#avernusfuries

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

Quite the predicament for Karlach. It's been nothing but bad news after bad news for the poor woman. And in truth, the whole ending of the world doesn't really make things any bit easier.

She deserved better. By a long shot.

"..."

"No, I am not a snake. My snake is a snake, named Snake. I am a Crow."

And a cat, in personality. But who was keeping track?

Hancock shot upright at the sound of a crash. A commotion was coming from outside the Statehouse-- a slam, a pepper of gunfire, a barked order.

The ghoul was deeply, royally hungover.

He'd indulged last night (or was it this morning?). He'd indulged quite a lot lately, but shit had been going almost well for him with his new bodyguard and girlfriend-- almost. Politics had him on the edge of a pin, between Marowski and Bobbi and Finn.

But there was Karlach, and Karlach was feeling good since Valentine had taken a look at her mechanical parts and worked his robot magic. Hancock had reason to celebrate: they could kiss, his girl was healthier, and politics be damned when he was falling in love--

Another crash.

Hancock bolted to his feet and nearly fell over with the sudden shift in momentum. He swallowed the well of vodka-flavored vomit that threatened to spill, grabbed his shotgun against the wall, and threw open the doors to the balcony. From there he could see what was happening, but somehow Hancock's intuition already told him a bit of what was happening.

"I could’ve handled it, you know?" Whatever that brute was after with the pale elf, he didn’t seem too pleased about Karlach sticking her oar in. "The man’s all but left with a broken nose and a few cracked ribs, but I had the situation well in hand."

Annoyance struck an odd chord within the vampire, but Karlach's sort wasn't the type to sit idle, twiddle her thumbs and wait for disaster to draw near. She was the kind who yanked it out by the root and flipped the page as fast as it turned.

By keeping her around, especially under the pretense of friendship —though friends didn’t normally flirt with such alarming regularity— Astarion truly should have known better.

Pausing his scrolling through either Grindr or OnlyFangs, the vampire cast a sideways glance at the tiefling from his perch on the couch. "All I'm saying is that you didn't have to intervene." Displeasure, discomfort or... was that a distant hint of begrudging admiration in his voice?

" so... does it hurt? " it isn't the most polite question he could pose to his new companion, but there is earnest curiosity in his voice. it had long been on the tip of his tongue to ask - but other, more pressing concerns had inevitably taken up their attention... now, though, there is a quiet moment. a night by the fire, the passengers in their skulls quiet. for now. and his interest can no longer be held at bay. a heart built in the depths of the hells? now that is something he can say for certain he has never seen before... a glint of amusement shines in his eye. " because... well, it certainly seems like it would... "