PSL; SUNSET HIGH AND OUR BODIES LOW

[astarion]

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(( blood rush in a hazy glow ))

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[icyspicy]

[ For better or worse, Astarion is probably stuck with this warlock for the foreseeable future. Winter isn’t one to give out his loyalty freely, but this little group of theirs has earned it – and more than that, Astarion has won his heart. He’s in this for the long haul. ]

Yes, well, I’m sure Raphael will pop up whenever it’s the most convenient for him to do so. Let’s hope he’s feeling agreeable, hm?

[ Or has something he wants them to kill. They are very good at that. ]

[astarion]

[Oh, it's for the better. He has not a flicker of doubt about that. They may not know where they'll end up from here on out, but Astarion cannot imagine things would have been good without Winter at his side.]

In that sense, a devil is not too far removed from everyone else. Give them what they want, and they might give you the same in turn.

[Except the dynamic between themselves and Raphael is probably a bit more, ah, lopsided. But it's probably fine. Nothing they can't handle, right?]

[icyspicy]

Emphasis on might. Though I'm probably the last person in the world to be preaching caution when dealing with strange entities.

[ #justwarlockthings. ]

One way or another, we'll figure it out.

[astarion]

You sound so certain.

[In the face of looming uncertainty. Maybe that's one of many things that draw him to Winter. Maybe it's why he's the glue that holds this ragtag group of strangers together.]

Well, I will be following your lead, since you're the local expert on the matter thus far.

[icyspicy]

The matter of what? Poor life decisions?

[ All warlocks hold a title in that category to some degree, he won't argue that, but as far as patrons go, Winter is very lucky indeed. ]

[astarion]

[Aha. Just a wide, cheeky grin.]

Precisely.

[icyspicy]

Careful, Astarion. You're one of those decisions, you know.

[astarion]

Oh, I know. But imagine where we would be if you were a reasonable fellow, instead. Why, I’d be eating half as well and be absolutely bored to death.

[Winter keeps it interesting, if nothing else. He can hardly complain about being one of his bad decisions, either. Works out for the both of them.]

[icyspicy]

How lucky for us that we got kidnapped by the same group of mindflayers.

[ Is anyone truly lucky to get kidnapped by mindflayers? Probably not, even if it has opened some doors for Astarion specifically, and brought them together to boot. ]

What do you call a group of mindflayers? A shoal? Or is that just squid?

[astarion]

Now, I don’t know there’s an exact classification for a group of mind flayers…

[Maybe that madman Volo would know — that or he’d just make something up on the spot.]

But I think we should call them whatever we like. My suggestion: arseholes.

[icyspicy]

[ Oh, he'd definitely just make something up on the spot. ]

I'm thinking something dramatic. A misfortune of mindflayers, perhaps? An arsehole of mindflayers sounds deeply unpleasant.

[astarion]

[Oh, help. An "arsehole of mind flayers" is so terrible and ridiculous when phrased that way, even if he was the one who flung the term out.]

But doesn't that make it all the more suited!

[-he says, barely holding in a laugh.]