[Needless to say, it has been turbulent for his partner in crime. Astarion made a personal oath to be on Tav's side. Because, well, Astarion understood. To be fated to be control, and used as a weapon of pain. While being harmed in indescribable ways.
This was the scene of a hurt soul. One he could feel through the tadpole communication they used earlier. Hence Astarion's quick descent from he usual hunt for something to feed himself. One bloodied badger wasn't going to be enough to sustain him for the road ahead, but it was going to have to do. Their allies seemed to be on their own trails of thought, which mattered little to the pale elf.
He was dressed casually for comfort, his usually painstakingly cared for ruffled shirt only slightly covered in badger blood. But he wasn't sure how much a fight Tav was going to have when the bottle was removed from his palm.]
You started the party long before my arrival. I would be offended.
[Tav moves the bottle to his lips, only to find it slip right through his fingers. Oh. That's... odd. However, the mystery of the flying bottle of wine is instantly solved when he turns his head to see Astarion standing there. There's blood on his tunic, which means whatever food he'd managed was quick, dirty, and dumped fast to get to Tav. The half-elf would be flattered if he weren't so absolutely smashed.]
Apologies. Seems they kept giving me more bottles when I asked.
[He's not really sorry, not with a pity party this grand, not when he's this absolutely fucking tired. How many nights has it been without sleep? How many more can he go before his body simply gives in?
How many more near misses can he suffer before he forfeits his soul to Raphael to quiet the urges darkening his thoughts?]
For someone who wishes to not sleep, you sure are on the way to black out.
[He half scowls, not out of any anger or disappointment toward Tav. More at his situation. He raised the bottle to his own lips to drink. Not just for himself but as a way to prevent Tav from drinking anymore.
He wasn’t lying, it was good vintage. It’ll make this easy.]
[Tav groans against the bar top, flicking one of the empties onto the floor and smiling as it shatters on the floor. What an apt metaphor for his life, he thinks as he reaches for the next empty bottle, a green one.]
At least I’ll be easy to catch and tie up.
[And there goes the green bottle, tilting and twirling on its axis, about to drop.]
[Astarion finished his long swig before wagging his finger at Tav. His mouth was filled with spirits. Astarion may be rude but he wouldn’t let good wine spill over his…uh, kinda bloody shirt.]
No, no, no. Don’t start with me. I know all about fun and parties. This isn’t a glamorous affair. It’s sad and destructive, darling.
[He shuffled in his position, knowing full well what his position is tonight. A night of spending time with Tav was many things, even considering his Dark Urge. What he didn’t think he was going to be was play nurse. Not that he REALLY minded it. It was just awkward and hard to express at even the best of times.]
You know I came all this way prepared, so at this rate you’re going to have to consider maybe death will claim you before your other “ailments”.
[The green bottle makes one more swivel before Tav gives it just enough of a push for it to tip and fall with another satisfying crash. He smiles, even if it's in spite of Astarion's scolding.]
Only if it's at your hand. [He turns to Astarion at long last, facing him with a maudlin grin. ] That would be a way to die.
Oh, I hate it when you try to charm me like that. Makes me want to do the same back.
[Holding back on purpose for many reasons. But sobriety be damned and be in charge of what happens tonight. Ever since smiting Cazador, he felt perhaps he’d turn around to the idea of finding his own ways to be intimate.
Perhaps this is what he was looking for. Something a bit more deeply personal.]
Naughty pup, you’re in no state to do any of this, you know. Yet I’ll be damned if it didn’t work even a little.
[Another swig.]
Listen, I just…don’t want to see you destroy yourself. And if I’m here then-
[Tav tucks the bottle closer to himself, humming a nonsense tune to himself in victory. He might still drop it, but he wouldn't mean to do so, not like the others.]
I will keep it safe 'til dawn. Promise. [He really can't guarantee anything of the sort, not when he looks as unsteady as the bottle in his hand. He's just as likely to tumble from his stool as the bottles he'd spun off the bartop.]
Why not? You could destroy the Son of Bhaal, take a netherstone, and be well on your way to controlling the Netherbrain. Is that not what everyone wants these days? Why am I needed at all in the first place?
[He snapped, clenching the wine bottle with his own grip making his hands even whiter. Like his hands could throw the bottle right at the wall. But even now there was still restraint. Like he tried to keep himself together for Tav's current state, poor as it was. But this was a side also that Astarion didn't often show. His own vulnerability.]
If you think for a solitary second I will easily get rid of the one thing, THE ONE THING, that kept me from destroying myself...well I have fresh news for you, friend, I won't.
Call it a new lease on hope but if I can't save the most important person in my life then...what is even the point of my own freedom? WHO would I spend it with?
[Tav accidentally lets go of the bottle at Astarion's anger and tumbles right off his stool. And fails his dexterity check. He scrambles around on the floor before resigning himself to lying on the floor.
But he's listening to Astarion with furrowed brows where he's sprawled on the floor. He soaks in every word but finds himself lacking the words to ease Astarion's worries.]
I'm your most important person? [Literally the stupidest question to ask in this moment, but Tav is smashed and lying on a very sticky floor.]
[He made a heavy sigh through his nose, saving his grip on the wine bottle and taking another sip for courage.]
You mean everything to me. Dark Urge, or not. You saved me and I WILL save you.
Mark my words, even with the urge, you have been the kindest individual I ever met. No one gave a vampire spawn a chance, no one would dream of it. Or so I thought before.
[Tav slowly rolls up into a sitting position, his head spinning as he regards Astarion.]
Who says I'm not stupid all the time? [A small smirk spreads on his face before it drops away.]
Astarion, I will always give you a chance, as many chances as you need or wish for. [His words grow a bit slurred, but his sincerity shines through all the same.]
