#askastarion

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❝It’s always a pleasure to see you sauntering over. ❞

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Standalone version to this beautiful exchange with @askastarion

Don't know how this letter will get to you from Avernus, but I'll try. How's it going up there? Underdark treating you well? Wyll and I are this close to fixing my heart, maybe I can pay you a visit soon! Sorry to make this so brief, but it's hard to catch a real break around here. See ya, Fangs.

Karlach

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“Gods, what a pleasant surprise! If it isn't our fiery little friend. It's been quite some time, hasn't it? I do hope Avernus hasn’t been treating you all too poorly, though I presume you and Wyll have been raising hell since the moment you darlings landed on that wretched plane.

As for how the Underdark has been treating me- well, it's certainly different than the tacky decor of Cazador’s bloody mess of a palace. I would much rather explore the very depths of this darkened abyss than remain in that disgusting shithole. I even managed to learn a thing or two down here! Who knew you could use mushrooms of all things as effective weapons? It's rather amusing, isn't it?

Oh but truly, do not allow a single soul to stand in your way, my dearest. If you made it past all that Absolute nonsense then I’m certain you’d make it through this. You are but the brilliant flame blazing through Avernus, give it all that you have!

Come see me soon, darling. “

Sincerely, Astarion.

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It is after a fight with gnolls and everyone was taking care of their own wounds except for her, she was sitting far away from camp observing the scars on her arms but not tending to them. She was just watching the blood paint the grass with an expressionless face.

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He found you enigmatic, a mystery he couldn't quite piece together. You hardly spoke even when he made the effort to initiate the conversations, you kept things as vague as you possibly could which truly bothered him. Nevertheless, your mystifying presence is what slowly drew him into you, he had grown fixed on unpacking each and every one of your secrets in hopes of uncovering the person hiding behind the obscurity.

He had presumed that perhaps after a night of intimacy, you would finally begin to open up and reveal what lurked between the cracks, though he was mistaken. Even then, you remained as distant as ever, a quiet warrior of which everyone in the party knew very little about. At this point, the mystery that came with you was finally getting to him.

He wouldn't ever admit just how curious he had started to become, but you could catch him and his little glimpses as he observed from afar. It was after the rather gruesome battle that you and your companions encountered when he decided to confront you yet again; his own interest piqued as soon as he realized you weren't even healing yourself. The first thing he did was scoff in disbelief, there was no way you didn't know how to tend to your own wounds… or perhaps it was something else entirely. You were always a rather peculiar one anyway.

You had practically memorized the sound of his footsteps as he sauntered over to you with that familiar little smirk of his, hands on his hips as if he was mere seconds away from delivering yet another snarky comment. It was relatively surprising just how much you tolerated his sass, it amused him nonetheless.

“My, bloodthirsty friend, what exactly are you doing sulking around all dirtied and bruised? You poor thing, you do realize there are enough healing potions to go around? Gods, it's as if you want to be a meat shield, come here, darling, let me fix you up.”

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Request for some1 to send me angst to write about my favorite grinch🫶🫶

Max yelps as the dagger meets its mark in the tree with a sound thok. It was centimeters away from his foot! The faeling blinks down at Astarion, his own eyes glowing in the dark.

"Watching!" The faeling acts as if he'd been the one who was disturbed by Astarion instead of the other way 'round. He pouts as he folds his arms over his chest, his tail flicking to and fro. "I'm bored. Gale tried to teach me about letters. So I ran up this tree," He explains with great dismay. Max had woken up from the nautiloid with not a single memory in his head but his name. He'd kept some basics: how to take care of himself, and how to speak. Others had been flushed away into the void of his mind, like how to read and write. Despite the crystal clear signs of brain damage, Max seems otherwise intact.

As the vampire bade him to come down, he huffs again, the fur on the back of his neck standing up in his displeasure. "Mm. No," He says curtly. He'd never admit that he loved to tease the vampire. And moreover, being cross gave him something to do. "You almost hit me with your knife. You could've hurt my tail."

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“My apologies, darling, but perhaps if a certain someone hadn’t been watching me, my pretty little dagger wouldn't have been sent your way.”

He let out a quiet huff after he had blurted out that snarky little comment of his, he was admittedly ruffled himself after nearly hitting his new-found travel companion with his sharpened blade. Regardless, he wasn't all too upset about such a peculiar event, if anything, he immediately brushed it off with that same sharpened smile that slowly began to form across his pale face.

“What matters most is that I didn’t hit your precious little tail, and in turn, I presume you wouldn't dare to lay a finger on me less you truly wish to lose something, my dear.”

