astarion... rhysand

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w0 sun

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[hi astarion... get bothered by an annoying redhead....]

So.... whaddya think of our hosts?

[haematocritical]

[ DON'T CALL HIM RHYSAND ]

Given they've just told us they're overseeing us while we wait to be sacrificed to a bloody cult?

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[but it's his name....]

Yeah. They were pretty helpful for a bunch of masked guys, huh?

w0, monday

[haematocritical]

[ puts them in the theatre where astarion takes literally three steps in

goes 'ugh' out loud

and then walks back out. ]

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[WOAH THERE

Lavi immediately follows like :D?]

Is it the clowns?

[it can't possibly be HIM... no way]

[haematocritical]

[ it's both now. ]

Why wouldn't it be the clowns?

w1 monday

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[holds out a peach in the middle of middle summer island.]

Here!

[haematocritical]

[ why ]

Where on earth did you get this?

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[points to a tree!!! a lovely tree with so much animal crossing fruit]

From over there! They've got apples too, and coconuts.

w2 mon

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[IDK THEY'RE IN THE VOID IG WE CAN FIGURE THAT OUT LATER

GIVE ME "THINGS LEFT BEHIND IN THE CELLS"!!!!]

[haematocritical]

[ perish ]

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[I REGRETTI A LOT OF THINGS

Like Lavi does, when the void shows up to swallow them whole -- but then he is no longer regretting this, because all he is are Astarion's regrets, jagged and tumbling and vivid inside him. He is the one peering inside a cage, he is the one who's inside one. A long one, years and years in the making. He's the deceiver, and filled with regrets, and desperate to put an end to an eon of torment --

his breaths come in quick and fast as the memory recedes. there is so much about that memory that felt new and foreign, and so much that felt familiar --]

Why did... Why did he keep them alive like that?

[if that can even be called living]

w2, thursday

[haematocritical]

[ DID YE GET SWAMPED, LAVI? ]

So. It happened again, hm?

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[he may have not been swamped.... perhaps... or maybe he took a very quick dip......... his head and face are bandaged and he's shirtless (woah) but wearing his exorcist coat over his shoulders. all his bandages are red. gross.

he nods though, so maybe he is okay]

Fog snatched us just like the last group. 'Cept we ended up in hell.

[haematocritical]

[ he’s 12 astarion is not impressed by his chest ]

In Hell.

w2 sat

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[he's some distance from the pyre away from aqua and camille, and just looking up at the sky. he looks over at Astarion when he sees him,]

Every time I think it can't get shittier, it just does.

[HOW IS IT ONLY w2]

[haematocritical]

[ HOW AAA. ]

Oh this week it really outdid itself.

w3, monday

[haematocritical]

[ dropkicks you.


anyway he's looking at the concerning blood bucket by the tree of nascent. ]

Now that just screams 'trap'.

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[HELLO

Lavi stares at the blood bucket and reaches for the spigot because he will obey every and all intrusive thoughts. He turns it. Red and gold liquid starts flowing out.]





That's not water....

w4 mon

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[THE WAY ALL MY PCS ARE DATED TO NIGHT TIME...

no longer child.... normal now.... Lavi will tag along Astarion as an adult too so what is the difference,]

Thanks for rescuing me, Asta.

[haematocritical]

[ he was just a child. a small baby. ]

I wasn’t lost. [ ok ]

w4 sun

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[LOOKS AT THIS PREORDER, HANDS SHAKING

anyway Lavi will go ahead and look for Astarion, where is the non-vampire.... beats you up tears in my eyes how dare you. FLURRY IS DEAD I CAN ONLY BEAT YOU UP NOW!!!!! anyway]

Asta.

[haematocritical]

[ did you know it's week 4. it sure is week 4. ]

Good evening.

w5, monday

[haematocritical]

[ honestly i just think they should have a nice time in ende and relax at the tea garden for FIVE ENTIRE MINUTES christ.

anyway yeah. they're here. snacks are here. there's peace here. ]

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[this is so real damn

it's so peaceful here.... it's so peaceful that Lavi sits next to Astarion as they both drink tea, and then he reaches out to put his hand over his (flushed) (not jk) (real).

both exasperation and embarrassment filter from him, as well as the Desire to Touch,]

Sorry. I'm pretty sure I'm cursed...