[She didn't know what he was or what part he played in the whole thing, but it certainly sounded larger than just him. Especially when he admitted that he was the favourite. Nothing about that sounded like a positive thing. No wonder Cazador had been so intent to chase him down. She thought back to the Gur that they had encountered in the swamp of the hag's cosy abode. That had only been one man. If Cazador wanted Astarion back so intensely, and of course he did, then it would mean they would only face more.
Astarion had ever reason to experience fear.
At least she could say, despite all of the bigoted treatment thrown in her direction, at least she wasn't being hunted down. At least, not to her knowledge. And if she ever was, she would have preferred to be left in the dark over it. Living every day, never certain if she was safe at night, that wasn't living at all. Astarion, despite not being under the clutches of the vampire who'd turned him, was no more free with her than he had been when he was tortured and tormented.
She shook her head slowly as he pulled his shirt back on, thinking to Raphael yet again. Yes. He'd probably know. Tiefling blood wasn't so far removed from that of devils, which was likely in part why her people faced the prejudices that they had. Raphael was simply... more like a more complete version of herself. A better one, he probably would have argued.]
When he next shows, I want you to let me speak with him. I can't just let you hand yourself over and I'm not willing to let that happen, regardless of how displeased you might be to hear me say as much. That isn't a request.
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Astarion had ever reason to experience fear.
At least she could say, despite all of the bigoted treatment thrown in her direction, at least she wasn't being hunted down. At least, not to her knowledge. And if she ever was, she would have preferred to be left in the dark over it. Living every day, never certain if she was safe at night, that wasn't living at all. Astarion, despite not being under the clutches of the vampire who'd turned him, was no more free with her than he had been when he was tortured and tormented.
She shook her head slowly as he pulled his shirt back on, thinking to Raphael yet again. Yes. He'd probably know. Tiefling blood wasn't so far removed from that of devils, which was likely in part why her people faced the prejudices that they had. Raphael was simply... more like a more complete version of herself. A better one, he probably would have argued.]
When he next shows, I want you to let me speak with him. I can't just let you hand yourself over and I'm not willing to let that happen, regardless of how displeased you might be to hear me say as much. That isn't a request.