[Yes, Nepione. The entire place smelled like troubles and more work, but Astarion couldn't bee blamed if the kid ended up making a deal wwith a devil. It wasn't his job nor place to tell her it was a terrible idea, not when she saw him discussing things with Raphael in the first place. Shit, did he just really think 'that kid still has a chance not to make stupid mistakes'? Why did he even care? Only because they had a leader that was far too kind and he knew that any extra problem was the entire group's problem, of course, there was no other reason.
He gave her time to process her feelings, aware that the cleric wasn't pleased with him, and allowed her to express her doubts and heavily chose his next words making sure no one was paying attention to their little conversation.]
Who knows, maybe I am that hungry. [His blood thirst still had to hit those levels of desperation, asking a devil for a snack was probably a terrible, terrible decision. Fortuantely enough, he asked for much more so Raphael literally had a massive positon of advantage over him.] You got me, Darling, I promised Gale's soul in exchange for something that will stop Karlach from snoring. Don't worry, no one of you will deal with a single issue. It's between me, Raphael... and obviously Gale.
[A small reassurance that he wasn't going to drag down anyone else, making sure he didn't share anything too personal. Her next words managed to grind his patience and self control more than expected, though, and Astarion found himself crossing his arms in closure as his lips turned into a thin line. When he spoke again it was nothing more than a whisper, but it broke any mask for a moment just letting all his tension flow outside.]
And we should keep it that way. I will definitely keep working on my secret little evil plan of, oh let me check my notes, trying to survive once I am back to the big city under the shadows of someone who considered flaying me the most amusing thing to do when he had no one else to kill or torture.
[His anger? Mostly derivated from fear. Astarion had no reason to be upset with her and her questions were more than valid, there was no point in snapping at her, but- he was afraid. Nepione's attention was shifting over other problems, he lost his chances with Lae'Zel, Gale was everything but his type in every possible sense, Wyll was too heroic and- and everyone had their problems. It was hard to admit it, even with himself, but the he was almost fully expecting to march against Cazador on his own.]
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Date: 2023-12-13 08:38 pm (UTC)He gave her time to process her feelings, aware that the cleric wasn't pleased with him, and allowed her to express her doubts and heavily chose his next words making sure no one was paying attention to their little conversation.]
Who knows, maybe I am that hungry. [His blood thirst still had to hit those levels of desperation, asking a devil for a snack was probably a terrible, terrible decision. Fortuantely enough, he asked for much more so Raphael literally had a massive positon of advantage over him.] You got me, Darling, I promised Gale's soul in exchange for something that will stop Karlach from snoring. Don't worry, no one of you will deal with a single issue. It's between me, Raphael... and obviously Gale.
[A small reassurance that he wasn't going to drag down anyone else, making sure he didn't share anything too personal. Her next words managed to grind his patience and self control more than expected, though, and Astarion found himself crossing his arms in closure as his lips turned into a thin line. When he spoke again it was nothing more than a whisper, but it broke any mask for a moment just letting all his tension flow outside.]
And we should keep it that way. I will definitely keep working on my secret little evil plan of, oh let me check my notes, trying to survive once I am back to the big city under the shadows of someone who considered flaying me the most amusing thing to do when he had no one else to kill or torture.
[His anger? Mostly derivated from fear. Astarion had no reason to be upset with her and her questions were more than valid, there was no point in snapping at her, but- he was afraid. Nepione's attention was shifting over other problems, he lost his chances with Lae'Zel, Gale was everything but his type in every possible sense, Wyll was too heroic and- and everyone had their problems. It was hard to admit it, even with himself, but the he was almost fully expecting to march against Cazador on his own.]