Astarion Ancunin

[scrapdraught]

omg she's a reporter

it's Interview with a Vampire

Comments

[haematocritical]

[ gazes. ]

Not exactly.

But a lot of the time we end up covered in blood because things keep trying to kill us! Funny how that works out.

[scrapdraught]

[no I'm pretty sure every dnd party is just a pack of psychopaths.]

Sounds like you all lead a very exciting life. [And an alarming one.] If you're ever in the market for a memoir, look me up.

Why'd they want to sacrifice you? Wrong place wrong time, or...?

[haematocritical]

[ it's true and it's great. ]

More colourful that average, I suppose. If I feel like documenting everything one day, maybe I will.

[ ... ]

It was about 200 years in the making, or so it turned out. But, yes. I suppose it did start with wrong place and wrong time.

[scrapdraught]

Jesus.

[Awful long while to wait for a plot to bear fruit. Then again his age on the profile had stuck out like a sore thumb.]

Even more the pity.

[haematocritical]

Yes, I'm incredibly tragic. Fine me a couch and I will appropriately swoon all over it.

[scrapdraught]

I meant for your cult buddies. Imagine plotting a nefarious plan for 200 years and getting creamed right at the finish line.

[Making light of it helps shave off the edge of awkwardness. It's a violent confession, uncomfortable, but not intimate. Not in any way that she might discern.

He doesn't seem open to sweet words of comfort anyhow.]

I'd toast to your good health if I had a drink. You'll have to settle with plain well wishes instead.