The Mastarion first meeting thoughts that nobody asked for…
Context: Miasma is confused, tired and has a headache. But my, isn’t Astarion just a tasty looking dish…
I have such a headache… Gods, why is it so bright? The dower half-elf mentioned something or other about the sun and light reflection something or other blah blah blah.
It’s been… a few hours? Minutes? Since their crash landing, of trying to figure out where they are and they’re just fought brains. Ugly vicious little beasts.
She’s ready to find some civilisation, a bath and a soft bed. Yes, that sounds like something she would do.
Bath, bed, maybe a nice wine. And some company? The deep unsettling feeling stirs at that thought. Hm. Maybe. Let’s see about finding somewhere to rest before any of that…
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
She hears the aristocratic drawl from up ahead and spots a pale Elf standing near a busted pod calling for help. It’s unavoidable, the meeting, he’s in their path. Miasma and her companion come to a stop a short distance from him. Enough space to allow them enough time to act in case this takes an unsavoury turn. At the sound of their footfalls falling silent, he turns…
Oh he’s pretty. Pale, handsome, angular jaw and a long straight cut nose. Perfect to look down at others with. His white curls atop his head are a shining crown in the sunlight. Pathetic ruby eyes fix on her, imploring her to help. The red surrounded by his pale complexion… Like blood upon snow. That’s an odd little comparison…
As much as his damsel in distress act isnt convincing, it is convincing enough and she agrees to help. She notices the minuscule lift of a cheek and slight squint to the corner of a stunning glinting eye. A smirk. Oh how precious and a cheeky thing to be sure.
He’s stunning in his arrogance. She assesses the rest of him, broad shoulders, tiny waist and oh how darling, hips cocked to the side. Oh the confidence… How lovely it would be to bring that down…
Oh yes, she feels her own face tick allowing a ghost of a smirk to show, time to take the pretty Elf down a peg or two.