfumes.

"So, eager for your jar of these things?" They'd been quiet for some time as Astarion led the other to an untouched part of the space, happy to settle on his knees to pick carefully. "Any plans for what you want to make with them?" Perhaps he'd get some ideas to hand over to Nicholas when he see's him next.

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So Nai helped get where he is now. He could see it, the scent of starvation and blood barely noticeable on the man. It was subtle enough to tell the elf he's been through it, but not enough for him to be concerned for his well being.

Something about the scent ticked at his brain, itched at him so viciously he very nearly doesn't catch the other's words at first.

"Ah yes, arriving here there are thousands of questions but only two or three are ever answered with clarity." There's a hint of lamenting in his voice, a soft whine as he thinks it over and over.

Eyes focus at the spin, cocking out a hip as his hand props an elbow for him to tip his head into the raised palm. How was it indeed. It looked nice enough on the man, ill fitted as he'd guessed, too loose around the waist, but almost too tight over the pectoral muscles. He leans slightly, head tipping as he mentally marks all of the changes he'd personally make to ensure it-

always looking for innovation.

Pupils dilated the instant the other's words clicked. Here was a man, an engineer, tinkerer, artificer- whatever the word is, a silversmith to boot. There was a light in those eyes that hadn't been there mere minutes prior, a shimmer. Contagious from him, perhaps, or perhaps he felt the power already on the cusp of framing the man.

"Oh darling. I don't think you know what you're offering a man." He purrs the words, fingers trailing his own jaw as he thought, licking a fang as eyes trailed once more to all the imperfections. "A bored man, no less."

"I'd trust a man who's passionate about his work far more than someone just trying to make a quick payday," Jayce agrees, listening with rapt attention to this flamboyant elf that commanded attention. He's barely blinked before he's being thrown recommendations, admiring the patterning on some pieces, the colours of others. He'd always been a man of bold choices after all- his clothing was just the start of it. Ushered to a booth to dress, he's hurrying into the first outfit, Astarion's energy contagious. He almost feels like that young inventor all over again, dressed in his best and awkwardly eager to make a good first impression. Shaved face barely hours before yet still already showing a 5'o clock shadow no matter how he tried. He wonders idly if he should cut his hair as he admires his reflection. Jayce looked more rugged these days... But maybe he could work it... "How's this?" The inventor presents, the suit vest the first of his choices. Something darker to the usual pale whites he wore but he couldn't deny the gentle satin purple of the undervest looked good against his more tan skin these days. "And as for Nai... I could believe it. Helped me get myself on my feet, still reeling at all the change but... It's peaceful here, and I can't complain. So many questions left but- from everyone i've encountered it seems like they won't go answered any time soon." Jayce does a turn for Astarion, finding himself placing his trust in this oddity of a man but those keen eyes told him all he needed to know. They were a master in their passions & threadwork seemed to be one of them. "If you're looking for different, i'd be interested in your visions for such things. You could say i'm always looking for innovation."

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I had the terrible thought of giving jayce long hair after cleaning him up. You can blame @fangsanddaggers for the encouragement of this idea xD

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Red flicked down to the card, taking it and turning it over a few times in thought. He listens to the other, gauging the man's words as he tapped the plastic to his lips, finally trailing eyes over the other's frame again.

Rubies end at the hammer, noting the hallmarks all across it, eyes shining as he forcefully contained the utter glee. A silversmith? Well, Nai was actually listening to him whine and complain about not having anything pretty to sell.

"The little minx." He mutters under his breath, eyes flicking the last gap to the others face, clearly clocking right back in like his mind had never left, letting plastic tug his bottom lip a second.

"Blazers and slacks are what the rich want. Boring, bland, 'I want what Sarza was wearing last week at the summer glam dinner'." Eyes roll as he turns then, slipping towards the male half of the store, trailing fingers over a rack of pieces, thinking to himself.

It's clear clothing is a passion of his, the works out on the racks unlikely to be his doing as many of them look same same. His own attire more akin to what one may find either from Piltover or those visiting, refined yet intricate, chaotic yet simple. The way the hand embroidered flowers flow along the sash at his waist, the little rose on his backside pocket, splashes of light color on otherwise tan and brown clothing gave it a humble flare.

