Yes. [He shrugs.] Animal blood is what I drank since I was turned, aside from Tav, which was out of necessity so I could be stronger. ...And, heh, between you and me I did really want a taste of the human variety, too. But only having animal blood doesn't hurt me otherwise.
[He sits back in his seat again, glancing aside as he wonders how much to share.]
Yes, it was . . . hard to stop when I first bit Tav, to say the least. He came very near perishing. It became easier to control my hunger the more he allowed me to feed from him, however. Less close calls. [A beat, then he's picking his drink back up, bringing it to his lips.]. But the urge is always there.
[Dolph was right, and Astarion hated that no matter what happens, it would always be a tie back to Cazador. But this is getting into an emotional territory that he's unsure about.
Instead of answering about that, he gives a small smile and another tilt of the head.]
Sounds like you really cared for him. I'm almost jealous.
[ dolph falls silent for a moment. he thinks about kisses in the dark, promises of protection. how astarion teased but also wanted him to meet karlach. fangs scraping over his neck.
he's destined to lose, he knows. he just didn't think he'd be talking to a version of astarion, reliving that. ]
I did. We were the same. And we knew that.
[ astarion with his vampirism, a choker around his neck. and dolph, with his cyber parts, equally noosed. ]
[His eyes dart to the metallic parts of Dolph. He had wondered what those were, some sort of artificer magic he assumed, but he was not planning on asking in case it only upset Dolph more. But now that he brought it up...]
[He frowns, glancing down at his glass. Dolph already knows a lot about him he would have rather kept secret, but it still felt off to divulge more if he didn't know. After a pause, he answers:]
It's part of a ritual. I . . . would rather not go into it now, if that's all right with you.
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Animal blood?
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One of the things he said is that . . . he couldn't control himself well when he drank human blood.
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[He sits back in his seat again, glancing aside as he wonders how much to share.]
Yes, it was . . . hard to stop when I first bit Tav, to say the least. He came very near perishing. It became easier to control my hunger the more he allowed me to feed from him, however. Less close calls. [A beat, then he's picking his drink back up, bringing it to his lips.]. But the urge is always there.
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[ dolph just hadn't cared at the time. ]
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I know. It didn't matter.
Being a vampire felt like . . . he was still in the cage. I hated that for him.
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Instead of answering about that, he gives a small smile and another tilt of the head.]
Sounds like you really cared for him. I'm almost jealous.
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he's destined to lose, he knows. he just didn't think he'd be talking to a version of astarion, reliving that. ]
I did. We were the same. And we knew that.
[ astarion with his vampirism, a choker around his neck. and dolph, with his cyber parts, equally noosed. ]
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My parts are linked to the people who owned me. They could still find a way to control me again.
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[His eyes dart to the metallic parts of Dolph. He had wondered what those were, some sort of artificer magic he assumed, but he was not planning on asking in case it only upset Dolph more. But now that he brought it up...]
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I only earned my freedom recently.
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I see why you both felt you had much in common. He told you about the scar, I assume?
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[ he shrugs. ]
I've seen it but I never asked.
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[He surprised to hear that, considering that was what made Astarion so valuable to Cazador.]
Then, let's just say, aside from assuaging his bruised ego from having lost a spawn, my scar is what makes me so valuable to my master.
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Why the scar?
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It's part of a ritual. I . . . would rather not go into it now, if that's all right with you.
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It's fine. I don't mind either way.
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[Sincere, especially since he had expected him to maybe push a little more at a chance to learn more about his Astarion, too.]
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You don't need to thank me for that. I'm not the kind of person to pry. And you don't owe me anything.
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[He finishes off his drink, tapping the glass back down, ice clinking.]
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Then . . . you're welcome.
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