#aethergate ; astarion

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@aethergate sent ; ❝ kill one person, and you can solve so many problems. i wonder at the possibilities. ❞ / from astarion to gale

"Yes, but then it does tend to create twenty new ones, doesn't it? Murder has a funny way of turning heads. And frankly I'm not sure if I ought to be taking that as a threat or not, coming from you."

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"You look peculiar. What's wrong with you?" / from astarion to sally. spell of fuck you.

" Uhhhh, I don't thinks anything's wrong with me! Why? 'S there somethins on my face ? " Sally stared up at the pale elf in front of her with a cocked head. She was absolutely captivated by the mix of white hair and red eyes, an intrigued grin on her face.

" What does Pecular- peculiar mean mister? "

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That is not what I— I don't— how often have you done that? Stop it.

It's not my fault you're too busy with your orb to notice me, now is it?

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“I told you a joke and you’re laughing. I love you.” / astari to tav post game :]..

" Isn't that- Hah ! " Laughter interrupted her words, and Tav just let it die off naturally, a scrunched smile left in place. She never would've believed you if you told her the vampire had a comedic streak. " Isn't that what you do with a joke ? "

The fighter rested her head back, enjoying the ( albeit fake ) morning sun on her face. Gale would be waking up soon to join them no doubt, but for now it was just the elves out on the tower's balcony.

" I think it goes without saying, but I love you too Astari. "

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— @aethergate ( astarion ) said ; ❝ the sunrise is almost as pretty as you are. ❞

It's a fake sunrise, of course. Much of the area around the tower is fake; in actuality its windows are sealed from the real daylight. It's the best they can manage, for now, with Gale's long weeks of research turning up no leads ( though it's done little to wane Tav's deadset determination, the sort that keeps them diving into ruin after ruin, meeting with increasingly eclectic strangers in search of any cure ).

The view they have now, false as it may be, is still a pretty enough substitute, even if he knows some large part of Astarion will always mourn the real thing.

"Flatterer. Spoken like a man who's about to make an absurd request of me." But his smile is sincere, and he puts down his quill to glance towards the windows. From here, it certainly looks like a proper sunrise. "It is one of my better works, though, isn't it? Suppose I've had plenty of time to practice as of late. I'm glad you're impressed."

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@aethergate sent ; bodyswap Gale and astarion my ass is NOT finding the emojis !!!

One might assume they would have learned from the entire debacle involving the Necromancy of Thay not to prod around at clearly-cursed books but, no, evidently even lived experience isn't a good enough teacher when it comes to men like Gale and Astarion. If asked in the future, Gale would be quick to place the blame solely on the vampire's head; in truth, it's the combined effort of Astarion's deft fingers and Gale's talent for incantations that finally springs the cover of the dusty old tome they'd found wide open.

It's accompanied by what Gale can only describe as an explosion, a blast of pure arcane energy so forceful it sends him flying back a couple of meters, or at least it appears that way, but, frankly, it's a little hard to tell because he finds himself in the bizarre position of noting that, quite abruptly, his entire perspective has simply become wrong somehow.

More than wrong. There is no constant thrum of energy pulsing within his chest, no threads of Weave pulling at his fingers. The aching hunger, the need he can't properly articulate - that's still there, but different, too. Every now and then his vision swarms; the tadpole is still there, because of course it is. But his fingers are lithe and pale, paler even than they already were, and Gale spent months holed up in a tower alone rather recently. But all of that is secondary to the fact that his own body is sprawled out across the clearing from him and he can most certainly tell from feeling alone that he does not have an arcane double conjured right now.

What in all the hells.

"What did you do?" Gods, even his voice is wrong, and it trembles as shaky hands scrabble at his chest, searching desperately for something he just innately knows isn't in him anymore as he sits up more fully, eyes narrowed at the imposter lying across from him. "What did you do to me?"

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“ Free lunch! ” / from astarion to tav !

Tav raised a brow, arms crossed. Coming back to camp for lunch was honestly well needed after the morning the party had had. The elves had an... interesting arrangement, one that Tav had assume they weren't just gonna talk about when everyone in camp could hear them.

" Well, you've never greeted me that way before, hello to you too Astarion. "

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@aethergate sent ; ❝ so you can cast a few spells? am i supposed to be impressed? ❞ / from astarion to gale

"A few— a few spells?" He turns on a heel and glares at him, pointing with a fair amount of exaggeration to the ashes of what used to be a group of bandits.

"I just took out that entire group. The whole lot of them. Almost singlehandedly! You could at least pretend to be a little awed, yes. It's not as though you know any useful spells."

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I thought I was your personal bloodbag :(

gale my sugar baby <3 my sweet apple my personal bloodbag

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You're not out of the woods yet either dear

He's mad that I'm sillier about it than him

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Astari, love, don't give me that look! I have the arcane intellect of a brick wall.

BUT SHE HAS RESTORATION! SHE CAN FIX THIS! I BLOODY WELL CAN'T!

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" Yep ! Most people just run away from me ! Oooor pass out. I always feel reaally bads for them. I don't mean to scares them! Honest ! " The ghost twisted her face up, trying to stare at the tip of her nose for a moment. The man's face was so hard to read, and at some point Sally just gave up and rocked back and forth on her feet.

" I trys ta stay outa trouble, but it's a liiittle hard when your grave is a stepping stone ! " Your final resting place being disturbed more often than not certainly wasn't ideal, but it's been so long now, the poltergeist doesn't waste energy being mad about it.

" This is as normal as I can gets Mister ! "

@teapottroubles , continued from x cause i just realized how fucked it looks on my blog !

His eyes widen, clearly surprised by that blatant admission. That... was unfortunate. But looking at the situation with this new revelation... well, it made sense. It doesn't stop a small frown from tugging at his features, however. He wasn't as unfamiliar with the experience as most would be - and as most would hope to be - so he can't find himself more surprised than that.

"Well, the being dead part doesn't really help with the.. appearing normal part. So it might be more than just the blood! Am I really the first to point it out? It seems like it would be obvious."

Many normal children are lost in the city of Baldurs Gate, and dead ones aren't exactly as uncommon as expected either.. but they usually don't come back.

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I see. How inspiring it is to know that that's what eventually dissuaded you, not any personal revelation of how utterly creepy it is.

Only once or twice. If it helps at all, it was before I knew your blood tasted like acid.

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BUT SHE HAS RESTORATION! SHE CAN FIX THIS! I BLOODY WELL CAN'T!

( Perception Check Successful ) OH.

WELL. ALRIGHT. YOU'RE NOT GOING TO EXPLODE, IF THAT HELPS ANY.

IIIII AM GONNA GO WAKE SHADOWHEART.

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( Perception Check Successful ) OH.

WELL. ALRIGHT. YOU'RE NOT GOING TO EXPLODE, IF THAT HELPS ANY.

IIIII AM GONNA GO WAKE SHADOWHEART.

TWO MINUTES AGO? YOU'VE BEEN EATING MY BOOTS FOR WEEKS GALE.

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( Smiles in knowing she's the tastier one ) Alright, fair enough.

I thought I was your personal bloodbag :(