Even still, he flicks his eyes over the human, swaying left and right before picking a few pieces of the simpler attire.

"Men often just pick the simple things, 'gets the job done' they say. There's no fun in basic. Not even a pattern, ugh." He moves then to the change rooms, setting the pieces out for inspection and trial.

There was a level of care in each choice, a flair of color here, a tint of something there, but nothing too bold. Seemed the only bold colors were in the dresses, and even they were quite drab in his humble opinion, just a slightly pink-white dress shirt or a ever faint mint tone to lines on the vest. Nothing stood out, it burned his veins a new passion each time someone seeks something refined, unique, one-of-a-kind kind of deals.

It's why he all but wears down his friends to let him make at least one outfit for them. Desperate to show them the power they could feel in the right clothes, so maybe, just maybe, he could make more.

"Lets start with these. A few styles of waistcoats, yes a corset vest if you don't like it, you don't need to try it on. Of course nothing will fit perfectly right off the bat, but it'll fit enough. My work is precise and made to order." He motions to the pieces pulled from the rack, clearly not made to order, simply premade in common shapes and sizes, like most places do. "My colleagues make what is popular and refined in the high class world. I may not be paid as regularly as they, but my tastes? They are fun, bright, different, darling. These are my fellow tailor's works. I, make to order custom pieces, statements that speak of the being wearing them and who they aim to be." Though his stance is languid, he looks pleased with himself, like speaking of this, his clear passion, was as easy as pretending to breathe.

"Nai? I dressed that man myself. Arrived in a ripped up blanket and a terribly ill fitting spacesuit, if you believe me."

He'd be lying if he wasn't immediately stunned by the man that stepped out from the back, eyes unable to help but take in the appearance of the other. Astarion was stunning, elegant for sure and for a moment Jayce almost didn't hear the statements directed his way before coming to his senses. "Ah- you'd be right. I was told to inform you that Nai had sent me, and to offer this," The inventor explains -briskly- a summary of his instructions as the card was handed across. He suspected some kind of rare item trade perhaps? Nai seemed quite insistent on Jayce taking it after all. "As for looking for something- I'm more used to waistcoats and suits should that be more your interest. I... Suppose a preference for paler colours? My old attire isn't quite holding up anymore after arrival." Trinkets... Right- his hammer. Or rather his jewellery hammer with the little set of screwdrivers. He feels silly with it tucked into a bag he'd gotten cheaply from somewhere, something basic to do the job while he figured out a more long term set. Jayce opens up his bag to show the trinket he was shown, a huff. "I was an inventor. They must have thought it'd be funny to give me this- at least I can get back into silversmithing with it." The words are dry, unamused before flicking up back to Astarion, tucking the trinket back away again. "What exactly classifies as something interesting for you? Is the slacks and blazer that common?"

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"One moment, darling."

From the back, the elegant voice rose up, the figure unseen. There's movement in the back and a snap of a language, clearly some sort of curse. When the figure appeared he was everything that defined the word elegance.

From the soft curls framing his face and brushing his shoulders, to the way his body moved. Each step firm, confident, yet light like a dancers. Or a hunters. His clothes framed him perfectly, hand tailored, with a tailors pouch of tools to one hip, the measuring ribbon cast lazily over his shoulders. Soft frills around his neck accentuated the delicate plunge the line took on his chest, revealing small blips of black ink on pure white skin.

"Sorry for the wait, darling." Now closer, the voice was near sickly sweet, a level of decorum yet peace, a spark of mischief deep.

Certainly a man of the finer things, setting a few unneeded things aside his eyes trail over the war torn form, slowing as he straightens. He cocks out a hip, pants moving with a tight freedom of sorts as he measures the other by eye.

"Looks like two wizards had a fireball competition on you." It's said more to himself before pure gleaming rubies flicked to meet those warm eyes. "Apologies, Astarion Ancunin. If I were a betting man, I'd wager a new Echo, day or two no less." His nose tips up, sniffing the air slightly.

