[ Gods, they can't go a single day without some unhinged psychopath leering at them and wanting their blood. That said, Araj makes Petras seem almost cute by comparison; Iorveth can't stand the way she makes Astarion wear his defensive masks again, and makes sure to tip his head for a light press of his lips to Astarion's temple during the drow's brief absence.
"We should have stayed in bed," he mutters as Araj comes back with the formula. It's repulsive to think that someone could have taken his blood to make something so vile with it, and he instinctively shrinks away from Araj's well-manicured hand when she extends it to him, bottle held between her gloved fingers. ]
A new world I want no part of, [ he snaps. It's irritating how unflappable the drow remains, even after all this rejection― all she does is hike one shapely brow and click her tongue against her teeth, as if she's speaking to lesser beings that have no chance of understanding the extent of her intelligence.
"And whyever not? You can see how much latent potential your blood holds: the evidence is all around you!" She punctuates her assertion with a grand sweep of her hand, gesturing to the destruction all around them. "Just imagine the power you could wield. Your blood, a perfect weapon should you choose to use it. And all you would need to do, my dear bleeder, is drink my formula."
Iorveth shudders. ] ...Let me confer with my companion. Outside.
[ Obviously, he has no intention of drinking the putrid thing, but he wants a moment to regroup with Astarion in tow. Araj acquiesces with a singsong "of course, but try not to take too long," and returns to her station at the top of the stairs.
After tugging Astarion back out into daylight: ] We really should just kill her.
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"We should have stayed in bed," he mutters as Araj comes back with the formula. It's repulsive to think that someone could have taken his blood to make something so vile with it, and he instinctively shrinks away from Araj's well-manicured hand when she extends it to him, bottle held between her gloved fingers. ]
A new world I want no part of, [ he snaps. It's irritating how unflappable the drow remains, even after all this rejection― all she does is hike one shapely brow and click her tongue against her teeth, as if she's speaking to lesser beings that have no chance of understanding the extent of her intelligence.
"And whyever not? You can see how much latent potential your blood holds: the evidence is all around you!" She punctuates her assertion with a grand sweep of her hand, gesturing to the destruction all around them. "Just imagine the power you could wield. Your blood, a perfect weapon should you choose to use it. And all you would need to do, my dear bleeder, is drink my formula."
Iorveth shudders. ] ...Let me confer with my companion. Outside.
[ Obviously, he has no intention of drinking the putrid thing, but he wants a moment to regroup with Astarion in tow. Araj acquiesces with a singsong "of course, but try not to take too long," and returns to her station at the top of the stairs.
After tugging Astarion back out into daylight: ] We really should just kill her.