[Alucard has come to suspect that 95% of the Summoned, which is to say pretty much everyone excluding himself, Geralt, and maybe one or two other people, are not made for effective immortality. People get too bored, too restless, too itching for the novel after the first century and a half. He's seen vampires like this in Wallachia, where existing close together makes people sick of each other. Then there are clashes. Then fights, and the world burns down because a vampire feels like being dramatic.
So there being great and sudden chaos in the Horizon in the direction of the floating ship that Astarion relies on is not a surprise to the dhampir. He's heard rumors. He's ignored them and kept to his human world, working in Solvunn this time around as a black haired, grey eyed young man to create better means of storing food and sharing information. It is a quieter version of past work, but the quiet is appreciated. He has a small home and workshop at the edge of the secondary settlement, and every so often at night, he slips into the Horizon to recharge himself more fully.
To say he's surprised when the only other Summoned vampire shows up on his Horizon doorstep a little while after the crash is an understatement. Alucard's face goes on a journey. Then he just lets Astarion in, gives him the only bedroom in the little hut, and lets him just...exist. Gives a few house rules (no wild parties, no orgies, please put everything back where you found it, don't change anything in here without my permission) and then leaves him to lick his wounds.
The bigger surprise comes four months in. Alucard isn't even sure Astarion's moved from the small bedroom he has in his little Horizon hut, heated by a wood burning stove and surrounded by books.
He sighs, leaning down in the doorway.]
You should get up and at least let me change the bed linens.
Astarion; circa Divorce
So there being great and sudden chaos in the Horizon in the direction of the floating ship that Astarion relies on is not a surprise to the dhampir. He's heard rumors. He's ignored them and kept to his human world, working in Solvunn this time around as a black haired, grey eyed young man to create better means of storing food and sharing information. It is a quieter version of past work, but the quiet is appreciated. He has a small home and workshop at the edge of the secondary settlement, and every so often at night, he slips into the Horizon to recharge himself more fully.
To say he's surprised when the only other Summoned vampire shows up on his Horizon doorstep a little while after the crash is an understatement. Alucard's face goes on a journey. Then he just lets Astarion in, gives him the only bedroom in the little hut, and lets him just...exist. Gives a few house rules (no wild parties, no orgies, please put everything back where you found it, don't change anything in here without my permission) and then leaves him to lick his wounds.
The bigger surprise comes four months in. Alucard isn't even sure Astarion's moved from the small bedroom he has in his little Horizon hut, heated by a wood burning stove and surrounded by books.
He sighs, leaning down in the doorway.]
You should get up and at least let me change the bed linens.