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I imagine this song would fit with any vampire, but whenever I hear it, I will always think of Astarion basking in the morning sun. He was probably wondering how long the blessing would last, and what it might cost him.

I worked on my room today, and while it isn't done, I already feel leagues better. I'm also getting a new bookshelf to remove some of the clutter on my desk. New year, new attempts to do a little better than the last.

Pints. Even before Astarion died, he'd never be caught dead with such things. It was simply far too garish for a full-blooded Ancunín, and at the time, everyone in the city knew it too. Besides, vampires needed far more than a bloody pint to sustain themselves. Even the tiniest gnomes carried more than a pint in them; for all the wine glasses in Cazador's cabinets, a pint was little more than an appetizer. A snack.

But Astarion figured he'd get about that much from her, give or take a few drops. It was hard to say, really. He'd never nibbled children before and wasn't confident exactly how much they could go for. He wasn't even certain what they actually tasted like. Would it be any different than Halsin? The older the vintage, the finer the wine? Cazador hadn't thought so. Had thought quite the opposite, in fact.

'Pint' blinked out at him with her stark white sclera. The twinkling of a dawning star, whispering that the sun was soon to come for him.

Mentally, I've been better. But that's okay. I got through it a thousand times before, and this will be a thousand and one. Speaking of, I know life sucks right now for so many of you out there. We all saw what happened. Please don't do anything drastic. Listen to some white noise, play Stardew Valley, and take a deep breath. At least, that's what I'm gonna do. That, and write fanfic. The perfect coping mechanism. (I tried drinking on election night. Oof. Don't do that.)