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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]

[ That laugh untwists some of that unpleasantness coiling in his chest, and Winter casts a smile at the vampire-turned-bat across from him. ]

It really, really is.

[ Winter's own brand of revenge had been brief and emotional, his anger made manifest in the magic that punched its way through his would-be killer's ribs. It wasn't pretty by any means. But it was his. And it was absolute. ]

My lips are sealed. [ He's sure Gale knows as much anyway, sharp fellow that he is. ] For me... it was over and done in moments. He looked at me like he'd seen a ghost, and that was the last thing he ever saw.

[astarion]

[He loves to hear it. Even if it was brief, the tale appeals to him, and how could it not? Revenge is so keenly entwined with violence that he can't help but to play the scene out in his head and be satisfied by the results. maybe one day a memshare for this in Caelum-verse, too]

Gods, I imagine that was quite the fright for him. You must have been livid. And I bet that was a very [hot] handsome look on you, though of course I'd not wish betrayal again on you just to see it.

[icyspicy]

I don't know that I've ever been that angry before or since.

[ Which means that Astarion isn't likely to get a look at it, unless they do go sharing memories. ]

I'm not keen to feel that way again, so you'll just have to let your imagination do the work on that one.

[astarion]

Hm, well. Maybe it’s just the idea of you in a proper fight I wouldn’t mind seeing sometime.

[Astarion stop letting your imagination go wild. Well, it’s fine — he likes his smile just as much.

Another sippy of his drink!!]

And so you’ve gone nothing but flourish since then, I assume. You do seem rather happy with the state of things, if you don’t mind me saying so.

[He’d be jealous of such contentedness, and maybe he is just a little. But once again, he just finds himself mostly glad for it; Winter’s found a very rare thing that many others struggle to capture.]

[icyspicy]

I'm sure we could find a floor on the hotel to facilitate that if you really wanted. I've not needed to sling many spells around since those... ninjas invaded some months ago.

[ Mariah Scarey doesn't count since she used reflect and he decided to get the hell out of Dodge. ]

You're not wrong. I realize I'm one of the lucky ones. I made my pact a decade ago, and I've been fine ever since. Would that we could all find such stability.

[astarion]

I’d drink to that. To stability!

[Toast or not, he will, in fact, drink to it. This glass of blood will be drained empty by this tiny bat yet!]

Ah, actually, if you’re ever in the mood to spill actual blood, there’s a floor just for that. A fight club floor, I think. Though I’m not entirely sure why there’s so much soap.

[icyspicy]

[ Winter laughs, and does indeed bring his glass over to tink lightly against Astarion’s. ]

To stability.

[ Followed by a long drink from his glass. He motions to the waiter, wherever he’s swum off to, for a refill. ]

Is that that that floor is for? Reiju and I found it but we were lost as to the purpose. No one tried to fight either of us while we were there.

[astarion]

Oh, you found it. Yes, that's very much what that floor is for. But they're very strict about their rules.

[Waves a wing, all fiddly-like.]

Did you take your shoes off? Remove your shirt? No fighting for you if you can't be bothered.

[icyspicy]

[ It's clear that Astarion has had a much different experience on that floor than Winter did. ]

No one was there to explain the rules, so no, I didn't. We just sort of wandered around for a bit and left.

[astarion]

[Boy, he sure did. Thanks, Amelia.]

Hm. Once my body's back to how it should be, let's go sometime. You and I. We can make a few poor souls bleed for fun.

[astarion please]

[icyspicy]

[ Winter lifts a shoulder, as if to say "sure, why not?" though he does have to ask, ]

That can't entirely be your idea of fun, can it?

[astarion]

[What, violence? ....Y...es.

Well, maybe not entirely. But his idea of fun always reflects what he's been deprived of, or his past circumstances of lingering in the shadows, and thus among the company of those who did the same.]

I suppose I do like a fair amount of debauchery when I can get it. Why, do you have a better suggestion?

[icyspicy]

I'm just curious what a man like yourself likes to get up to. I'm a fan of debauchery, myself.

[ Not many others in the hotel apparently are, though. A shame. It makes him miss his favorite bard something awful. ]

[astarion]

[The way he feels weirdly unequipped to answer this question. He rattles things off in the same manner as reading from a shopping list.]

Ah... Er. Drinking. Gambling. Stealing. [very charlatan vibes here] Reading.

[Uhhh.]

Needlework, sometimes.

[icyspicy]

Yes, it wasn't lost on me that you likely embroidered all that nonsense on your underthings yourself.

