[ The signs are familiar, but Astarion is unwilling to raise the topic in case he is wrong - or, worse, in case he somehow brings the monster out, so to speak. He keeps watch over Tav with careful, dark eyes, the lack of food and the shift of his body, familiar, echoing signs.
As soon as he is approached he is nodding his head, searching around for rope - they usually have so much more of the stuff, but it all seems to have disappeared. Broken the last time this happened, perhaps? ]
Sit. I'll find something, just - don't move.
[ Nervous energy takes over as he kneels to his pack, to look for the rope. ]
[Tav does as he’s told, sitting on his heels in a crouxh as the Urge targets Astarion. Kill the one you love. Paint the the dirt with his blood. Tav shakes his head urgently despite the dizzineess taking firmer hold of his body. The drowsiness drags his body down, down, down until Tav is leaning heavily on his hands, desperately trying to stay awake.]
Run. [Is the only thing Tav can think to say before he fully sinks to the ground.
And the Darkness stands back up, eyes glinting in the firelight as they look around for something resembling a stake. Those fever-bright eyes fall on one of the stakes holding Astarion’s tent pole in place and a grin spreads slowly from ear to ear.
[ The lack of rope is apparent as soon as Tav says to run, and panic sets in. Astarion is mostly confident in his belief to hold off the Urge if need be, but he's hardly the kind to have any sort of physical strength. He is dodge and dash, and this? This is a danger that he wasn't expecting. It's not usually this fast.
They usually have more time.
Eyes dart to follow the Urge's movements, and Astarion narrows his eyes, moving back. If he's going for the stake of the tent, well... He moves backwards, to reach for the rope holding the fabric together. ]
[The Urge darts forward, unrestrained by Tav's control, toward Astarion's tent and, specifically one of those stakes holding the tent poles in place. They pull, ripping the stake free and collapsing a quarter of Astarion's tent in one go.
Perfect. They can't wait to spill the spawn's blood, to paint a mural of crimson for all to see.
The only thing holding them back is the rope still attached to the stake in their hand.]
[ Astarion might not have strength going for him, but he does have a darting, dangerous speed. He disengaged with the Urge immediately, ducking down and to the side. There's rope, and it's just enough for him to grab and try to wrap it around Tav's legs.
Only then does he move back and tug, trying to get it onto the ground. ]
[The Urge is easily snared by someone of Astarion's speed and they go down into the dirt, dragging more crimson-colored tent as they go. Growling like an animal, the Urge swirms and kicks until they realize they have just enough slack to pull the tent stake free of the ropes and then they're all grins and dark fury as they roll up onto their bound feet.]
Astarion watches, expression tight and careful. When it's this deep there is no reasoning, and he breathes out an irritated little noise as he reaches to try and grab more of the tent, to try and move to pin Tav down as much as he can. ]
[The Urge watches Astarion move but doesn't move out of the way fast enough. They go down, the Urge fighting and wriggling beneath Astarion, but making no headway. So they growl, teeth bared as they snap up in an attempt to bite Astarion.]
I'll have your eyes plucked out and wear them like pearls!
[Before The Urge can react, Astarion's boot strikes the side of his face, properly knocking him out for at least a little bit. The Urge goes limp against the dirt and fabric of Astarion's tent.]
Astarion fumbles a little with the ropes from the tent, savaging them and tiptoeing forward to tie up the Urge, to keep it under wraps, at least for now. Whether it'll be Tav who wakes up... Time will tell. ]
[Lucky for Astarion, dawn peeks over the trees and it’s Tav who opens his mismatched eyes. He blinks around before his gaze cones to rest on Astarion, desperately hoping he hasn’t hurt him in the blank space in his memory.]
[Tav releases a shuddering breath, looking down and away from Astarion. This can’t keep happening. Not while they’re already in such desperate circumstances.]
Oh.
[A pause.]
Terrible. Like I’ve possibly just tried to kill the one I love.
[Another moment.] And like I’ve been… kicked in the head?
[How does he put this without sounding like a simpering coward?] It’ll come back. Maybe not now, maybe not tonight, but it will come back. And you will likely be the one to suffer for it.
[So clearly, remaining tied up is the solution. Nevermind alll the other dangers that wait for them along the road.]
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Date: 2023-08-29 09:09 pm (UTC)As soon as he is approached he is nodding his head, searching around for rope - they usually have so much more of the stuff, but it all seems to have disappeared. Broken the last time this happened, perhaps? ]
Sit. I'll find something, just - don't move.
[ Nervous energy takes over as he kneels to his pack, to look for the rope. ]
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Date: 2023-08-29 09:21 pm (UTC)Run. [Is the only thing Tav can think to say before he fully sinks to the ground.
