[Hell. Turning was hell. It wasn't a smooth process where one would fall asleep and wake up reborn, no, it was a slow process of dying in pain while the body cracked and hurt and warped with no chances of fighting it. And that was not even the worst part of it, that was the beginning. What did it set him off? Fear. For the rest of them there still was a tower to deal with before considering to move toward Baldur's Gate, a curse to break, souls to save and if what he heard was correct people to free from the tower. From his point of you there was only that between and going back where his master could find him again.
He was going to be within reach so soon and he was not marching back with an army at his heels, all he had was a bunch of grateful tieflings, a single druid from the groove that MAYBE wasn't going to turn against the unnatural undead of the group. He lacked... resources, everything, and Raphael only dug deeper into his insecurities. He laughed about his situation, told him that he was fucked anyway, taunted him taking advantage of the fact they were away from anyone else... and all Astarion could do was reaching for the Devil's hand and shake it in the end. It was scary, humiliating, it was everything- and he had nothing else.
And she was going to die, one way or another. Once again he pushed back any thought that brought him back to a certain victim he took in at some point, processing his thoughts fast enough not to be hit by them and locking them away without acknowledging them. He didn't know to know he was rememebring a certain someone who died long ago, he didn't want to know what he implied considering it was her company that brought back that bittersweet sensation and the only way he could survive this was completely. ignoring. everything.
He still kept his hands between hers, unable to let go.]
Yes, that.
[Her next words shook him to the core. He gasped, realizing she could... read them? Of coure, tieflings knew infernal, but that was supposed to be some kind of incredibly old infernal and tieflings didn't live much longer than humans, who even knew how the language changed since then? Oh, but then again devils of all kinds were using it so perhaps- his movement was almost abrupt as he pushed back, his hands almost immediately went to the leather straps and belts keeping his armor together. Not once in two hundred years he managed to undress as fast as he did in that moment, but it was a matter of seconds before his dark leather armor was on the floor, almost immediately followed by his eccentric white and patched shirt and an undershirt that he wore to insulate himself from the outside world a bit more and keep the heat in whenever he was lucky to absorb enough heat from the outside.
No scenes, no big acts, he just turned to offer her full view of his back and tried to reach it with the tip of his fingers, barely managing to touch some points of it.]
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Date: 2023-12-14 04:29 pm (UTC)He was going to be within reach so soon and he was not marching back with an army at his heels, all he had was a bunch of grateful tieflings, a single druid from the groove that MAYBE wasn't going to turn against the unnatural undead of the group. He lacked... resources, everything, and Raphael only dug deeper into his insecurities. He laughed about his situation, told him that he was fucked anyway, taunted him taking advantage of the fact they were away from anyone else... and all Astarion could do was reaching for the Devil's hand and shake it in the end. It was scary, humiliating, it was everything- and he had nothing else.
And she was going to die, one way or another. Once again he pushed back any thought that brought him back to a certain victim he took in at some point, processing his thoughts fast enough not to be hit by them and locking them away without acknowledging them. He didn't know to know he was rememebring a certain someone who died long ago, he didn't want to know what he implied considering it was her company that brought back that bittersweet sensation and the only way he could survive this was completely. ignoring. everything.
He still kept his hands between hers, unable to let go.]
Yes, that.
[Her next words shook him to the core. He gasped, realizing she could... read them? Of coure, tieflings knew infernal, but that was supposed to be some kind of incredibly old infernal and tieflings didn't live much longer than humans, who even knew how the language changed since then? Oh, but then again devils of all kinds were using it so perhaps- his movement was almost abrupt as he pushed back, his hands almost immediately went to the leather straps and belts keeping his armor together. Not once in two hundred years he managed to undress as fast as he did in that moment, but it was a matter of seconds before his dark leather armor was on the floor, almost immediately followed by his eccentric white and patched shirt and an undershirt that he wore to insulate himself from the outside world a bit more and keep the heat in whenever he was lucky to absorb enough heat from the outside.
No scenes, no big acts, he just turned to offer her full view of his back and tried to reach it with the tip of his fingers, barely managing to touch some points of it.]
What. What does it say, then?