[ Which is just. Really funny. But also not a hobby he'd expect for someone like Astarion. Then again, what else is one to do in centuries long captivity. He tilts his head a little. ]

You've not had much of a chance to discover other things to enjoy for yourself, have you?

[astarion]

[Astarion huffs. It's not nonsense if it's true!

But he tends to the question, instead, his little bat-face sobering, ears... not drooping, but lowering slightly.]

No. I never had the chance, darling. Never had... the will to, either, I think. [Some days, he was simply given to accepting his circumstances. For long stretches of time, he was driven only by apathy.] But now I'm free. And I hope to explore that freedom to its fullest.

[icyspicy]

Oh, Astarion...

[ He feels a bit bad for bringing down the mood, and he reaches across the table to offer Astarion a little scritch under his chin with a finger. It just seems like the thing to do when there's a bat looking at him so sadly. ]

If there's anything I can do to help to realize that goal, you need only say the word.

[astarion]

[Ah— oh. Winter leans in and gives him a scritch beneath his furry little chin, and it’s so unexpected that he doesn’t know how to react, other than… instinctively.

Lifts his head, ears flicking. His eyes close.]

I— you—

[Help. This should be silly, and maybe a little embarrassing, but it’s an oddly fond gesture that makes something swoop in his chest. Surely not his heart, undead thing that it is, but it nearly feels like it could be.]

It’s hardly your burden to bear.

[That’s not a rejection, so much as it’s a pitiful little statement. Winter has his own priorities, doesn’t he?]

[icyspicy]

[ Of all the things, he did not expect Astarion to lean into the gesture, to take to it as if he were more bat than man. Not for the first time, Winter finds himself utterly charmed. There's a new sort of vulnerability in this interaction that wasn't there in previous ones, and he has no idea if it's because of Astarion's current form or because of the way they'd opened up to each other under the mistletoe.

Either way, he's grateful. Getting to see this side of his friend feels like something he ought not let go to waste. ]

It's hardly a burden at all, Astarion. I'm happy to help.

[astarion]

[Maybe it’s both. The mistletoe and the fact that being a bat means he feels… less like himself. Or rather, less like he has to keep to old habits, to wield flippancy and flamboyancy as a sort of shield against vulnerability.

Well. No point in overthinking it. Not right now. The offer is reassuring, and one he doesn’t mind humoring in this moment. He opens his eyes again, straightening.]

I hardly know where to start. We might just pick a floor, one day, and hope I stumble across my new favorite hobby in the process.

[icyspicy]

And why not?

[ He gives Astarion's chin one further scritch before pulling his hand away. Let him keep at least the illusion of dignity, right? ]

It seems to me that the only way to find something new is to go out looking.

1/2

[astarion]

I think, then, that-

[Bless Winter for letting him keep some dignity, because he definitely will be hanging onto whatever is left of it when, quite all of a sudden, there's another comical poof!, and the little bat is engulfed with a plume of smoke that expands and then wisps up high into the air.

Leaving... Astarion. Elf Astarion. Utterly and completely naked. But seated in his chair, at least, elbows leaning in, hunched over the very small glass of blood with its tiny straw.]

I... Er.

[astarion]

[You know, he's not precisely modest, or prudish, but Astarion sure would prefer not to be randomly naked in the middle of a cafe (which thankfully isn't crowded, it's just the two of them and a shark waiter), his everything hanging out for all the world to see. He needs a little warning first!!!

A little strained, in Winter's direction, as he very much realizes what's just happened:]

Darling, I think I need my clothes now.

[icyspicy]

[ Well. On the bright side, they were right to just wait it out. (Winter probably even has his spell slot back by now because what is this if not a short rest?) On the not so bright side, Astarion is now sitting naked in the middle of the cafe after that awfully absurd transformation back.

Winter is quick to offer the canvas bag of Astarion’s things to him across the table. ]

Go ahead. As much as I'd like to see you naked, I’ll keep an eye out.

[ He will drop a Darkness spell on their waiter or anyone else who happens to walk in. ]

[astarion]

[Well, that's sweet of him, really, willing to use his spell slots on Astarion again. For now, it won't be necessary; he grabs the canvas bag and digs through his clothes, hurriedly trying to sort them. Underwear first!!]

Aha... Would you now. No peeking; as I said, you have to earn that first.

[Anyway... He will... stand and get dressed. The quickest he can. He still has to squeeze into these tight-ass pants tho so. Give him a moment.]