His tone carried an air of unrivaled sass that nearly combatted the way the other would tease him, he was all too familiar with this game and he could go for as long as the faeling could last — or at least until his blood cravings began to spiral, he still hadn't found a single thing to snack on and it was a tad bit disappointing.

“Just how long do you plan on staying up there, Max? Surely, Gale’s alphabet hasn’t frightened you that severely.”

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PART 1 - 'Prey meets Predator' (continuation)

A name, they think, internally.

It's the first time in their life anyone as asked them if they have name and also why they were in the camp.

"I don't have a name and I just deliver the camp goods and spruce up chests as you can see. Your's was starting to fall apart, so it needed spruced up." they reply, not really fazed by the dagger to their neck even as bead of blood trickles down the hollow of it.

Summoning the Weave, they do a quick teleportion spell to the cliff-ledge leaving Astarion down below that for moment wonder should turn and look back.

There was temptation in them to rile the predator down below to find out when a sudden shift in air indicates 'Misty step' that flick their eyes upwards.

"Fine.....let's play." they state, wildshaping into a doe and bounding off deeper into the forest knowing that predator is now beginning to follow.

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The events that had transpired had only further confused the vampiric spawn, what he had presumed to be a potential fight suddenly became some sort of outlandish chase. He was stunned for a moment, unable to fully process the very thing that happened before his eyes. One moment he had you cornered and the next you were bolting away from him as a doe. A druid perhaps. A strange one but you were definitely some sort of shapeshifter. He pondered for a moment if chasing after this mysterious individual would be the best course of action but before he knew it, his feet were already sprinting towards his target.

“Get back here damn it! Where are you bloody going?!”

His voice echoed out throughout the darkened forest as a call to the little doe being perused, the frustration in his voice evident as he continued on with the chase.

“Would you quit running! This is getting bothersome, darling.”

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It’s been mere hours since the nautiloid crash. The smell of acrid rot festers in the air around the ship of machine and flesh. Yet, there is hope- the survivors have found each other amidst the storm of goblins and nearby tomb raiders. The camp they’ve built is like their own little pocket universe of peace. Well- if you ignore the eerily silent skeleton staring at the river like it owed him coin.

Of all of Astarion’s new companions, Max is the strangest. Though, it is difficult to find an adjective to really describe his appearance. He’s a trans man, though gender is pretty fluid for faelings- a term coined by ages past to stand in for the lack of, or in Max’s case, abundance of species his kind can be at once. For the most part he’s a humanoid, with fair elven looks. But his doe brown eyes reflect light like an animal’s. His teeth are just too sharp to be normal, giving him a cute little pout of an overbite not dissimilar to Astarion himself. Moreover, his hands are clawed, his tail bearing the same color as his short black curls that extend down the back of his neck in a little fluffy mane that follows his spine. He’s only 5’4”, making it easy to climb up in a tree and go unnoticed to participate in his favorite activity: people watching.

And currently, his cat-like eyes are following Astarion.

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Astarion was once again on the hunt for prey. Prey in which he hoped to satiate his own ever-nagging blood thirst. Thankfully, the forest was brimming with all forms of life forms he could so greedily snack upon, centuries of being locked away eating nothing but rotting rats had caused him to grow ravenous in regards to the amount and kind of meals he could sink his teeth into. He was a predator of the night, his ever-so-vigilant eyes observing for any small movement in the darkened forest, it was almost eerie to be hunting in the dead of the night but not for this particular vampire.

It was the subtle rustle of leaves that suddenly alerted him, his head turning back to see just what was making that very noise. An animal no doubt, at least that's what he thought, an animal he could so easily catch with his own bare hands. As long as he didn’t have to ruin a nail. He moved closer towards the source of the sound and yet he found nothing, he couldn't even hear the gentle rustle of leaves the unknown creature was making beforehand. Yet still, be knew there was something in the forest with him, and he was going to find out exactly what the something is.

It was the slightest sound of a branch cracking which caused him to immediately throw his dagger upwards toward a nearby tree. He had found exactly where the sound was coming from and he’d be damned if he didn't get to eat something tonight. However, he was stunned speechless for a moment upon realizing the creature he was attempting to hunt, his eyes widening upon seeing a familiar frame stalking in the shadows.

“Max!”

He yelled out, practically scaring off whatever forest critter that could have been lurking around at this hour of the night.

“Bloody hells, what are you doing up there? Actually- how did you get up there? Gods, I nearly killed you, get down from there will you, darling.”

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((Glad you find it cool btw <3 no worries if you’re rusty as well!! Just have fun!!))

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