#and even if prompted she demures. she deflects. anger and pain and fear are burdensome. she Needs to be easy to tolerate.

[cannibalisticskittles]

i know that when i've been riffing on a fic exploring some of amity and astarion's dynamic in act one i've been focusing on amity being bashful and taken aback, and trying to be polite and tactful while navigating his advances, but i think that's only gonna last so long. depending on how things go, it might reach a point where amity is too wound up by the pressures of Everything, and maybe also too wounded and tired, to muster the energy it requires to be tactful and she just gets real blunt

like in response to that 'on my honor, the only thing on my mind is depraved, carnal lust' line her brain just. fucking breaks.

"hmm. okay. why. why? why with me. do you want something from me? are you trying to get something from me? what's going on. why are you doing this. there is no possible way i would be your first choice for this, we are -- surrounded by devastatingly attractive people, including you, and notably not including me, and i am aware of that and it's fine. it is fine. i know this. but still you are -- complimenting me. pursuing me. why. what do you get."

no guarantees she'd actually get to that point, or that even if she did, she'd feel emboldened enough to say all that. she's got an exceptionally high tolerance for bullshit.

she might also get to a similarly blunt point in one of her many Exceptionally, Deliriously Sleepy times, tho that would probably be a bit less incensed. something simple like, "hey, why do you waste your time on me? not, like, the blood-drinking, i get that. although i really think that at this point, wyll has warmed up to you enough that he might let you bite him. but i mean. everything else. the compliments. the attention. why?"

and then she passes the fuck out before getting an answer