[He appears in a little ripple of displaced air. The wound he made on his arm is already healed, but there's a little smear of fresh blood still on the skin. It smells like blood, metallic and salty, but also different, lighter, stranger, lovelier, like the smell of a clementine compared to a grapefruit. Metallic, but glimmering metals from unknown caverns; salt, but the salt of unknown seas of thought and will and dream. But unmistakably, blood, exactly the same shade of red.
Kahl hands him a little bottle - a blue glass one ounce dropper, like they have in the infirmary, which obscures the color somewhat. Small, but full - five or six hundred drops, in that one ounce.]
One drop usually lasts a few hours. People are usually...kind of out of it. If there's any magic effects, they fade at the same time as the intoxication.
"Thank you," Astarion says, solemnly. "I, ah - I recognise that something
with such effects might cause one to form a habit. Is it physically
addictive?"
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A bottle of your blood, if it's still on offer.
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...okay. Um. I know you're not human but humans take godsblood in drops. Just...be careful?
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I will take caution such that you've never seen before, my darling. I promise.
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I'm indebted to you.
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[Which is neither strictly a refutation nor confirmation of a debt; more - he's leaving it on the table, for Astarion to define, however he prefers.]
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I know, darling.
[Which is to say 'BUT STILL'.]
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[A few minutes later,]
Should I bring it to your cabin now?
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I'll meet you there in a moment. Thank you.
[He'll be just outside the door when Kahl arrives.]
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Kahl hands him a little bottle - a blue glass one ounce dropper, like they have in the infirmary, which obscures the color somewhat. Small, but full - five or six hundred drops, in that one ounce.]
One drop usually lasts a few hours. People are usually...kind of out of it. If there's any magic effects, they fade at the same time as the intoxication.
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"Thank you," Astarion says, solemnly. "I, ah - I recognise that something with such effects might cause one to form a habit. Is it physically addictive?"
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He's not an adept enough dealer to quite have the words for no withdrawal symptoms.
"People don't crave it because it makes them crave it. Just...it's nice."
Which is a weird thing to think about your own blood, and he does make a little scrunchy face about it.
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"All right." He takes the bottle and smiles. "The next time I need a little vengeance, I'll think of you, mm?"
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