Baby, you’re perfect

[buckynats]

find the word.

+ top level with your person. prefs/canon info/etc.
+ other people will reply with the first word that comes to their character's mind to describe yours. it could be about their appearance (consider this an 'are they beautiful?' meme if you wanna), their personality, or the mystique that may or may not surround (they're...interesting). break out the thesaurus.
+ your person reacts.
+ thread.

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[wanderment]

I've got to tell Astarion when I get back.

[ aaaand now she's laughing, clawed hands covering her face. ]

[exterminatory]

[ For all he knows she comes from a place of gentle rainbows and friendly unicorns, where lizard people have never had to contend with anything more offensive than a lack of rough rocks to aid in shedding skin. Yet he's impressed that his description seems to impress her; and also, not a little pleased to have (even tangentially) made her laugh. ]

You think that's share-worthy, wait till I get to the worms.

1/2

[wanderment]

It gets worse!?

[ she's since stopped laughing, and with her eyes so wide now it's clear that the sclera is actually flickering — fire dancing behind slit pupils. ]

cw: parasites.

[wanderment]

[ a solid shake of her head. a heavy sigh. ]

And I thought the illithid worms were bad.

[ one hand rests at her hip while the other taps her right temple. ]

Won't turn me into a vampire, but still not a fun time.

[exterminatory]

[ Well, the flickering is— different. But he's held Quinlan's gaze, and whatever hers has got going on, at least it isn't baleful. ]

I'd say so. [ Obviously quite game to expound, he only slows up after she taps her temple. There's a new note to him then, not a hesitation so much as a consideration. Frankly reassessing, although it fails to silence him. ]

These worms transmit the strain that make people into strigoi. They're nasty, goopy and bitey. Burrow into ya like nobody's business. Come gushing out of that mouth-tentacle in swarms, but all it takes is one.

So how's your little buddy work? [ And he doesn't even try to sound casual. ]

[wanderment]

[ ... hm, she's rethinking the option of telling astarion about this now that everything has just gotten so much worse.

honestly, thorn doesn't know why she's so surprised — "so much worse" is the theme of her life since she got snatched up by that nautiloid. ]

See, where I come from, a vampire just drains you dry to turn you. [ completely and fully, and thorn always counts her blessings that astarion's never taken more than he's needed in the night. then again, she trusts him, and he's never betrayed that trust.

at the question posed, the dragon draws in a slow breath. her lips press together as she tries to think of the best way to explain it to someone who may not have even the slightest bit of context. ] ... Weirdly, kind of like that, only with four tentacles. It's called "ceremorphosis," and after a period of seven days, it's supposed to turn me into a soulless alien squid.

[ supposed to. it's definitely been longer than seven days. ]

[exterminatory]

[ If he had time to think on it, he'd be somewhat curious about Astarion, and absolutely about vampires in her world in general. But this illithid thing has trumped the fun exchange of bloodsucker factoids.

And it was kinda fun, up to and including her laughter. He's cognizant of that, even as something in his brain has unreservedly hit the time-for-business switch.

So Fet doesn't say jeez real sorry to hear that, or well that's hideous or somebody's gotta be able to help you, right? He just looks at her, arms still loose at his sides. (Though bears poised to swipe salmon stay loose-limbed, too, prepped to burst into motion without once relinquishing that heightened readiness of muscle.) He looks at her and asks: ]

And whaddya plan to do about it?

1/2

[wanderment]

You know, I've been thinking about that these past few weeks.

[ her arms cross loosely, a thoughtful look flickering on her features. ]

For the most part I was thinking I'd faff about a bit — do some dungeon crawling; get involved with strangers' problems, maybe solve them? If they ask? [ a tilt of her head, eyes narrowing, still thinking. ] Then I'll lift some curses, flirt with my companions, solve their problems with the power of love and friendship...

[ she snaps her fingers, grinning: ]

Oh, and steal absolutely everything not nailed down.

[wanderment]

[ but then her demeanor visibly shifts — gradual, but noticable: ]

But instead, I think I'll just kill the people who did this to me.

eons later 🙈 no presh to cont ofc!!

[exterminatory]

[ Professional reassessing notwithstanding, his face stays readable: the progression of reaction, while she enumerates possibilities, as clear as if captioned. He makes no effort to hide that he's still watching her closely, but so too he gives free rein to his brows, which start quirking wry right at "dungeon crawling." After "strangers' problems" they loosen up in a kind of dopey, grudgeless oh-hey-touché; and by "power of love and friendship," he's grinning too. Not as broadly as he's capable of, but not in spite of himself either. ]

I can dig it, [ he replies equably. After she's said that last bit. Though he doesn't for a moment mistake the shift in her, or doubt its seriousness.

It's what he'd plan to do himself, after all. ]

rolls into you!!!!!

[wanderment]

[ even through her rambling, thorn kept an eye on vasiliy's reactions. thorn's always prided herself on being insightful (all those years living on her own forced her to learn or die), and a person can convey a lot with the slightest change in expression. ]

Oh good! [ but her shift comes quickly, dropping the serious infection for a more light-hearted, teasing tone. ] I'm glad you approve. Now I know I'm on the right track.

[ it's edged in a touch of sarcasm, but there's no mean spirit behind it. ]

So what about you?