CRYSTAL | MISS ME, DARLINGS?

[illithidnapped]

FORM: sending crystals, during the truth event, you know what to do
SENDER: your favorite rogue, Astarion xoxo
RECIPIENT: as always, everyone
NOTES: if you drank Truth Soup, cough up your feelings; if you didn't drink the soup, make it worse for everyone, I dare you

[Someone's bored tonight. And it's been over a year since the last time he felt restlessness stirring him into needling action— particularly when he's noticed a couple of blurted-out confessions running high and harsh in the air. He could sleuth around. Sniff about for any signs of volatile tampering (or ask if this is just the next phase of whatever sleepless affliction's still nipping at everyone's collective heels)....

But this is so much more fun.

Anyway— ahem, and all that:]

Name one thing you like about someone else in Riftwatch. Anything. Anything at all.

Bonus points if you feel like getting weird with it.

[And don't think he's generous enough to actually start this game himself: that, you're all going to have to do on your own.

Or maybe just ask nicely.]

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[illithidnapped]

Older than dirt itself most of the time.

[Most of the time being the important caveat there; he knows he's been left stunted from enslavement and a lack of freer memories, but still.]

The man's resourceful and resilient. Knows more about living in freedom overall, and persevered on his own in ways I'm not quite sure I could, if I'd been slotted into his place instead. [Losing Hawke and the others. Losing a fresher stripe of memories only to come back and settle in stronger for it, embracing Riftwatch instead of running away to lick at his own wounds.]

On the other hand though, he's such a young little spark. [Astarion says about a 40 plus year old totally adult man, clearly meaning every word because he can't damn well lie right now.] Cocksure [hah] and confident when his teasing is nothing but the teething fangs of a fumbling pup, gnawing at the tail of something far more ancient. And far more capable of scruffing it.

You ought to see him blush.

It's deliciously easy.

—ah. [The dangers of being an overly chatty creature compelled to tell the truth: shutting up is almost impossible. So much so that if he goes on much longer, he's going to have to bite his own tongue again, which— not ideal. Time to stop. Come on, Astarion. Don't talk about his dick. Don't talk about his dick. Don't— ]

[doggish]

[On the one hand: Astarion so clearly cannot help it, because none of them can. On the other hand: he is a private person, and this is hell.]

Enough. Or I will tell tales of how easy it is to make you stammer whenever I am genuine, and we will both be embarrassed.

[illithidnapped]

Not to be nitpicky, my love, but you just technically did.

[And it is absolutely hell, and they're not going to talk about it because this was supposed to be torture for everyone else— not them. Gods.]

[cozen]

[ Astarion deserves this, because he's been bad. And Bastien deserves it, too, because he's been good. ]

Blushing and stammering—what a sweet pair.

[bouchonne]

Would that we could be so darling.

[illithidnapped]

I'm— [His tongue hits the roof of his mouth. Right. Can't say he's going to poison them if he doesn't actually mean it in any measure.]

Oh for— [Yes, he's stammering now, and you know what??] Shoo, off with you both before I empty your liquor cabinet and donate its contents to every stray refugee I spot in the harbor.

[off the conversational counter! get!!]

[cozen]

[ Bastien laughs and is otherwise quiet, obediently.

But the next time he sees By he's giving him a high five. And a low five. They won. ]