PSL; OCTOBER VAMPIRE NONSENSE

[astarion]

(( well, he's back from the dead, and he's coming for your head! ))

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[selfdissecting]

[ —looking up sharply. not sharp in their gaze, but in speed. like the flash of a knife in the dark. their many strange eyes are all mostly... mournful. their heart aches, they think. they think it would, yes. ]

Yes. I need to go back.

[astarion]

[An eagerness to return. Yes, they very much would like to. He can use that.]

Then you should let me- [pressing that bleeding hand to his chest] -help you.

[selfdissecting]

[ now, now they step forward, pulling from the rosebushes without any concern to the thorns catching in their clothes. what are snags when compared to a promise? ]

You would do that? ...You can do that?

[astarion]

With enough time, darling, I'm certain I can whatever I like. Plus, you have me curious. And I'm not the sort of man to leave an opportunity skulking in his rosebushes, to fly off as soon as they've gotten a little spooked.

[selfdissecting]

[ it's noted. the words he chooses, very deliberately, to use; he's 'curious'. they are an 'opportunity'.

good. an opportunity doesn't get ignored. it's a purpose to fill, then, which goes a strangely long way towards calming them.

their lips lift in the vaguest of smiles. not 'happy'. more like 'accepting'. ]

Can I come out, in that case?

[astarion]

From the bushes?

[Ha, well, he certainly didn't intend on leaving them there, as he said.]

Of course. Perhaps you'd like even to come indoors.

[TO HIS LOOMING PALACE]

[selfdissecting]

[ Maeve's many-eyed gaze slides away from him—which is, perhaps, short-sighted of them—and towards the LOOMING PALACE. ]

Okay.