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[ancunin]

Who: A vampire and a wizard
When: First weekend in June
Where: Nocwich
What: Astarion is checking up on Gale (because someone probably should)
Warnings: Vampire blood stuff, will add specific warnings in comment subject lines!

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[ancunin]

Astarion narrows his eyes - but then his expression very suddenly almost softens.

"Not everything need be attributed to the goddess of magic. You are not her puppet, Gale. Your life is your own."

He hopes one day his companion might understand that. Then he adds:

"And sometimes - fate rolls the dice and simply grants us absolute shit luck."

Astarion takes another drink from his glass.

[karsiteweave]

Gale studies Astarion, unease crawling under his skin.

Your life is your own, Astarion says, and is it? It feels like it hasn't been, for so long. The orb is a weight on his chest, stifling his ability to breathe. Gale would love to claim he doesn't fear death, but he does. He doesn't want to die.

He didn't want to die.

There's no running from it, however. Mystra's charm was placed on him only to hold it back, a ticking timer. If he still... has it, for whatever reason, if he's still here there must be a new purpose. His voice drops, an uncertain whisper.

"For some of us, death is assured. Is it not better to find meaning where we can? In our lives, and perhaps our ultimate demise -- as untimely as it might be."

[ancunin]

This is an exercise in futility, it feels. He gives Gale a look almost akin to pity.

"Better to live, Gale of Waterdeep. Whether you can accept it or not, you've been given a chance in this realm. Maybe not quite a fresh start, but perhaps as close as any of us might ever receive. You may believe your death is assured but... nothing really is."

That's what he's learned.