[And once he's sent off directions to his own address, he is, in fact, waiting. Lantern lit outside his Lowtown home, heavy iron doors parted (though Astarion holds a knife in hand once he opens them, only put away only once he’s sure it’s his ally come calling and not someone else). It’s a frightfully cluttered place, small and narrow and little more than a glorified closet, but it suits well enough: finery and relics and trash scattered throughout like a fledling dragon's unkempt hoard.
By the fire there’s a small table, rickety. Astarion sits at it, lifting his own chin to show off two twisting cuts running from his lips down to the center of his chin, not bleeding (not yet fully healed, either), but visible all the same. A problem.]
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Date: 2022-03-20 08:54 am (UTC)I’ll be waiting.
[And once he's sent off directions to his own address, he is, in fact, waiting. Lantern lit outside his Lowtown home, heavy iron doors parted (though Astarion holds a knife in hand once he opens them, only put away only once he’s sure it’s his ally come calling and not someone else). It’s a frightfully cluttered place, small and narrow and little more than a glorified closet, but it suits well enough: finery and relics and trash scattered throughout like a fledling dragon's unkempt hoard.
By the fire there’s a small table, rickety. Astarion sits at it, lifting his own chin to show off two twisting cuts running from his lips down to the center of his chin, not bleeding (not yet fully healed, either), but visible all the same. A problem.]
As you can see, I need them gone.