[ Still, he relaxes his facial muscles, using his fingers to smooth the skin between his brows. Just in case.
He steps over the servant's corpse as if she were a dead bug on the floor, nose crinkling and lip curling with a distant disgust. Astarion couldn't care less that she's dead, but it is rather unseemly to leave a bloodless corpse out. Whoever did this never learned to clean up after their dinner.
The manse is still quiet; perhaps it always will be. Even with Cazador gone, there's a suffocating quality to it, like the walls are constantly closing in. It's no place for joy or relaxation. He runs a finger across one of the tables in the foyer, coming up with a thin film of dust. ]
My siblings won't have lingered here long, given the choice.
[ He knows somewhere deep down that they feel the same as him. This place is a coffin. ]
If anyone is still here, they'll be down in that crypt.
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[ Still, he relaxes his facial muscles, using his fingers to smooth the skin between his brows. Just in case.
He steps over the servant's corpse as if she were a dead bug on the floor, nose crinkling and lip curling with a distant disgust. Astarion couldn't care less that she's dead, but it is rather unseemly to leave a bloodless corpse out. Whoever did this never learned to clean up after their dinner.
The manse is still quiet; perhaps it always will be. Even with Cazador gone, there's a suffocating quality to it, like the walls are constantly closing in. It's no place for joy or relaxation. He runs a finger across one of the tables in the foyer, coming up with a thin film of dust. ]
My siblings won't have lingered here long, given the choice.
[ He knows somewhere deep down that they feel the same as him. This place is a coffin. ]
If anyone is still here, they'll be down in that crypt.