Astarion Ancunin

[scrapdraught]

omg she's a reporter

it's Interview with a Vampire

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[Her head cocks. Are you fucking kidding me?]

That's not... [She gives a shake, small, tight and disapproving. Then scoffs and looks away.] Fine thing to put on a person.

[She thinks of Rondo. Quick to fall to tears, but oh so eager to help. A puppy of a boy. Karlach had more worldliness to her but the core drives were aligned.]

Yeah. I can see it. Maybe she held herself together better, but they both pushed themselves too hard for too many people. And people get comfortable with that. Expect it.

[She folds her arms, head bowed. Working past the thickness in her throat.]

But...at least there's people she might get to see there again. Wherever it is they're going. Doesn't sound like any heaven or hell I know of. [The Lord Almighty doesn't let his angels send letters by post.] I just hope it's better than this.

[haematocritical]

Yes, well. I suspect they didn’t think they were putting that pressure on her, but I’m not sure how it could’ve been seen any other way.

[ the less said about it the better. he can only fume so many times a day after all. ]

Older. More experience. Shittier hand in life, and I will say that with confidence. It’s hardly a contest though, but it does change you. There’s a saying about checking on the friends who seem fine, but I’m not sure how many people know that.

[ … he sighs. ]

Yes, it seems that way doesn’t it. Perhaps not quite gone, but somewhere inbetween where they can be drawn back from. It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve made use of a place like that. [ of course… they had a mysterious wraith helping them, but he suspects withers would have been as helpless as them here, so there’s little point in wistfully considering all he could’ve done. ]