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"What thing?" It comes out quick, almost defensive, as eyebrows raise and slitted cat-eyes narrow at his bard companion. Not only is he doing a thing, apparently he's doing it again. As in more than once.

Just what is Jaskier going on about? What is it that he's doing that he's apparently not aware of? Lips turn downward in a scowl as he stares at Jaskier, trying to figure it out. Whatever it is, he wonders if it's even worth figuring out.

For all he knows, Jaskier could be messing with him for no other reason than boredom. After all, Jask doesn't do well with boredom. It's pretty clear by now that Jaskier is used to having some sort of entertainment, which isn't easy to get out here in the wilds.

After a moment, the Witcher decides it doesn't matter.

The Driver turned his head toward Matt, humming lightly, then glanced down. "None of your business." He mumbled quietly, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets.

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ — for Astarion from Karlach :) an assrt. of dialogue prompts: accepting!

Crimson orbs peered upwards under the saturation of the moon; the streets behind him were bustling as they normally were, the Elfsong just a shot away from where he’d opted to spend the rest of his evening. In peace, away from the madness of the interior of the tavern– given the option to no longer fester within such a raucous building, he took his interim freedom in stride, proudly, at that. 

Though, within the city, perhaps it wasn’t the smartest idea. 

He knew who lingered, prowled, who had likely been searching for him the moment he’d been noted as missing for far too long. It was a dwelling that ate at him more than he’d ever been able to feast since stepping into the sunlight; consuming, threatening in a way that made personal freedom sound like a conceptual joke, even now. How tedious the strings were, even when he’d no longer been directly attached– not in the way that he’d used to. The shadows were a lifeform that whispered taunts and distilling tyranny even when they’d been bared back to their most narrow corners.

It was, in short, exhausting. Soaking up the solace that he could find had become something of a priority in the past months.

There was no chance in missing the burly, fiery approach in his direction; he’d abhorred the stretch of her smile when they’d first met. How lively she’d been, despite all she’d been through– envious, was the word he’d eventually conceded on. Astarion was envious that she’d been able to feel anything other than grief, vindication, retribution. Now, it’d been something that he’d slowly come to admire, albeit quietly. 

“Worried about me? That’s sweet of you, darling.” Astarion shifted from where he’d settled himself atop one of the benches, hugging the corner of the road for the inevitable drunk to find a home on for the evening, “Or is that your way of saying you’ve come to keep me company? Didn’t place my bets on you being the first one to walk away from such a wealth of alcohol.” 

assignment of celestial identity.

black hole

you are powerful. black holes have a gravitational pull so strong that nothing can escape from it. not even light. you are set in your convictions and once you put your mind to something it’s already accomplished. people are drawn to you because of your intriguing depth, self-assurance, and commanding aura. people mistakenly think that a black hole is nothing but empty space when, in reality, it's the complete opposite: a lot of dense matter all packed into a very condensed space. you have so many thoughts, ideas, and feelings buzzing around, it's a wonder your body can contain it all. it must get tiring. don’t be afraid to unburden yourself. you deserve to experience lightness and peace just as much as the rest of us. you are strong and determined. you don’t mind waiting for the right opportunity to come along and when it does, you pounce. you take comfort in inevitability. you’re devoted to the things you care about and have a tendency to be opinionated and selective. you sometimes secretly worry you come off too strong and wish you were more approachable. you may feel as if you don’t have many people you feel especially close or connected with but still hold tight to those precious few. you also have a sense of something missing—a void you keep trying to fill that no matter how much you consume never feels enough. you have desires still longing to be fulfilled. you want to feel whole. full. don't give up and don’t stop searching. what you need is out there waiting for you to find it. ultimately, you are like a dark room, filled with endless and infinite possibilities. you are an immovable object. the last one standing. you are what is left even after everything else has disappeared. you are primordial and powerful and, most importantly, never alone.

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which subtle way of saying "i love you" are you?

"you're the exception"

your emotional walls have walls. seriously, you've guarded yourself so well, you sometimes forget how to look over your own walls and see the beauty of the world outside the safety of the protection you've set up. you forget how to escape the confines you built for yourself, that is, but some people (some incredibly rare people) somehow know their way through that intricate maze of walls and thorns around you. they're the exception, and terrifying as it might be at first, you'll let them know eventually. you smile at them where you'd scowl at another. you crack a joke where you'd usually stay quiet. you find yourself opening up more than you'd ever imagined. don't tear your fortress down if you don't want to, but maybe try to build your loved ones a little home inside it instead. you don't have to be alone. you deserve better than being alone in there.