#expiredmorality

[natureswarden]

❝ the fates are pretty mean to keep on doing this to you. ❞

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺 / pt 2. || Open!

" On the contrary... " A grunt perforated a good-humored chuckle, the last of his wounds mending themselves under the guidance of his magic. He rolled his shoulders, cocked his head to either side, ignoring the gentle pops in the joints. " The fact that I have survived all of this, I could argue, means the fates are being rather kind. "

Curiosity raised one unkempt brow, however. " Forgive me for perhaps being presumptuous, but I am a little surprised you are showing this level of concern for my plights. "

[unhalloweds]

an owl delivered @expiredmorality;

oh,  so  now  you  care? - Astarion stirring the pot: accepting!

“Don’t flatter yourself– no one mentioned care.”

But his words weren’t pointed, nor was his tone clipped with its usual remiss. Suave yet short, to the point– his timbre carried a lighthearted tune as he joined the drow at the edge of the camp’s firelight. The always seeking, searching scan of crimson nestled beneath relaxed brows had settled on Nym-yraen; it was a forward inspection of his figure, with a downward sweep before focusing his sight on a stony complexion.

“It’s just a conversation; me asking how you are doesn’t necessarily mean I care, maybe it’s just natural curiosity.” Lying was a fluency regarding his linguistics, no matter how opaque. “Though if you’ve little need to… talk about it, then I’m all for standing here and staring at these beautiful trees.” A hand had gestured toward the shadows that encompassed the outskirts of their campsite, a well-worn blanket for someone like himself; the sarcasm in his tone was palpable amongst the gentle evening air, accentuated simply by a pointed quirk of a white brow. 

[thoserubyeyes]

What am I afraid of, [Name]?

Such a serious question beckons a serious answer.

While Astarion's clear preference was to converse on a more laidback level, preferring to pepper his conversations with dark or inappropriate humour and frankness, he wasn't totally incapable of being an honest confidante when the time called for it. Many people thought wrong of him for this, however that very select few who knew him well enough didn't think twice about asking such a deep, loaded query.

The vampire stared blankly at Nym-yraen, looking into his two-toned eyes like he was searching. His attention was focused on something that was moving towards him like he hoped it would eventually spill out and reveal itself. He had a knack for this, for learning how someone really felt inside, just by studying the delicate intricacies of their eyes. It became a useful tool in his life as a manipulator, but also helped him to form genuine relationships and help him to understand the needs and feelings of others. Eyes are an individual's window into their soul; their mind, trauma, past. Everything, open and exposed for him to explore to his cold heart's content.

Like a heavy weight, Astarion dropped back into reality, ready to give his answer. He couldn't be sure one hundred percent, but he had a niggling feeling that this drow's fears, the pain he held so close and refused to let go of, was to do with...intimacy.

"--Love." He answered with the tenderest of tones. "You're afraid of love."

[pixiposi]

@expiredmorality!

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Hello! Forgive me this is my first request but I wanted to shout out my friend @expiredmorality they’re a great person just in general but they’re also very communicative and made me feel comfortable getting into RPing with them.

Thank you for doing this, I hope you’re safe and well. ❤️

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[unhalloweds]

an owl delivered @expiredmorality;

❛  why  are  you  still  here ?  ❜ for Astarion nothing but vulnerable: accepting!

Why was he? 

When no one had stayed for him. When the call hadn’t been responded to; the nights he’d prayed, hoped for any semblance of grace to listen to him– of course that never came. Not two hundred years ago, and certainly not after. Convinced there was nothing but the homeliness of one's own hold, grasp on their own person; the ability to compensate for their own lack of ability, whichever it may be. The detest that grew under that had only been a symptom of the cause, branching out and coiling to grow with every shadow of the elf. 

So – why was he still there?

The answer seemed simple at face value, one that he’d play just to earn the better half of a reputation with someone; care or whatever effigy he’d attempt to concoct under its essence. A ruby conscription idly scored his counterpart, the source of the question– the distaste he swore he could feel within the inquiry, as if his presence had been a sore. It’d serve him right to attempt to truly lend an ear to someone– what good did it really serve him?

“To just let you know that you’re not alone with whatever it is you’re dealing with. We need you– sharp, that is. We’ve all got some personal Hell that we carry alongside the adorable little roommates nestled within our skulls.” Sardonic vocals drawled themselves with an imperfect consolation, though it’d been the one that was candidly settled on.

[thoserubyeyes]

🩸

From here: ❝ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄… ❞ ── 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓

This one's blood smells... tainted. Acidic. Sickeningly sharp. Rich, in a bad way. Enough to make Astarion's undead stomach somersault as the fetid scent of the corrupted red invades his senses, seeping into every orifice. It reminds him of a viper's venom, or a giant spider's spittle. For a second, he's concerned that this actually might kill him.

"...I'll pass," he smiles awkwardly. "--no offence..."

[unhalloweds]

an owl delivered @expiredmorality;

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜ - for baby boy Astarion assrt. dialogue: accepting!

Oh, does he? 

Considering the tight pull to his features, the tension within the line of his shoulders, he would have assumed himself to be the most contained of them all at the moment– if one were riding the wheels of sarcasm and condescension, of course. Fangs had been chewing their way into the lining of his cheek, gnawing at the growing temper within his core over the course of their actions for the day. 

“Does everyone need saving? Hells, we’ll waste more time on these other lowly lumps of souls before we even get to curing ourselves.” Feet had stopped in their trek along the dirt path, the extension of his arms finally breaking their strain from his side by flinging themselves out with every theatrical nerve in his body, “These people mean nothing in the grand scheme of this, they are not the ones with worms crawling their brains.”

Where there should have been more detestation regarding the topic, his mention of the parasite was handled with a quiet slip of delicacy– he hadn’t raised his hand for removal immediately. How could he? Why would he? When it’d been the one thing to grant him his freedom, the one thing that may have listened and answered; while it’d been a poor approach to granting his independence where it now existed, it wasn’t one he could be entirely angered with. The remark was based solely in appearance; to question and probe others for their reasoning, and not so much regarding the delay in their security. 

[thoserubyeyes]

"If there was ever any good in me, there's none left anymore." From the weapon meme!

From here ── 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏: 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .✦

The drow's words of comparing himself to nothing more than a conditioned weapon sparked such a flicker of amusement in Astarion, highlighting his unhinged sense of humour. Not because it was genuniely funny, but because it was true in a lot of different aspects for the both of them. And... kind of sad.

"My dear Nym, I’m almost certain we traded all the goodness in our hearts for survival of the world's cruellest existence a long time ago." The spawn smirked gleefully as he glanced up to the stars in the sky, knowing full well that this was probably not the best moment to crack jokes, but it was honestly the only way he knew how to conquer the overwhelmingly loud thoughts during dark times. He laughed his evil giggle and added, "Besides, being a bit wicked suits us far better, don’t you think?"