[ Astarion doesn't like the idea of sharing too much of himself.
It is easier to keep people at arm's length, to allow himself the distance. When your entire world is only for the purpose of seduction and murder, it because easier to make sure you never get too close to someone, that you never permit them to see behind the walls you put up. The notion of not having that measure of control over a situation is a little alarming for Astarion, who would much rather play the game of it than have anything real.
That's what he had thought for a long time, at least, but perhaps some things are beginning to change his mind.
There's surprise about the situation, that a Paladin hadn't simply culled him where he stood, that the revelation of him being a vampire spawn hadn't been enough to offer divine retribution, but he can be thankful for what little life he has that remains. Godfrey has not killed him yet, and that might well have to be enough for Astarion. Still, the possibility of a future, of becoming stronger, of being more... It is a heady desire to ignore, even if a small part of him thinks he should.
Shaking his head, Astarion hums absently, as if it doesn't matter at all. ]
It doesn't bother me at all. Sometimes it's quite nice to hear some voices in the silence. Ones that aren't screaming, anyway.
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It is easier to keep people at arm's length, to allow himself the distance. When your entire world is only for the purpose of seduction and murder, it because easier to make sure you never get too close to someone, that you never permit them to see behind the walls you put up. The notion of not having that measure of control over a situation is a little alarming for Astarion, who would much rather play the game of it than have anything real.
That's what he had thought for a long time, at least, but perhaps some things are beginning to change his mind.
There's surprise about the situation, that a Paladin hadn't simply culled him where he stood, that the revelation of him being a vampire spawn hadn't been enough to offer divine retribution, but he can be thankful for what little life he has that remains. Godfrey has not killed him yet, and that might well have to be enough for Astarion. Still, the possibility of a future, of becoming stronger, of being more... It is a heady desire to ignore, even if a small part of him thinks he should.
Shaking his head, Astarion hums absently, as if it doesn't matter at all. ]
It doesn't bother me at all. Sometimes it's quite nice to hear some voices in the silence. Ones that aren't screaming, anyway.