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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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[helluvamess]

Honestly that plan? Sounds perfectly fucking reasonable to him. Blitzø doesn't even seem concerned about the massive cost of life that would still entail.

"You think if you graduate you can go back and do that?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion is fairly sure that murdering seven thousand strangers in cold blood isn't graduation-compliant, but he doesn't point that out.

"My warden claims that if I graduate, I won't have to. I can use his deal for anything I want."

[helluvamess]

"...what if you wanna use it to go back and kill him and do the ritual though?" He sighs because he's pretty sure he knows what a warden would say to that anyway.

"So it's held over your fucking head like you've gotta, what, give up on revenge and hope that the deal works out for you?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Assuming that John doesn't find some use for it that he thinks is more worthwhile in the meantime. Assuming that he doesn't already have one."

Astarion starts tucking his shirt into his trousers.

"I would settle for killing the bastard, if there were a guarantee of getting what I want any other way."

He just doesn't believe there is one.

[helluvamess]

Blitzø settles for watching Astarion dress, figuring he'll grab his own things on the way out along with the towels they'd used. Custodial work was neverending, after all.

"Seems like a lot of fucking 'what ifs' to bet on. What is it you want anyway, other than killing this used cumrag of an ex-master of yours? Cause if John's saying that you can't do that if you want to graduate but that's also what you'd want the deal for, seems like that's just going to keep you stuck here forever."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"...I want what the Rite would grant him. To walk in the sun and cross running water without fear, to drink wine and actually taste it - to be free of the neverending hunger for blood. To have real power and real freedom. To reclaim everything he took from me, with interest."

He exhales, letting his tense shoulders relax and the restrained fury leach from his voice.

"...but...you're right. It seems that I can't have what I want unless I stop wanting it! Quite the predicament in which I've found myself."

[helluvamess]

He doesn't point out that it seems like a bunch of those things aren't an issue for Astarion right now; it's the barge after all and who knows how much of that is reliant on the fact that the Admiral bought Astarion here. And he knows already that the food thing hasn't changed.

"Of fucking course it's that bullshit about having to not want it so you can get it. Like anyone's ever managed that level of whatever." Words are not always his strongest suit.

"And you can't even fucking graduate and if John doesn't follow through, do it anyway?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"I'm sure if it works out how he wants, I wouldn't care," Astarion says, and affects a much softer, sweeter version of himself, pressing the back of his hand to his brow as if swooning.

"'Take the lives of my poor, benighted siblings? By the gods, I couldn't possibly imagine such a thing! No, I shall merely scuttle back into the darkness like an insect, I'm sure it's for the best'."

[helluvamess]

Alright, that's the kind of humour he definitely appreciates and Blitzø gives a laugh at Astarion's performance.

"Satan's fuck, I can't believe I bought that whole rich asshole act when we met. You're fucking good at it." Rummaging around for his choker, Blitzø puts that back on with a reassuring touch.

"Besides, bet your 'siblings'-" said with the biggest air quotes "-wouldn't return the favour if they knew. So fuck 'em!"

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion casts him an approving smile.

"They wouldn't piss on me if I were on fire, frankly. Jealousy is an ugly thing, and some of them needed all the help they could get in that arena."

[helluvamess]

"Then fuck whoever says you're supposed to 'be the better person' or some shit, that kind of crap doesn't always work."

Blitzø stretches a bit, feeling some vertebrae pop in his spine, and yawns.

"Some of these fucking wardens don't seem to get that whatever works in their world isn't gonna work everywhere else."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"They don't."

He slides his feet into his shoes and then sweeps a delicate hand down the front of his shirt, straightening out a few creases.

"Maybe we'll do this again sometime, darling?"

He's found his reason for it, now. Not just the pursuit of oblivious pleasure, but - the chance to just talk. To be understood, to whatever extent this place makes possible.

[helluvamess]

His tail flicks lightly, Blitzø liking seeing Astarion reset himself like he hadn't just gotten fucked into the mattress. Of course it also made him want to find a way to completely ruin him with pleasure and watch him try and hide that again some other time, but that might be a future goal, if he's lucky.

"You know where to fucking find me. Plus seems like this room needs more cleaning, for some reason."

Grinning, Blitzø grabs his remaining clothes and the towels and starts for the door. He'll drop most of it off at the laundry room and claim that he was doing room clean up or something. Zack was probably too busy doing fucking squats to notice anyway.