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[helluvamess]

"If you're hearing this then I can't be fucked answering right now or some other shit-covered fuckwich is going down on this boat so I'll get back to you when the fuck I can!"

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[The door to Blitzø's cabin looks like a typical shitty apartment door. Inside is pretty much exactly a shitty apartment. The door marked "Loona's room" does not open when tried and it appears that Blitzø himself sleeps on the couch. The walls are covered with images and drawings of horses, however every picture of Blitzø has his face scribbled over.]

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Re: [Action]

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Well, first of all, let's not limit ourselves," Astarion drawls. "There's three options here. First, it's shit. Second, it's not shit. Third, you get an ambiguous answer which just leaves you with more questions because he's at least as emotionally illiterate as you are."

Re: [Action]

[helluvamess]

"Yeah, none of that sounds like a great time so why would I want to find out which one it is? First one, he thinks I'm just a plaything and it's just sex and then what? I keep doing it? Second... it's not that and then he realises that I'm a shitty fucker who can't hold a relationship ever and has ruined everything good that comes his way and who'd want that?"

He rolls on his back, his horns digging into the bed as he gestures up at the ceiling. "And the last one is basically where we are already so what's the point?"

Re: [Action]

[sixfeetofdirt]

"If I were in your position, I would want to have more information," Astarion says. "That's all."

He reaches across to brush his fingertips along Blitzø's arm.

"I'll drop it, darling. It's your life."

Re: [Action]

[helluvamess]

Blitzø grumbles and, at the touch, curls in against Astarion's side not unlike a much larger version of the kitten also cuddling up to the vampire.

"...have you ever been in this position?"

Re: [Action]

[sixfeetofdirt]

"No," he admits. "I've tried to start a strictly transactional relationship, and...then got rejected before it could go awry."

Which sounds like it was probably a mercy, all things considered.

Re: [Action]

[helluvamess]

He lifts his head, looking up at Astarion's face in confusion. "Fucking why? They decided they can't handle too much of a good thing or some shit?"

Re: [Action]

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Maybe I wasn't their type," Astarion says, shrugging one shoulder. "And we were travelling with a number of beautiful people, all of whom...admittedly...hadn't tried to bite them in their sleep a few nights previously."

Re: [Action]

[helluvamess]

"What were they, blind? Numb from the waist down?" He grins, waggling his eyebrows at Astarion because this is a lot easier than earlier conversations had been. Safe and easy flirting instead of all that feelings shit.

"Or boring as shit, cause who doesn't want some biting?"

Re: [Action]

[sixfeetofdirt]

"All of the above?" Astarion offers. "I didn't let it bother me. They could have ordered me to leave the camp. They could have reached for the nearest stake to drive through my heart. That they did neither was so exceptionally generous that I forgot to feel rejected."

If anything, he'd felt - relieved? But vulnerable, as well, in a way he hadn't liked. As if one of his most useful resources had completely failed him.