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NAME: Winter BIRTHDAY: December 21st FAV CAKE FLAVOR: Black Forest WHAT THEY WANT MOST FOR THEIR BIRTHDAY: To have a good time.

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[icyspicy]

I was. And many years and one warlock pact later, I enjoy my place as the guild's second in command.

[ The story of his patron is one he still has to tell. Perhaps now is as good a time as any. ]

[astarion]

Well, we share one thing in common, at least.

[Not the bit about the patron, of course. Or even being in a guild, or being second command of anything. The fact that one's past is blurry at the edges, barely remembered.

But he's curious, now that he's broached the subject yet again.]

Though... I do think you owe me the tale of your patron, if you'd care to share it still.

[icyspicy]

I don't mind.

[ There's a bit of a pause as their waiter breezes by (swims by? how does this work) with their orders, dropping them off and taking his leave again. ]

The guild's previous second in command got it in his head that I was a threat to his position, and took it upon himself to remove me from the picture. He took me to an old ruin under the pretense of a job, buried his knife in my back, and left me.

Little did he know he'd left me in the prison of the being that would become my patron. We struck a deal, my survival for their freedom.

[astarion]

[The waiter waddles by on its tail fins. Don't ask how!]

He... did what?

[Now, such a thing isn't unheard of--the despicable nature of betrayal--especially when one runs in criminal, shady circles like Astarion once did, before all the tadpole nonsense. But it still surprises him, perhaps because imagining something happening to Winter, a friend of his, really does twist uncomfortably in his chest.]

Gods. What a cad. [He'd almost be impressed, if it had happened to someone else.] And this deal, was it... palatable?

[The warlock he knew before Winter did not, ah. Exactly get along with his patron.]

[icyspicy]

[ Teal Looney Toons energy in this place. ]

One of the archfiends themselves could have offered me a deal in that moment and I would have taken it.

[ Which, while not a pleasant "what if" to explore, is quite true. Winter had been desperate, dying and hurt and angry. Anything that gave him the opportunity to continue to draw breath would have been enough, even if it had ultimately cost him his soul. ]

But, thankfully, my patron is not so ambitious. I'm left largely to my own devices, and the most they ever ask me for, after having freed them of course, is knowledge. It's part of why I'm here. To learn new things to share with them.

[astarion]

[Their waiter had been thoughtful enough to provide Astarion with a long but tiny straw, and he grasps at it with his little digits while he listens to Winter. His expression is the closest it can be to a frown.]

Knowledge... That's not so bad, I suppose. Especially in a place like this, where there's so much to learn, and everyone has a story to tell. No, your patron must be very happy, indeed.

[A pause, though.]

That's two things we share in common, then. [He doesn't mean about the patron, obviously.]

[icyspicy]

[ Winter's brow creases as he tries to work through what Astarion could possibly mean. The adorableness of the little bat with a little straw is shoved aside for now. ]

Now, I know you're not a warlock who's been holding out on me. So, what, then?

[astarion]

[He doesn't drink just yet, but holds the straw in place with one "paw", his other wing drooping at his side.]

That you would have taken any opportunity presented to survive. That you didn't want death to sweep you away. That's how I ended up as a vampire, you know. Attacked in the night, left to bleed out... and my future "master" offering me eternal life to "save" me.

[At the expense of so, so much.]

Between the two of us, however, you ended up with a much better bargain.

[icyspicy]

[ Winter wouldn't... well, no, he might wish what he went through on his worst enemy, less the life-saving warlock pact at the end of the road. But a friend? Especially one he considers dear, he wouldn't want them to go through any part of what he went through.

Knowing Astarion knows quite intimately what it's like to be left for dead makes something in his chest twist, and he frowns. ]

Hells, Astarion. I'm so sorry.

[astarion]

[It's hard to know what to do with empathy, other than allowing it to turn over in his head, wonder at the nature of him earning it, and letting it settle quietly inside of him. His tone edges wry.]

Yes, well. I am, too. Sorry that it happened to both of us. But glad, as well, that someone else... knows what it's like.

[Though he'd not ever wish it on a friend, either. An enemy though? Happily.]

It's terrifying.

[To him it was.]

[icyspicy]

It is.

[ What a terrible thing to be able to bond over, but where Sumina had shed tears of compassion for him over this story, Astarion understands. That somehow settles in him as all the more poignant. ]

I'd never been so scared in my life. Or angry.

[astarion]

I was angry, too. Though that came well after.

[How could it not, when the dawning realization of what he had become was impossible to ignore? But with Winter, having to strike that deal in the wake of a betrayal, that anger must have been scorching and immediate.]

