@weavecursed : it was something he'd been planning for some time, trying to find the right moment during the hecticness of their adventures. it seems like now was finally the time, they were some of the few who stayed back, their assistance not needed as tav took some of their fellow companions with them. he'd told astarion to place his hands over his eyes, usually you weren't able to cast a spell like this on someone other than yourself but with some tweaking, he's made it possible — or so he hopes. with quick motions of his hands and words falling effortlessly from his lips, he smiles as he sees it's worked.
"you can look now.. i think you'll find this most interesting." a smile graces his lips, before astarion was a mirrored image of himself, one that would follow his exact movements for a period of time. with his more honed skills, he's managed to make the illusion last longer than just a minute, figuring that astarion might need it. "i hope this is better than me explaining what you look like."
staying at camp wasn't his favourite thing to do, the itch to explore and travel with his newfound freedom never quite scratched. there was so much more he could do now, so much he'd never seen or done, and only so long to do it all in. the sands of time trickled through their fingers, and it was only a matter of time before it ran out. fortunately, company of the camp often kept him distracted from his thoughts. today, it was gale's turn.
the instruction to cover his eyes confused him, however he complied, closing his eyes even if he didn't physically cover them. impatiently, he waits for whatever gale has up his sleeve, almost expecting something stupid like the collar again. when he finally tells him to open his eyes again, he's startled by the sight of someone stood in front of him, though he's quick to admire them. ❝ my, what a hands-- ❞ voice trails off as his words echo, blinking as eyes lift back to their face again, gale's explanation meeting ears as he did. wait, that was him?
gods, was that really what he looked like? tentatively, he stepped a little closer, leaning in, not quite expecting the illusion to copy him. it takes him a few moments to adjust to the strange mirroring of this illusion, before he takes in the details of his face. the piercing red eyes that everyone loves to point out, the curls of white hair and pale skin, the fangs that glint past ruby lips... a hand lifts to the bitemarks on his neck, brows furrowing.
he supposed, looking at himself now, lying about being a vampire or people not realising he is a vampire is strange. ❝ well i can certainly see why you fell for me. i am a rather handsome devil, aren't i? ❞ smirk adorns lips as he glances back at gale, pushing aside any insecurities he'd uncovered about himself with this observation.
