[ He frowns at the offer a soup, and then his nose wrinkles at the insult that follows. Normally it might get a rise out of him, as he had only just seemed quite prickly and ready for banter a moment earlier, but for some reason those words just seem to suck all the air out of him, his tone defeated. Not despondent, but slightly pained. ]
Oh - what does it even matter now.
[ Astarion pulls the sheets around himself like a cocoon, shoulders slouched. Picnic or soup, it doesn't matter very much - does it? Nothing in Horizon matters. This entire space is their playground - and yet, it's been at least a century since any of his antics have felt fulfilling, here or in the Material Realm of Abraxas.
He laughs to himself, very abruptly and with little humor. ]
Maybe I ought to take a turn at appearing as some sewer-dwelling wretch for a decade or two. The change might be refreshing...
no subject
Oh - what does it even matter now.
[ Astarion pulls the sheets around himself like a cocoon, shoulders slouched. Picnic or soup, it doesn't matter very much - does it? Nothing in Horizon matters. This entire space is their playground - and yet, it's been at least a century since any of his antics have felt fulfilling, here or in the Material Realm of Abraxas.
He laughs to himself, very abruptly and with little humor. ]
Maybe I ought to take a turn at appearing as some sewer-dwelling wretch for a decade or two. The change might be refreshing...