[The idea that whoever owned anything in this place was likely very much passed on. A sad realisation, honestly. As she thought back and reflected on his other input, she had to admit that what she'd said was likely insensitive. A bright idea, it sure was, to say that she admired things that survived and lingered.
If he hadn't been turned, she had to imagine that his life would have been very different. He certainly wouldn't have been in a musty, mildewed collection of Candlekeep history.
Still thinking about what to do with the necklace in question, she frowned just a touch, clearing her throat.]
I'm sorry. I didn't mean—
[Whatever more she might have gotten out died then and there when she heard the peculiar splitting of wood. At least it sounded like wood. It wasn't good, whatever it was. She hesitated to even move a touch more in response to it because she had yet to narrow down the source of it.]
—Astarion...?
[She began, the uncertainty leaking into her tone. The moment she began to feel the floor give out beneath where she stood, she tried to make herself seem as small as possible, and at the last minute, a last resort kicked in survival instinct. As Astarion began to close the distance between them, she reached out for him, clutching onto him, forgetting kindness, forgetting the sometimes brutal nature of her claws.
But she was going to guess it was the last thing either of them were going to be thinking about.]
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Date: 2023-12-11 10:54 am (UTC)[The idea that whoever owned anything in this place was likely very much passed on. A sad realisation, honestly. As she thought back and reflected on his other input, she had to admit that what she'd said was likely insensitive. A bright idea, it sure was, to say that she admired things that survived and lingered.
If he hadn't been turned, she had to imagine that his life would have been very different. He certainly wouldn't have been in a musty, mildewed collection of Candlekeep history.
Still thinking about what to do with the necklace in question, she frowned just a touch, clearing her throat.]
I'm sorry. I didn't mean—
[Whatever more she might have gotten out died then and there when she heard the peculiar splitting of wood. At least it sounded like wood. It wasn't good, whatever it was. She hesitated to even move a touch more in response to it because she had yet to narrow down the source of it.]
—Astarion...?
[She began, the uncertainty leaking into her tone. The moment she began to feel the floor give out beneath where she stood, she tried to make herself seem as small as possible, and at the last minute, a last resort kicked in survival instinct. As Astarion began to close the distance between them, she reached out for him, clutching onto him, forgetting kindness, forgetting the sometimes brutal nature of her claws.
But she was going to guess it was the last thing either of them were going to be thinking about.]