illithidnapped: (45)
Tʜᴇ Pᴀʟᴇ Eʟғ | Asᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ Aɴᴄᴜɴíɴ ([personal profile] illithidnapped) wrote2022-02-03 01:54 am

INBOX II




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arkitect: (16)

breaking this in

[personal profile] arkitect 2022-02-05 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
He sends a message, first. An invitation, as usual, seeing as he can't be the one to go anywhere too easily-- and a promise that he has something new to offer, though he refuses to say just what sort of gift it is that he's acquired this time, only that he thinks Astarion may find it interesting.

When he arrives, he'll find Emet-Selch's room more or less the same as usual, save for a couple of additions: a pair of wineglasses sit on his desk, but instead of a single bottle of wine, there are two. One unopened, and one clearly opened already, albeit still full.

"Well, there you are," he says by way of greeting, nudging Sol aside-- the cat meows in complaint, but hops down off the bed. "I would tell you to make yourself comfortable, but I've no doubt you need little encouragement."
arkitect: (16)

[personal profile] arkitect 2022-02-06 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Not quite. Not yet, at the least," he says, with a roll of his eyes. Honestly, by his estimation, if what he's done isn't enough then he doesn't know what else they will insist on asking from him... but regardless, he's still stuck here for now.

Emet-Selch shifts to set his feet on the floor, pushing himself off the bed to move over to the desk. The previously-opened bottle is the one he plucks up first, offering it out to Astarion in an easy, casual sort of gesture.

"But I was of the mind to experiment with something, and expected you may be interested in the results."

Which-- all right, yes, he did this specifically for Astarion, but he doesn't think the man needs it spelled out for him.
arkitect: (65)

[personal profile] arkitect 2022-02-07 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
The label is fairly normal, actually; Astarion will likely recognize it as a pretty decent vintage, certainly not among the most expensive, but higher quality than just acceptable wine.

"Well, I may have engaged in said experimentation with the subject in mind from the start," he allows, with a wave of his hand. "That one is yours-- the other is unaltered. But I do not believe this should have any sort of unintended effect, unless there proves to be something you've yet to tell me."

A pause to consider, before he picks up one of the empty glasses and says, "If it's been done correctly, I believe you will understand from the scent alone." The glass is held out, then, a silent invitation.
arkitect: (44)

[personal profile] arkitect 2022-02-07 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Emet-Selch is studying that expression, in turn, now seated at the desk chair with one leg folded over the other. He's yet to bother pouring his own glass from the second bottle, attention thoroughly focused on Astarion... and, when it seems all has gone well, he cannot quite keep the satisfaction out of his voice.

"Successful enough, I take it?" The corners of his mouth quirk in a slight grin, as he uncorks the other bottle and pours it.

"I knew it could be infused with other flavors easily enough, but whether blood would take... well. There was certainly a risk this would turn out entirely unappetizing, if not."
arkitect: (65)

[personal profile] arkitect 2022-02-07 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Did you not say you would be able to tell?"

Faintly amused, there-- and still thoroughly pleased that it seems to have worked out well. Well worth the effort spent in bleeding himself for it.

The second glass is perfectly normal wine, and while he'll wait to let Astarion compare, he does add: "I'll have that one after, if you do not mind. I did not expect you would wish to share the first." Nor does he have much interest in it, himself; he'll stick with the normal wine, thank you.
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[personal profile] arkitect 2022-02-08 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, of course not."

He rolls his eyes as he takes that glass back, sipping from it. Good enough by his standards. A few moments of silence follow as he debates his words, before he finally just sighs and waves his free hand.

"It is not a work experiment, nor is there any particular reasoning behind it-- but neither could I call something like this a gift without knowing it would work."

Just imagine if he had, and it had turned out absolutely horribly. He won't have it.
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[personal profile] arkitect 2022-02-09 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"It shall remain private enough, so long as you insist," he answers with a shrug, a wave of his free hand. It hardly bothers him, keeping it quiet; frankly, it's no one else's business.

He takes a moment for a sip or two of his glass before he asks, one brow arched:

"Why her, in particular?"
notathreat: (43)

crystal;

[personal profile] notathreat 2022-02-10 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Within minutes of this.]

Hey. Do you have a second?
notathreat: (16)

[personal profile] notathreat 2022-02-10 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Damn, a whole five?

[Trying for lightheartedness, though.]

Anyway, um. Fenris wants to meet with me. He's got some questions. I want to not make this weird as hell, even if that's kind of a given? Because I know he's going to ask about you and him.

Thoughts?
notathreat: (28)

[personal profile] notathreat 2022-02-11 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, wasn't planning on mentioning that one.

[Though, for the first time, Ellie does realize that it's likely this is how he treats all things in hindsight. He spoke the same way about Cadazor. Mentally, she files that bit of information away, stokes her hatred of the monster.]

Okay. I can try. It's fuckin' weird no matter what I say.

But... on the bright side. He really didn't leave on purpose.
notathreat: (1)

[personal profile] notathreat 2022-02-11 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd say definitely.

[But Astarion hits on the other thing she's worried about, which draws out a rough sigh from her side.]

Yeah. My bet is that Fenris is on the lookout for somebody suspicious already, but. No idea if anybody did this to him. Or if they're not still doing this to him.

[Which would be extra fucked up, and she hates that she's thinking it, but it wouldn't be outside of the scope of things she's seen.]

But yeah, you know I will.
apocalypsegrown: (50)

About a weeks time from their last conversation

[personal profile] apocalypsegrown 2022-02-11 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sylvie sounds particularly pleased with herself, the sounds of a market behind her audible as she reaches out across the Crystal. ]

Are you home?
apocalypsegrown: (54)

[personal profile] apocalypsegrown 2022-02-12 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a decent assumption, with how she's making her way into Lowtown already, regardless of what his current state was. She has some other business in the area at least; but none quite so fun. ]

I'll tell you when I get there. Where is it exactly that you live?

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