#// astarion vc: i need that blood this is so not cool

[exsanguiinated]

𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✧ 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍

@bardchoices sent: didn't we agree to do this together?

meme tag || accepting !

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together.

right, what a concept he hadn’t even considered would be an option before being plucked from his home and having an unfortunate insertion in his eye. togetherness, and by association, love, felt poisoned by his past. it was hard to exist around other people without thinking that his company meant he would need to perform. as much as the change is a challenge, it’s a journey he wouldn’t ever trade for his old life.

this journey seemed ever closer to bringing his end, though, seeing as he’s face up on the floor with precious blood leaking sluggishly from a wound somewhere, ears ringing and vision blurry. he is no stranger to death, but it’s becoming increasingly more frightening a prospect when he has things to lose.

it’s a miracle he even heard the voice, but he’s always loved it, so it’s no surprise something within him woke up at the call. he’s heard enough ridiculous bardsong in taverns to be exhausted by it, but somehow, not hers. it elicits a groan from deep in his chest, which hurts.

" ugh, what a waste. " blinking away the haze, he shifts his head ever slightly upright, trying to meet her eyes. his hand is resting over the wound, as if trying to keep any blood he can in his own body.

“ you almost sound concerned, starling. ” he teases, a sharp smile spreading over his face. “ how could you ever be truly rid of me? ” he laughs, but it only gets so far before it’s replaced by a wince and a wheeze, groaning as his head falls back slightly.

“ i think i'd rather stick to bloodletting others, and not myself. "