march catch-all

[ancunin]

Who: Astarion and friends
When: During the storms
Where: Horizon, Farhill mines
What: Weather effects + setting things up for the medical clinic at the Farhill mines
Warnings: General vampire shenanigans, will be specific content warnings in comment headers

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[ancunin]

[ This man is one of the strangest people Astarion has ever encountered. Which is saying a lot, considering. He mostly tunes out the nonsense about cons and claves and nomenclave, although his eyebrows do raise nearly to his slightly disheveled hairline at the little joke.

Gods. Sometimes he wishes to push this man off a very, very tall cliff.

He's mid-eye roll before the Doctor can finish that sentence. And yet, as he speaks the rest of his piece - ]

You can be annoyingly charming sometimes. [ As much as he emphasizes the annoying part, there's a softening of his features, a second or two where he appears a little less guarded than usual. His months in Abraxas have been taking a toll on his masks and defenses, surrounded by so many people who... don't want anything from him. He lets out a small scoff at himself, mostly, shaking his head as he points to a box filled with older and damaged respirators, equipment collected from the miners that had been supplied to them before they arrived. ]

If you intend to stay and try again - [ to make him laugh ] - you might as well help me sort this mess - what can be repaired, what can be salvaged, and what needs scrapping.

[thedreamer]

I'll take any sentence that ends at annoyingly charming when it might have ended at annoying. It's optimistic!

[ He does at least have the awareness that he's annoyingly many things, among being quite strange. If his company isn't at least entirely unwanted, he'll always stick around and at least try to be various shades of annoyingly endearing, charming, lovable, and interesting.

The slight softening in Astarion's words and expression, though, don't go entirely unnoticed. That, in addition to the very act of Astarion being here at all and helping push forward motions to better support the youngest ones toiling here, speaks volumes. ]

Let's see what we've got here —

[ Beyond his inane (perhaps) chatter, these items are something he can sort through and quickly deduce what's needed to fix any of them, or not. So he does get to work quite quickly, after briefly clapping and then rubbing his hands together, as though he were a child let loose in a toy store. ]

Bad, good, bad, bad, very good, oh, excellent condition. Rubbish, rubbish — [ His voice is at least pitched lower as he speaks to himself and separates them out in various piles. ]

[ When he's a bit into a decent assortment of ones to be mended, he notes — ] These that need mending, I can fix up before tomorrow, hardly a bother. We might get you to that bath sooner than later! Have you been liking this work with Viktor? It's suiting you, I think.