illithidnapped | INBOX II

[Hang on.]

are you just

standing and facing the corner . . . ?

[He's just wondering.]

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N O

maybe.

[Hang on.]

how is it that you know exactly how long this will last?

talindra gave me a stone of far speech before i left

i consulted her this morning when it happened

she said it was not uncommon in [boys your age who don't practice their recoil spells] newer sorcerers.

[Somehow, even on paper, that pause is palpable.]

How new is new? You've been practicing for a year.

I don't want you casting nonsense on me and I wind up with four eyes.

Or a smaller cock.

hold on you mean to tell me she actually answers when you call her?

it won’t give you a smaller cock, and I would not cast on you if I thought it would.

how often do you call her? And to talk about what, exactly?

[Oh now that's a thought. Maybe Leto calls less often.]

Oh twice a month or so? Sometimes more if it's important.

You know, normal things. She's an elf, so surely she knows about animals and their urges and peculiarities. Then there's your magic, whether or not blood loss affects your spellcasting, whether or not sex affects your spellcasting, if clearing out an entire icebox is normal adolescent behavior, how often do

[He's just going to keep going if he's not stopped any time soon.]

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[There is a pause. It's a familiar pause, if only because it's the same five seconds Leto takes anytime he has to quell his teenage temper.]

i have witnessed you drain five corpses in a row and still not be sated. these muscles do not happen on their own. be grateful it's not more than one icebox per week, for I assuredly could. especially in this body.

[MORE IMPORTANTLY:]

~~she's my~~

why would sex affect my spellcasting

does it????

why would you ask her ~~of all people~~

[On the other hand, who else would he ask? Gale?]

[How did you know exactly how this would go :o]

well because who else WOULD I ask darling? Gale?? Would you rather I ask Gale a question for a friend of a friend of a friend who also happens to use magic and with whom I just happen to have sex with?

Because I can.

But no, apparently. Not unless we use certain potions or 'arcane enhanced lubricants'. So there is that.

-And I am a vampire for the record. Five corpses is a modest, perfectly equitable amount.

[~M A G I C~]

please. gale lives with his cat, astarion. his talking cat. he would have no better answer about sex than I.

[Don't be so rude, Leto.]

she knows too much about our sex life already. she need not know more.

[Which is to say she knows anything at all about it, ever, at all, ever. Like, of course she knows, she's seen Leto stagger in with clothes mussed and bitemarks lining his neck, she's not blind and she's not subtle, but still.

. . . though:]

what kind of potions

what happens if we use them

[Because, well, as long as Astarion asked already, they might as well find out.]

[The snort of laughter heard round the world.

(This is not helping him stay discreet in that corner, by the way.)]

Nothing so interesting as puppy ears, my little love.

Rashes, burning sensations, unpredictable connections to the Weave, those were what she warned about before hanging up rather abruptly. No idea why.

[She is 300 or 400 years old and she does not need this.]

i suspect it's because her average student is a child, and she normally need not deal with this.

do you like her? it's unusual for you to want to speak to someone so often.

I like her less now that I know she answers when you call her.

Besides, again, who else am I to ask? The others here are still strangers to me. Although

Although that is changing, I suppose, but even then the distance kept between us is quite nice. What I say here echoes, in a way, and a question spoken in the morning is still buzzing round the fireside by dinnertime.

[Not in the least because even the pups like to echo everything they hear.

The old tiefling at least isn't so bad, on the other hand, but Astarion knows him even less than the rowdier members of this newfound pack. Privacy like that is an illusion.]

Do you like her?

[It is changing, isn't it? He hadn't wanted to say anything lest he disturb it, but he's noticed more than a few overtures recently. Idle words exchanged or discussions had . . . but in such ways are companions forged.]

Yes. A great deal, though I suspect you may be [hmm.] closer to her in ways I am not.

[Neither greater nor lesser, but different. To Leto, she'll always be something maternal. Not a mother, not by any means, but something like it.]

Distance aside . . . do you find your thoughts changing on those around us, or do your initial impressions still hold?

Changing, yes. As are we both, in case you haven't noticed.

[The Leto he's talking to now, covering his head with a hat and trudging home in a hurry owing to his own magical mishaps isn't the same Leto that wandered into Toril well over a year ago now.]

So go on then. If you want to know which ones I like the most and which ones I can't stand, now's your one and only chance to ask. Otherwise I'm going to tell you that they're all still fucking annoying most of the time and leave it at that.

I'll trade you, person for person, if you'd prefer that. Though I suspect I know at least one of the ones you cannot stand already. Has Minsc stopped offering you fish?

But I do want to know: which you like the most and which you despise.

He has not.

[100/10 flawless guess there, Leto. Absolutely 360 no scoped it right out of the gate.]

I do not care for the rotting old husk, either. Nor the brat from the sorceries shop, if I'm being entirely honest.

[There's only room for ~~one~~ two whinging, catty, utterly demanding brats in the same space.]

[See, now, there's a reason that Leto finds Rolan amusing in small doses. Other things he finds amusing: whenever Astarion forgets to use contractions. He does it himself, he knows— the word beast has entered into his vocabulary far more often than it ever used to— but it's sweet to see it reflected.]

You'd prefer the demoness over the husk? Though I suppose both stay in their respective corners.

Rolan surprises me, though. I thought you two would thrill in being catty at the rest— though his ego is enormous, so perhaps I should not be so shocked. [Leto likes him, but, like, again, in small doses.]

What about Shadowheart?

[Don't rush him??]

Say what you will, but at least the demoness is good to look at.

[Withers and Mizora might dress about the same when it comes to landmark measurements, but— I mean come on. Come on. There's no explanation needed here.]

What about Shadowheart?

[Oh, fine.]

Hard to know what to believe when it comes to followers of Shar— former or otherwise. For a long while, you might recall her capability for deception standing as a rather sturdy wall between us.

But I daresay it would be rather difficult to keep one's toddering old parents close at hand and still manage to come off as any sort of fearsome threat. Not that I would know of course, lacking any kin to speak of. But still. Even I can't deny the sincerity they wear in their senility. The fragility of it all.

She couldn't bare her teeth at our necks whilst showing us the most vulnerable fragments of her world.

Or if she is, then she's a much better disciple than I gave her credit for. Hats off, really.

[It's praise. He likes her.]

[Of course she’s good to look at, he’ll grumble later into the safety of Astarion’s neck, nipping pale skin with protective insistence. All the more reason to stay away from her. As if Astarion isn’t smart enough to do that on his own. But Leto is eternally a knight at heart, fiercely determined to defend that which matters most. Just as Astarion douses him in his scent, so too does Leto leave his own mark: insistent little bites that say mine, mine, mine . . .]

I like her.

[It’s not about him, but he says it more as agreement than to voice his own opinion.]

Far more than Lutece, if we're speaking of your acquaintances. But I suspect you’re right— it would take a great deal of unnecessary effort for her to maintain that lie. And she seems suited to you. Her humor runs macabre, which suits, and she has seen her share of the horrors of the world; she has not patronized either of us, and that is worth a lot.

Besides: she healed me. I suspect anyone who does that is worth a great deal in your eyes.

[A deliberate few seconds pass, and then:]

Is Wyll not unlike what you imagined me to be when we first met?

[He's teasing gently, sort of, and then again he's not.]

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