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[harderdaddy]

Text | Voice | Video | Action What are yah stupid? You know what ta do. kisses~

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[harderdaddy]

"Eh, people who say that ain't seen real dark, they're just tryin' ta sound profound when they ain't," Angel argues calmly, lips quirking. "But but I guess they ain't completely wrong neither? Ya do...learn shit. Just don' like how we gotta learn it."

[verynormalturnipseller]

[He's not sure how much of it Angel had the unlucky chance to mirror.]

My deal is to bring what's left of my family back--my real family.

[He's fairly certain Angel did get his hostage situation of a childhood, at least. The main branch Wen don't count.]

Somewhere far enough away that they won't get drawn into any more clan politics. But I can't go back to them, if I'm still... this. I'd just draw attention.

[harderdaddy]

[His gaze softens in understanding, and it's clear he lived enough to know why that would be his deal. And why he thinks he can't go back. He strokes along Wen Ning's cheek with a soft frown.]

Ya deserve ta be a warden, selfless deal like that. No wonder he picked ya....You deserved better, ya know that, don'tcha?

[verynormalturnipseller]

It... wasn't fair to do to a child.

[That's as close as he'll come. He made it very easy to treat him that way! But when he was six it was a bit much. And if Angel has even faint memories of the same thing...

He twists and rests one hand and his chin on Angel's knee to look up at him with puppy eyes.]

I hope you didn't... die as badly.

[They both know it's no fun being impaled, but he hopes Angel doesn't also now know what it's like to walk around like that for years.]

[harderdaddy]

[It's at least a struggle Angel could identify with even before living it out himself. Neither of them had fair starts, but admitting it is strangely hard.

Fixed with such a sweet look, Angel smiles to try and soothe it, gently pushing his hair back from his face.]

It was-...[Well, it hadn't been good, but the demon shrugs- answer enough really.] I hope Nicky weren't as much of an idiot as me, neither.

[verynormalturnipseller]

[He leans into Angel's hand, letting himself accept the soothing he asked for. It takes resolve.]

He... wasn't very different from me. Not talented enough to be any good at that life or do anything to change it.

[And no necromancer came to sew up the hole in his chest once it was put there. Someone else's discarded puppet in every life.]

I'm glad I saw your city?

[sixfeetofdirt]

"And a lot of what you learn is shit," Astarion says, a little more...contemplatively. "And rather difficult to apply, once you're out from under the crushing heel where you learnt it."

[harderdaddy]

Eh, ain't like I found a way out neither. Not a good one anyways.

[It's not much of a comfort, but it's something, and Angel offers a soft smile.]

Neither a us was dealt a good hand when we was alive, huh?

[verynormalturnipseller]

[He almost just says something philosophical about the barge or people in general, but that'd be cowardly right now.]

That's why we don't usually talk about much besides what's in front of us, isn't it? We're a lot alike. But...

[He gives Angel's knee a little squeeze.]

But I want to know you, not just the easy parts.

after breach

[verynormalturnipseller]

Since he's been staying with Angel, he's been very conscientious and attentive, even for him, fussing and soothing, making sure he earns his place here (even if that last part's no longer a conscious worry, it's an impulse he can't escape that easily).

After this last bizarre barge moment, though, he decides, just this once, to ask for reassurance instead of offer it. He waits for a quiet moment to sidle up, lean his head on Angel's arm, and say, with a mock-solemnity that masks the real discomfort, "I was engaged to Aerith." There, out loud it's absurd. Angel can tease him until he feels better about the ridiculous parts, and that should help him feel better about the whole thing.