So what did you do? After you made your deal and managed to survive?

[icyspicy]

[ It had been. It nearly burned him alive. Perhaps it's a mercy that it wasn't left to fester. ]

I did to that man what he tried to do to me, only I didn't fail. And then I was given his job.

[astarion]

[Good, he thinks. The man got what was coming to him, and it appeals to his baseline violent tendencies to hear it. Astarion's fangs flash a little, and it won't be hard to imagine that, were he an elf, the corners of his smile would be sharp, indeed.]

It sounds to me like he got what he deserved.

[icyspicy]

[ He can picture the sharp little grin on Astarion's elven features quite easily. It's still funny on a bat, though. ]

That he did. What of your own situation? I know precious little about how vampires work, apart from the obvious.

[astarion]

[Well. He's going to need a long pull from his glass before he starts to explain this, and he does before he continues.]

How vampires work... To put it simply, I'm not a true vampire like my old master was. I'm what you call a vampire spawn, created to be little more than a thrall with very little of the advantages that a full vampire possesses.

[icyspicy]

... I see.

[ With that new context, he can guess at where this is going. The man appeared to Astarion to offer him salvation, but it landed him in shackles — real or metaphorical — instead. ]

And your master?

[astarion]

[He's correct.

The sound he makes, still very bat-like, is low and unflattering.]

His name was Cazador. And his ambition was matched only by his cruelty. Needless to say, his promise of "eternal life" was more a curse than a blessing. It's bad enough, being a spawn. But being a spawn under the control of such a sadistic master...

[One can imagine it's not pleasant.]

[icyspicy]

You were trapped.

[ That look of concern still sits on the warlock's face, but there's something angry that starts to flicker in pale eyes, too. It's only Astarion's use of the past tense that stops it from becoming any more than that. ]

What happened to him?

[ Something awful, he hopes. ]

[astarion]

[He sees it, Winter becoming angry for his sake. And for now, he relishes in it — that, and the inevitable reveal.]

Oh, him? I killed him.

[Something awful, indeed.]

It’s a sordid tale, I warn you. If you want to really hear it.

[icyspicy]

[ Oh, thank the gods. Winter was already imagining having to storm into Baldur's Gate to do something stupid. There's a bit of relief that slips into his expression. ]

I'd like to hear it, if you don't mind telling it.

[astarion]

[It's not easy to retell, but he doesn't mind it. No, he wouldn't have offered otherwise.

Winter's earned this tale by now. And for once, it's a blessing to be a bat -- perhaps some of the harder bits to relay will be spoken more easily knowing that his expressions can't be so straightforwardly read.]

Suppose we should start at the beginning, then. After I was turned, I was practically enslaved. There was no running from him, no escape. A vampire spawn is literally under the thrall of their master. [That was no metaphor.] Anything he willed, I would have no choice but to do. No manner of willpower could break me free, and the punishment for even trying would have been... severe.

[He feels the anger coiling up, the disgust. Even free of that influence, it will have left its mark for many years to come.]

And under his service, I spent two centuries luring back poor, witless souls to his palace. For the sake of his own meals, or so I thought at the time. In the meanwhile, I was only ever permitted to feed on rodents and insects.

[icyspicy]

[ Ah, no. The anger is back, even if the man responsible is dead. Even if Astarion tales only the bare bones of his tale, the list of injustices here is long. Two centuries of being without one's own will, being made to lure others to their deaths, and left to starve for his troubles. ]

Hells, Astarion. How did you get away?

[astarion]

[He really shouldn't feel an almost-glee at seeing someone else angry at his circumstances, but he does. It's vindicating.]

I got away by being kidnapped. [Here, he laughs, and it's truly amused. The irony of how these things work; to be saved from his awful circumstances by finding himself in an equally terrible one.] By that rather pesky Illithid nautiloid. And thus, earning that wiggly little tadpole in my brain.

That was one advantage I didn't mention to you at the time. As well as enduring sunlight, and running water, and being able to enter homes without an invitation... I was free from Cazador's control.

[icyspicy]

[ Winter feels for others, yes, but it's rare that he gets angry. Astarion's circumstances strike at something in him... or perhaps they strike at something in him Because it's Astarion. He's not going to bother to untangle that right now.

It's dreadfully unfair, what his friend went through. ]

Oh. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. [ Fucking Illithids!! ] But it seems you got your chance to put an end to the man who made your life a living hell. I'm glad.

[ A beat. And then, not without a little amusement: ] It sounds to me like he got what he deserved.