[He puffs out a thin noise through his nose, almost huffing.]
I have to be careful about all this, you know. I can’t just go around biting everyone without possibly attracting unwanted attention.
Or reputation.
I’ll joke about bloodletting to the Hells and back, I’ll even confess to the nature of vampirism if one of our own feels an overwhelming need to ask— but preying on people has a habit of making waves. Even if it is, shall we say, consensual.
[In short, he’s afraid of the native Thedosian populace. All of them.]
If you mean to be such an old woman on the whole subject, then there is little reason for us to have this conversation Mister Astarion.
[Seems like a prudent point to make, rudeness included. Tit for tat, or something like that.]
I'm quite busy and have little to no interest in forcing you to explore some idea when you yourself seem to have more than a qualm or two on the subject.
[He puffs, feathers clearly ruffled, even without the benefit of sight influencing their conversation.
Thin skin, it's his terrible vampiric burden.]
Oh I'm sorry, is my sincere concern for my own neck in a world filled to the brim with persecution a little too taxing for you? I'll have to keep that in mind, the next time a delicate situation involving yourself springs suddenly to life.
[Patiently, with all the serenity of a young lady who has never faced being ridden out of town on a rail or the threat of being named a monster and summarily beheaded or whatever it is to dreadful things in the dark where he comes from:]
The world is a dangerous place, Mister Astarion. It is best that we do not let that fact this fact guide us overmuch else very little would ever be accomplished.
And you would sacrifice understanding the way in which some fundamental part of your being had been altered to avoid it? That seems to me outrageously permissive of you, sir. I know that I myself would be unable to tolerate living in the shadow of such a mystery.
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You might confer with Enchanter Isaac. I don't believe I've ever seen him ill.
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[He puffs out a thin noise through his nose, almost huffing.]
I have to be careful about all this, you know. I can’t just go around biting everyone without possibly attracting unwanted attention.
Or reputation.
I’ll joke about bloodletting to the Hells and back, I’ll even confess to the nature of vampirism if one of our own feels an overwhelming need to ask— but preying on people has a habit of making waves. Even if it is, shall we say, consensual.
[In short, he’s afraid of the native Thedosian populace. All of them.]
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[Seems like a prudent point to make, rudeness included. Tit for tat, or something like that.]
I'm quite busy and have little to no interest in forcing you to explore some idea when you yourself seem to have more than a qualm or two on the subject.
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Thin skin, it's his terrible vampiric burden.]
Oh I'm sorry, is my sincere concern for my own neck in a world filled to the brim with persecution a little too taxing for you? I'll have to keep that in mind, the next time a delicate situation involving yourself springs suddenly to life.
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The world is a dangerous place, Mister Astarion. It is best that we do not let that fact this fact guide us overmuch else very little would ever be accomplished.
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And utterly, entirely wrong.
I’ve already suffered enough in one world. I don’t intend to make it two.
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[He scoffs, there. Soured.] I am simply being cautious. I'll get to it once I find the right candidate.
In the meanwhile, why don't you worry about nursing yourself along, since you're so apparently unwell.
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[No comment for the rest.]
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