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Date: 2023-10-06 07:25 pm (UTC)[Needless to say, it has been turbulent for his partner in crime. Astarion made a personal oath to be on Tav's side. Because, well, Astarion understood. To be fated to be control, and used as a weapon of pain. While being harmed in indescribable ways.
This was the scene of a hurt soul. One he could feel through the tadpole communication they used earlier. Hence Astarion's quick descent from he usual hunt for something to feed himself. One bloodied badger wasn't going to be enough to sustain him for the road ahead, but it was going to have to do. Their allies seemed to be on their own trails of thought, which mattered little to the pale elf.
He was dressed casually for comfort, his usually painstakingly cared for ruffled shirt only slightly covered in badger blood. But he wasn't sure how much a fight Tav was going to have when the bottle was removed from his palm.]
You started the party long before my arrival. I would be offended.
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Date: 2023-10-06 08:46 pm (UTC)Apologies. Seems they kept giving me more bottles when I asked.
[He's not really sorry, not with a pity party this grand, not when he's this absolutely fucking tired. How many nights has it been without sleep? How many more can he go before his body simply gives in?
How many more near misses can he suffer before he forfeits his soul to Raphael to quiet the urges darkening his thoughts?]
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Date: 2023-10-06 10:43 pm (UTC)[He half scowls, not out of any anger or disappointment toward Tav. More at his situation. He raised the bottle to his own lips to drink. Not just for himself but as a way to prevent Tav from drinking anymore.
He wasn’t lying, it was good vintage. It’ll make this easy.]
No more wine for you. You’ve had enough.
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Date: 2023-10-06 11:02 pm (UTC)At least I’ll be easy to catch and tie up.
[And there goes the green bottle, tilting and twirling on its axis, about to drop.]
Spoilsport.
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Date: 2023-10-07 03:58 am (UTC)No, no, no. Don’t start with me. I know all about fun and parties. This isn’t a glamorous affair. It’s sad and destructive, darling.
[He shuffled in his position, knowing full well what his position is tonight. A night of spending time with Tav was many things, even considering his Dark Urge. What he didn’t think he was going to be was play nurse. Not that he REALLY minded it. It was just awkward and hard to express at even the best of times.]
You know I came all this way prepared, so at this rate you’re going to have to consider maybe death will claim you before your other “ailments”.
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Date: 2023-10-07 04:10 am (UTC)Only if it's at your hand. [He turns to Astarion at long last, facing him with a maudlin grin. ] That would be a way to die.
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Date: 2023-10-07 03:16 pm (UTC)[Still, he smiled at it. Drunk as Tav was, it didn’t mean he wasn’t amusing. There was a job to do, however.]
Because you got this. Let’s get rid of all of this rubbish and then we can have our fun little evening.
[Tav could protest or whatever all he wanted but Astarion was already at work picking up the empty bottles and putting them far away.]
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Date: 2023-10-07 04:18 pm (UTC)Not this one. [He tries to hold onto it with loose fingers.] It's the color of your eyes.
[And naturally, Tav drank it first, but there's no romantic way to put that, so he doesn't try.] Drank it first.
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Date: 2023-10-08 02:45 am (UTC)[Holding back on purpose for many reasons. But sobriety be damned and be in charge of what happens tonight. Ever since smiting Cazador, he felt perhaps he’d turn around to the idea of finding his own ways to be intimate.
Perhaps this is what he was looking for. Something a bit more deeply personal.]
Naughty pup, you’re in no state to do any of this, you know. Yet I’ll be damned if it didn’t work even a little.
[Another swig.]
Listen, I just…don’t want to see you destroy yourself. And if I’m here then-
-I won’t let it happen.
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Date: 2023-10-08 02:55 am (UTC)I will keep it safe 'til dawn. Promise. [He really can't guarantee anything of the sort, not when he looks as unsteady as the bottle in his hand. He's just as likely to tumble from his stool as the bottles he'd spun off the bartop.]
Why not? You could destroy the Son of Bhaal, take a netherstone, and be well on your way to controlling the Netherbrain. Is that not what everyone wants these days? Why am I needed at all in the first place?
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Date: 2023-10-09 12:27 pm (UTC)[He snapped, clenching the wine bottle with his own grip making his hands even whiter. Like his hands could throw the bottle right at the wall. But even now there was still restraint. Like he tried to keep himself together for Tav's current state, poor as it was. But this was a side also that Astarion didn't often show. His own vulnerability.]
If you think for a solitary second I will easily get rid of the one thing, THE ONE THING, that kept me from destroying myself...well I have fresh news for you, friend, I won't.
Call it a new lease on hope but if I can't save the most important person in my life then...what is even the point of my own freedom? WHO would I spend it with?
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Date: 2023-10-09 01:37 pm (UTC)And fails his dexterity check.He scrambles around on the floor before resigning himself to lying on the floor.But he's listening to Astarion with furrowed brows where he's sprawled on the floor. He soaks in every word but finds himself lacking the words to ease Astarion's worries.]
I'm your most important person? [Literally the stupidest question to ask in this moment, but Tav is smashed and lying on a very sticky floor.]
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Date: 2023-10-09 02:23 pm (UTC)[He made a heavy sigh through his nose, saving his grip on the wine bottle and taking another sip for courage.]
You mean everything to me. Dark Urge, or not. You saved me and I WILL save you.
Mark my words, even with the urge, you have been the kindest individual I ever met. No one gave a vampire spawn a chance, no one would dream of it. Or so I thought before.
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Date: 2023-10-09 02:43 pm (UTC)Who says I'm not stupid all the time? [A small smirk spreads on his face before it drops away.]
Astarion, I will always give you a chance, as many chances as you need or wish for. [His words grow a bit slurred, but his sincerity shines through all the same.]