[ Astarion can picture himself now, standing in the middle of the circus, surrounded by clowns and face-painters and lion tamers, cooing don't forget to hydrate, dearie like some saccharine old woman. A shiver runs down his spine. He'll do it, but he'll complain about it.
He sighs, brushing their little fingers together. ]
Only because I fear Shadowheart may revoke our healing privileges if we come asking after a hangover cure.
[ She'd have little sympathy. You got yourself into this mess, she'd say with a roll of her eyes. You can get yourself out of it. I hear raw eel works wonders. It's a surprise how easily he can hear her voice ringing in his head. One by one, each of their companions is wriggling their way inside of him like a— well, like an illithid tadpole.
As they near the circus, a gaggle of children sprints by, their faces painted garish colors. They squeal, howling in amusement. ]
Ah, the sound of children's laughter— [ Astarion holds his hands up to his ears, glowering. ] I detest it.
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[ Astarion can picture himself now, standing in the middle of the circus, surrounded by clowns and face-painters and lion tamers, cooing don't forget to hydrate, dearie like some saccharine old woman. A shiver runs down his spine. He'll do it, but he'll complain about it.
He sighs, brushing their little fingers together. ]
Only because I fear Shadowheart may revoke our healing privileges if we come asking after a hangover cure.
[ She'd have little sympathy. You got yourself into this mess, she'd say with a roll of her eyes. You can get yourself out of it. I hear raw eel works wonders. It's a surprise how easily he can hear her voice ringing in his head. One by one, each of their companions is wriggling their way inside of him like a— well, like an illithid tadpole.
As they near the circus, a gaggle of children sprints by, their faces painted garish colors. They squeal, howling in amusement. ]
Ah, the sound of children's laughter— [ Astarion holds his hands up to his ears, glowering. ] I detest it.