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

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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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[He’s grateful for it, that sudden shift in positioning. He’ll never admit it— he doesn’t know how— but there’s nothing in his trembling body that isn’t relieved the second he’s swept up in those arms, each breath near to rasping for how fiercely he’s pressed himself to Dante’s throat.

It helps.

In so many ways he wishes there were some way to sink farther into that hold, but— ]

...talk to me.

[Quiet. Hardly more than a whisper.]

Please.

[Drown out the rest of this nightmare.]

[rebellionyell]

[Dante doesn't know how to fight against an enemy he can't see, that there's nothing he can do for Astarion's pain other than move is a novel situation. Taking a sword to something, fighting like hell to protect what's important? It helps when there's something he can impact.

If getting Astarion out of here is the best course of action then he can do that much, and fortunately the traces of light that radiated from him gave him what he needed so they weren't circling back around.

He's so focused on that goal that when Atarion pleads for him to speak Dante is taken aback at first, most people he's come across could hardly tolerate his monologuing...but he's not doing it for himself.]

Did I ever tell you I have...a pretty good sense of smell? I mean it's useless here because it just smells like we're in a void...it's even worse than space where at least there's some smells [though how do you describe what space smells like] Like sweet-smelling welding fumes and ozone.

The stars are beautiful though, we see white hot light from billions and billions of miles away...but they're blue and red, gold and orange. Apparently blue stars burn the hottest while red stars are in their twilight years and burn the coldest.

[Space is pretty interesting especially when you've been there.]

When people talk about walking in sunlight I wonder if it's more accurate to say you're walking in starlight?