And the Darkness stands back up, eyes glinting in the firelight as they look around for something resembling a stake. Those fever-bright eyes fall on one of the stakes holding Astarion’s tent pole in place and a grin spreads slowly from ear to ear.
This will be a lot easier than they thought.
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Date: 2023-08-30 01:06 pm (UTC)[ The lack of rope is apparent as soon as Tav says to run, and panic sets in. Astarion is mostly confident in his belief to hold off the Urge if need be, but he's hardly the kind to have any sort of physical strength. He is dodge and dash, and this? This is a danger that he wasn't expecting. It's not usually this fast.
They usually have more time.
Eyes dart to follow the Urge's movements, and Astarion narrows his eyes, moving back. If he's going for the stake of the tent, well... He moves backwards, to reach for the rope holding the fabric together. ]
Come now, Tav.
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Date: 2023-08-30 01:13 pm (UTC)Perfect. They can't wait to spill the spawn's blood, to paint a mural of crimson for all to see.
The only thing holding them back is the rope still attached to the stake in their hand.]
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Date: 2023-08-31 11:28 am (UTC)[ Astarion might not have strength going for him, but he does have a darting, dangerous speed. He disengaged with the Urge immediately, ducking down and to the side. There's rope, and it's just enough for him to grab and try to wrap it around Tav's legs.
Only then does he move back and tug, trying to get it onto the ground. ]
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Date: 2023-08-31 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-09-05 08:41 pm (UTC)Astarion watches, expression tight and careful. When it's this deep there is no reasoning, and he breathes out an irritated little noise as he reaches to try and grab more of the tent, to try and move to pin Tav down as much as he can. ]
Now, this isn't necessary.
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Date: 2023-09-05 09:57 pm (UTC)I'll have your eyes plucked out and wear them like pearls!
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Date: 2023-09-16 07:29 pm (UTC)[ He shifts, twitching his body to offer a quick, sharp kick to the Urge's head. ]
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Date: 2023-09-16 08:02 pm (UTC)[Before The Urge can react, Astarion's boot strikes the side of his face, properly knocking him out for at least a little bit. The Urge goes limp against the dirt and fabric of Astarion's tent.]
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Date: 2023-09-23 11:41 am (UTC)Astarion fumbles a little with the ropes from the tent, savaging them and tiptoeing forward to tie up the Urge, to keep it under wraps, at least for now. Whether it'll be Tav who wakes up... Time will tell. ]
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Date: 2023-09-23 11:56 am (UTC)What happened?
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Date: 2023-09-23 01:55 pm (UTC)[ Settled down beside Tav, Astarion tilts his head. ]
How are you feeling?
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Date: 2023-09-23 01:59 pm (UTC)Oh.
[A pause.]
Terrible. Like I’ve possibly just tried to kill the one I love.
[Another moment.] And like I’ve been… kicked in the head?
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Date: 2023-09-23 02:47 pm (UTC)[ Moving over, he starts to touch the rope of the tent, to undo it. ]
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Date: 2023-09-23 02:55 pm (UTC)I’m sorry, I—-
[When Astarion touches the rope, Tav shakes his head.] Not yet. Not until I’m sure it’s gone.
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Date: 2023-09-23 02:57 pm (UTC)[ Shaking his head, Astarion relents, sitting down opposite him. ]
You don't have to apologise.
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Date: 2023-09-23 03:03 pm (UTC)[So clearly, remaining tied up is the solution. Nevermind alll the other dangers that wait for them along the road.]
I will always apologize for hurting you.
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Date: 2023-09-23 03:20 pm (UTC)[ Shaking his head, Astarion frowns. ]
We've discussed this before, haven't we? This isn't you. You have no apologies to make for the behaviour of the thing inside of you.
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Date: 2023-09-23 03:35 pm (UTC)There was so little warning this time. What if it happened while…
[While they were being intimate is what he doesn’t say, finally raising his pair of mismatched eyes to his love again.]
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Date: 2023-09-23 03:55 pm (UTC)[ He is unmoving, his expression tight. ]
I don't intend to let any of this stop just because of that thing.
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Date: 2023-09-23 04:00 pm (UTC)Not quite sure I deserve you.
[Just the barest hints of a shit-eating grin.]
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Date: 2023-09-24 10:48 am (UTC)[ Moving closer, he leans in to kiss the corner of his mouth gently. ]
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Date: 2023-09-24 01:16 pm (UTC)He smiles just a touch and nods.]
And to think you tried to slice my throat open when we first met.
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Date: 2023-09-24 06:32 pm (UTC)[ He leans back, glancing around the camp - still quiet enough. ]
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