"Mmm. Still smell like the Guardian. I hope the trinket they gave you was better than the heavy dice they gave me." He turns then, happy to focus on returning the suit jackets from the female change room to the rack nearby. "Please tell me you're looking for something interesting. If it's a standard blazer and slacks I might fall asleep." He groans at the very thought, though used his new actions to step around the desk to approach the other, heels clicking as he moves.

-- Devil's in the detail & every single stitch --

(Reserved thread starter for @fangsanddaggers, thank you for your claim!)

Snow had begun to fall by the time Jayce had made it to the designated shop he'd been informed of. Recommended with a glowing review & highly endorsed by Nai himself- something he wasn't taking lightly given the circumstances. Bustling were the streets outside, the overhang a pleasant detail as he steps inside. Plastic card in hand (such a strange thing to need) he walks up to the front counter of the establishment, for once in his life feeling... Out of place in such a high end location. The wear and sad state of his clothing post death being the main reason, but he does his best to at least stand up straight and present with manners. Jayce taps the bell at on the counter to summon a staff member, unsure if this was indeed the right place.

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"Yes. Yes it damn well should! Take the anomaly out and give you a gods damned cane!" Astarion snaps, clearly pissed in a way that has him feeling ready to fight something.

Too long. Astarion pauses once they're up, head tipping back, ears folding slightly. Right. The elf hadn't really noticed the entire foot gap between them at first, too focused on the scent of blood.

"Right well, nothing I cannot work with." He feels the pull, focuses once more on the Weave that found its way even here, reminding himself of how it was done.

He focused on a Goliath, just a little taller than the male in front of him, more on the shorter side of the species. Broad shouldered, but he was stubbornly keeping his hair, clothes too would shift with the right twist of his fingers. Blue danced in the air now, coming to the living realm as it twirled around his frame, filling red eyes with the light.

"Mutatis mutandis." The words ripple with a small echo, the magic blooming firmly as he turns, taking the arm of the man from the wounded side.

As he does, the magic seeping into his veins, he grew, clothing adjusting with him, not a tear in sight when the light dies down. He's taller, just over seven feet, arm settled on the other's side and lifting to take all of the weight off the foot.

"There. Either we walk like this, or now, I can carry you." His voice was a touch deeper with the new form, eyes returning to their soft red, looking pleased he had this spell on hand. "Either way, this will feel much better than leaning a foot down."

"These guardians take things of value...weapons, abilities, like you said- Should an exception be made for something housing an anomaly made means by magic?" He pointed out the flaw in his own cane/staff, the anomaly in itself was tied to it, so was the claw-like appendage that grew from his back...hard to explain what that was exactly- it resembled the Hexclaw..maybe it was. The wording Astarion used was particular, if not peculiar to say- to smell a wound was not much out of human reach, but it was an impossible odd compared to the average. Viktors mind troubled itself with debating itself on this miniscule detail, drawing back to the words being spoken as the other moved away from an unfamiliar language and back to something he could speak. "I'm...too long to carry, I should be..able to walk with help." His voice was..smaller, now. Almost sheepish to an extent that made him ashamed of needing help, he only relied on one other man before, and it bit him back in return. Jayce had hurt him, but he wasn't..overly angry anymore, he just missed the connection they had since forever, but all good things do come to an end, unfortunately. Viktor pulled himself along with the help of the silver-haired stranger, down the steps as the inward turn of his leg only proved difficult to navigate, despite living with it for his entire life, Viktor forgot about it in a matter of moments when he fused with the arcane nature of the hexcore. Soon, his wound was managed, watching intently of the healing stones...the offer of clothes winding him. He realized he had been clinging to the blanket for a long time...maybe a tailored pair of clothing would not be bad. "You don't..need to, but it would be, again, appreciated. Thank you..." As if he regained his ability to speak, words sharp and punctual once more- the previous sense of being ashamed had melted as he thanked the kindness of Astarion's offer. Grabbing his hand carefully, metal was felt intertwined with deformed, purple skin as he carefully got up, towering height coming to a full despite his natural need to slouch forward, back aching from the incorrect nature of his leg.