[A distraction from current hollyphant shaped distress? A vested interest in his story? Concern that Astarion was so careless in his fledgling freedom? Astarion can't guess with what little context he's given— limitations of writing, as it were— but all the same, he wasn't expecting that twist back towards the subject.
Less the fact that it's seemingly so....earnest.
Is he homesick, his amatus? Or is he just beginning to find understanding in a Weave that loves him so.]
yes?
maybe
I think so
[Scribbles upon scribbles: Hells' teeth, what was he? What do you call something you hate and yet want fiercely to be fine. Safe. Happy— if twisted things could ever be.]
I really don't know.
At one point, it seems within the realm of possibility: he held— memories. Things he showed me, in spite of how I spurned him. A lonely little mage in a locked room that died begging for salvation.
But the creature I knew wasn't that boy, of course. It knew it too, in fact, despite its aspirations to become said boy. [Draw one distinction here, cut another one there; it, he, I, him— what stranger is a vampire to paring down the difference between life and whatever misshapen existence comes after?]
After that, I couldn't turn it away anymore. I know it was stupid choice, but
no subject
Less the fact that it's seemingly so....earnest.
Is he homesick, his amatus? Or is he just beginning to find understanding in a Weave that loves him so.]
yes?
maybe
I think so
[Scribbles upon scribbles: Hells' teeth, what was he? What do you call something you hate and yet want fiercely to be fine. Safe. Happy— if twisted things could ever be.]
I really don't know.
At one point, it seems within the realm of possibility: he held— memories. Things he showed me, in spite of how I spurned him. A lonely little mage in a locked room that died begging for salvation.
But the creature I knew wasn't that boy, of course. It knew it too, in fact, despite its aspirations to become said boy. [Draw one distinction here, cut another one there; it, he, I, him— what stranger is a vampire to paring down the difference between life and whatever misshapen existence comes after?]
After that, I couldn't turn it away anymore. I know it was stupid choice, but
I saw hope in him.
For myself.