[ Always trying and failing to find the words, Gale starts to gesture his way out of this but the clinician tuts as he lowers his arm in the process. A frustrated little breath, and he lifts it again, tossing a plaintive look at Astarion. Heโs misstepped somehow, as ever. ]
Iโve no intention of being eaten โ or of prostrating myself before another altar, for that matter. [ He twists to regard Astarion properly, only to be admonished and adjusted again. His nose wrinkles, elevated hand twitching, for want of an emphatic flourish. He knows how Bhaalโs ilk worship, even if heโs yet to see their gory displays first-hand. Best not to partake in life or death. ]
Orin is more than Bhaalโs child, Astarion, she is His Chosen. [ At once reverent and envious. Folly after folly. ] And a changeling in her own right. She appeared to me as Shadowheart in the woods. And in all my cleverness, [ derogatory. ] I failed to notice the ruse until she was within striking distance.
[ Gale splays both hands and, inevitably, pushes the attendant to his limits. With an exasperated huff, he drops a roll of bandages in Galeโs lap, the message clear: If you canโt sit still, you can do it yourself. ]
I gave her a shock, [ offhand, as he unrolls the bandages. How quaint, to have to await healing over time. ] made her aware my death would crater the manor, and was thus granted a stay of execution.
no subject
[ Always trying and failing to find the words, Gale starts to gesture his way out of this but the clinician tuts as he lowers his arm in the process. A frustrated little breath, and he lifts it again, tossing a plaintive look at Astarion. Heโs misstepped somehow, as ever. ]
Iโve no intention of being eaten โ or of prostrating myself before another altar, for that matter. [ He twists to regard Astarion properly, only to be admonished and adjusted again. His nose wrinkles, elevated hand twitching, for want of an emphatic flourish. He knows how Bhaalโs ilk worship, even if heโs yet to see their gory displays first-hand. Best not to partake in life or death. ]
Orin is more than Bhaalโs child, Astarion, she is His Chosen. [ At once reverent and envious. Folly after folly. ] And a changeling in her own right. She appeared to me as Shadowheart in the woods. And in all my cleverness, [ derogatory. ] I failed to notice the ruse until she was within striking distance.
[ Gale splays both hands and, inevitably, pushes the attendant to his limits. With an exasperated huff, he drops a roll of bandages in Galeโs lap, the message clear: If you canโt sit still, you can do it yourself. ]
I gave her a shock, [ offhand, as he unrolls the bandages. How quaint, to have to await healing over time. ] made her aware my death would crater the manor, and was thus granted a stay of execution.