Blitzø (
helluvamess) wrote2024-01-18 07:22 pm
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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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"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?"
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"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'."
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"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!"
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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."
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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."
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"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.
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"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.