[CLOSED] AND YOU'LL KNOW THE NEXT TIME I WAKE UP SCREAMING

[illithidnapped]

WHO: Astarion, Fenris, Bastien, Emet-Selch, Mobius, Ellie, Dante, Loki
WHAT: fear spirits are no joke when you're a bag of broken glass
WHEN: backdated to Crossroads plot hours
WHERE: the Crossroads
NOTES: so many content warnings: mind control, slavery, torture, blood, mutilation and abuse of every conceivable/literal shade, possibly more warnings to be added later, not joking this is a very horrible space. There's a reason why I'm divorcing this from the main log; Astarion's canon is, in short, unkind.

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[illithidnapped]

[And— oh, that’s not what Astarion had expected, suddenly twisting like a cat in response to his companion’s perfectly reasonable grip for a few utterly futile beats before surrendering to it (in a sense): tight through his shoulders, held arm drawn taut, but the rest of him almost listless in trade— chin tipped slightly away to somewhat mask a pair of mending marks.

The distinctive swoop of them a near perfect match to someone else’s in fact, and if Emet-Selch knows Fenris’ distinctive patterning, he’ll recognize them as a twin to Astarion’s current scratches.]

...I got into a sparring match. [He puffs out all too quickly, petulant and sour. Taken to tugging again like a child, which, given the substantial difference in height between them, only makes it more ridiculous.]

Honestly, it’s nothing, let go—

[tug tug tug tug t u g]

[arkitect]

A sparring match with what, some sort of-- two-pronged serving utensil?

[There's an incredulous touch to his tone; a plain spar certainly does not leave this form of mark, so he very much doubts it happened in the course of any sort of fight.

He hasn't met Fenris in person, only spoken with him over the crystal, so... no, there is no recognition here, not this time. There may be later, should they meet face to face. For the moment, however, Emet-Selch takes note of the way Astarion tenses in response to his touch (moreso than would usually be warranted, he thinks) and after a few moments... opts to release his wrist with a sigh.]

You are a better liar than that, Astarion.

[Which is to say that it doesn't seem entirely like nothing, but the idle wave of a hand indicates he isn't inclined to press this particular subject.]

Now, come, if you are truly so insistent upon taking your leisure.