#astralrogue

you think that’s a buzzkill, ceres?   “... my ex blocked me on insta.”  this happens like every other week. his tear-streaked face crashes against her shoulder. he’s about to throw his phone out the window. someone should roll the damn thing up.

GAME CHANGER GUYS-

"A strange little fellow. I can't quite put my finger on her yet, but for now she's fine to have around."

"So who's getting tied up?"

" IT did smell rather strange the first time he bled in front of me, but the smell wasn't nearly as bad as the taste. Who knew corrupted magic would taste so awful? "

the question elicits a wry smile;  he gets it often.   “ages upon ages of practice, my friend.”   harsh feedback from siblings, too, but he omits that.  his old master placed strong emphasis on appearance and oft the sloppiness of one meant repercussions for the lot. they had to look good.  the other’s focus on him, astarion runs a lightly demonstrative hand through his hair, tucking away the ever-unruly forehead strand.  it drifts right back into its favoured position after mere seconds.   “... heh!”

—now that’s bold! he does not know if he is more terrified or impressed with the face that was capable of making such an offer without losing even an ounce of its composure. being locked in another’s arms for more than eight seconds would be enough to make him want to exit his own skin, but eight solid hours?  hardly a fair trade ...  besides, he’s entirely self-sufficient.   “i’ve had something to nibble on already.”   he crosses his arms, posture straight and chin up, proud little quirk to his mouth.   “but, if you need something to cuddle no matter what, see if karlach has an extra teddy bear for you to squeeze all the night～”

"A fellow arrogant prick, I see. We may get along or wish to get at each other's throat in our sleep; time will tell, I guess."