[fortunately enough he didn't stood around to see any of that stupid courtship between the druis and the cleric, he didn't need to be in the middle of any group dealing with the silly little wee feelings and drama of romance. No. He was above those pathetic things, he never had feelings of that kind and by the gods he wanted to stay away from anyone foolish enough not to think love was a lie. He did, hoewever, hear Karlach and Wyll go 'So Nepi and Halsin, huh?' and that had been enough to know how those conversations went.
His dislike toward the druid had nothing to do with that, of course, nor to the fact he apparently contribuited to get Nepione to spend late night time with him. No, it was more... intimate. Which he immediately made sure to let Nepione know as soon as she asked, screw the privacy of the tent. He raised one hand to his chest, then vaguely gestured toward Halsin's tent, repeating the gesture a couple of times to truly make his point clear.]
Vampire. Druid. Vampire. Druid. I know how they feel about people like me, darling, and I know very well that he has a basically limitless supply of wood at his disposal. I know he has done nothing to wrong me yet, but I'd still not find myself on the pointy end of a stake.
I am. Being. Cautious. He better know I'm keeping an eye on him.
[It was only a matter of survival. He knew his kind. All those sweet and lovely words and then they'd decide you're not making Silvanus happy and turn against you. Someone was going to have a much harder time to justify his attitude in a matter of weeks, when Jaheira was going to join their ranks- he was going to actually like that woman and even the druid excuse as a whole was going to have its flaws- but that was a problem for Future Astarion to deal with.
For now he had a journal to work with and a dress that had to be eventually put on.]
To your tent. Or mine. I mean private private. It's one of those things that I don't- [He turned to look at Gale, specifically, raising his voice for the last bit. The wizard's attention was on them, possibly just out of curiosity, and he took it as a chance to make sure the wizard knew Halsin wasn't the only man Astarion was watching his back from.] Want everyone to know about.
Do this for me and I promise I will try to play a bit nicer, at least tomorrow.
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His dislike toward the druid had nothing to do with that, of course, nor to the fact he apparently contribuited to get Nepione to spend late night time with him. No, it was more... intimate. Which he immediately made sure to let Nepione know as soon as she asked, screw the privacy of the tent. He raised one hand to his chest, then vaguely gestured toward Halsin's tent, repeating the gesture a couple of times to truly make his point clear.]
Vampire. Druid. Vampire. Druid. I know how they feel about people like me, darling, and I know very well that he has a basically limitless supply of wood at his disposal. I know he has done nothing to wrong me yet, but I'd still not find myself on the pointy end of a stake.
I am. Being. Cautious. He better know I'm keeping an eye on him.
[It was only a matter of survival. He knew his kind. All those sweet and lovely words and then they'd decide you're not making Silvanus happy and turn against you. Someone was going to have a much harder time to justify his attitude in a matter of weeks, when Jaheira was going to join their ranks- he was going to actually like that woman and even the druid excuse as a whole was going to have its flaws- but that was a problem for Future Astarion to deal with.
For now he had a journal to work with and a dress that had to be eventually put on.]
To your tent. Or mine. I mean private private. It's one of those things that I don't- [He turned to look at Gale, specifically, raising his voice for the last bit. The wizard's attention was on them, possibly just out of curiosity, and he took it as a chance to make sure the wizard knew Halsin wasn't the only man Astarion was watching his back from.] Want everyone to know about.
Do this for me and I promise I will try to play a bit nicer, at least tomorrow.