scawwy: pc: astarion

[trashprince]

[ what would sucking the blood of a starbomb taste like? i'll get a meme someday ]

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week0 monday;

[trashprince]

[ places them both in the house which is the perfect time for caelus to announce something astarion may have already gleaned ]

There's a bathroom!

[haematocritical]

[ a whole bathroom! ]

Let me guess. In the haunted house.

[trashprince]

[ ding ding ding ]

If you're scared, I can go with you and guard the door.

[haematocritical]

I'm not scared about wandering through a haunted house.

[ ...... ]

How come some people are in houses and some of us got stuck in a bloody mortuary or theatre??

w1, monday

[haematocritical]

[ oh lord it's affection week. anyway.

rng says the clothing store, so caelus gets to find astarion just standing here surrounded by clothes like "wow." ]

At least we don't have to worry about our clothes being fresh, even if everything else is entirely up to chance. [ lovely. ]

[trashprince]

[ sorry the guy you were gonna steal the loft from died before you could, astarion. very sad. there was a singular moment where i, sae, wondered if astarion murdered him for his sleeping space.

caelus has full hands, his bat in one, a bucket in the other. ]

Are you going to dress up?

[ bucket lifted ]

Want a candy?

[haematocritical]

[ he never got to break into the loft. so rude. yuul did this.

imagine if he had, lmao. ]

In one of the costumes? No. But I am going to carry as much of this back as I can.

[ CLOTHING. ]

... Oh, you got some as well then?

[trashprince]

[ the plot to claim a new wardrobe doesn't surprise him in the least bit. caelus supports seeking one's joy in any form. go free. wear multiple shirts.

unless directed to, caelus probably won't. ]

I also got a carton of eggs. What a consolation prize.

[ for letting his castmates die during tutorial. keep your karlach and your gale close, astarion ]

w2, wednesday pre mini event

[haematocritical]

[ rushes because i want to get this out aaaa i'm sorry for the wait.

just immediately, get memshare'd caelus. ]

[trashprince]

[ despite the horror insistent in every moment, caelus doesn't leave astarion's memory feeling fear. he carries a shared emptiness at the end, tangling himself in astarion's rage, his awful moment of temptation. seven thousand lives. he's was nearly willing to reduce them to a stepping stone until his companions dragged him from that teetering edge.

because he's been in pain, hasn't he? unbearable suffering. those scars didn't come from an accident, they were deliberate. this cazador, he deserved to die for what he did and what he would have done.

caelus pauses at the how of his death. violence. agony.

was that actually good for astarion? it doesn't feel like that, at the end.

silence for a while. astarion will know what caelus witnessed, that's how these things work. so, caelus gives himself some time before he lifts his gaze to meet the other man's. ]

Astarion... do you want a hug?

[ unsaid, but the sense he'd listen if astarion instead wanted him to go the fuck away. ]

[haematocritical]

[ caelus is out here being the sweetest bean and all astarion can really do is fully wrinkle his nose like the idea makes him want to leap clean out of his own skin. ]

I would really rather not, if you don't mind.

[ don't touch him. ]

[trashprince]

I won't.

[ quick. he even takes a step back, even, providing ample space to prove his sincerity. ]

... It's amazing. You stopped yourself from doing something truly awful.

[ what astarion did instead wasn't good, perhaps, but it wasn't mass murder. ]

I've never met a vampire. That's cool, too.

[ babe he's trying to make this okay wilt thou allowest ]

w3, monday

[haematocritical]

[ the academy!! read them a book.

well, he's a bit too focused on this cracked gemstone egg instead, leaning over to squint at the shadow inside of it. ]

Ugh. I prefer when these things are opaque, thank you very much.

[trashprince]

[ sliding up behind him...

very quiet. sneaky. like a raccoon in the terrible dark, appearing behind the dumpster its chosen for the night. ]

What do you think it is?

[haematocritical]

[ the sneakiest of raccoons. the smell... he can sense it.

or rather he doesn't jump out of his skin, he's at least aware there's someone there even if he's not aware who. ]

A dragon, perhaps? It seems fitting.

[trashprince]

[ almost like astarion's a rogue or something. ]

Like... Iwatooshi's affinity?

w3, saturday

[haematocritical]

[ :screamge: ]

So. How compos mentis are we feeling, hm?

[trashprince]

[ sitting on the ground, back (and thus his glorious tails) toward anyone approaching. ]

What does that mean?

[haematocritical]

[ (ratio voice) (no) ]

Are you more Caelus or not, right now?

w5, saturday

[haematocritical]

[ i won't be replying until later so we can do nebulous pre or post trial and add in details as we learn them i guess?


anyway hello. he's dead now. ]

[trashprince]

[ WELL IT WAS FUCKING ROBIN....... and she got caught for it. weird feeling of responsibility?? would have looked for astarion on purpose after that. also to just--he's not sure. offer a general sense of support. ]

He backed off before it got bad this time.

[ like by complimenting wizard. maybe they're in the apartment complex?? ]

[haematocritical]

[ HEE HEE it sure was. ]

They were running so low on time he had to be direct, but-- he's sharp enough to know when to back off, yes. In this situation at least.

week 6, sunday

[trashprince]

[ CUTE LIKE A PUPPY, HUH? well. that's not wrong. because he does have that dog in him when he's looking for astarion after all the new dead are welcomed and settled. ]

Hey. Long weekend, huh?

[ would astarion like a corndog? caelus has two. on sticks. ]

[haematocritical]

[ he and rondo are two puppies left outside in the cold that got picked up and wrapped in blankets.

I GUESS HE WILL HVE A CORNDOG? he has no idea what this is. ]

Now that is an understatement.

[trashprince]

[ THAT IS TRUE OF RONDO but caelus is a feral raccoon that at most masquerades as a house pet.

oh nice he took the dog! caelus was 50/50 on whether astarion would accept such a thoughtful gesture. ]

Well, it could be our last one, so I don't want to rag on it too much.

[ nibbles on his corndog ]