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ellis ginsberg. ([personal profile] heorte) wrote2019-09-10 03:02 pm
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2021-09-01 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, it's lovely. Exactly the way Astarion had hoped to spend his evening, in fact: pinned between a sturdy, handsome fighter and a lithe, dangerous-looking rogue— only without the minor detail of nearly being pulled apart by them.

There are splinters in his perfect curls, his footing nothing but show at this point, and what was supposed to be a graceful, glorious dance of death has now devolved into a rather stupid looking brawl in a dead end that reeks of fungus and filth. So. For the record, not one of his best nights.

Still, even as Astarion snarls and curses (insults intended for Ellis just as much as their enemies, apparently), Ellis is infinitely better suited for this than the narrow-bodied man clinging to Astarion's other arm: after a few moments of chaos, the thief lets go.

And if Ellis isn't quick enough on his feet, that means that he and Astarion both are going to— much like any rapidly ended game of tug-of-war— wind up veering backwards in a heap of limbs and lost balance.
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2021-09-05 10:10 am (UTC)(link)
Astarion at least manages better in the grand scheme of things: not just in pain and its measurement, but in the swifter reflexes that have him— while Ellis reels under briefly singing pain— rushing to his feet in some guarded, snapping response, daggers already outstretched.

Splintered wood still clinging to dark clothes.

"I'm a blood mage," he snaps at the trio, a hurried bluff. One of them bleeding so profusely that he'll no doubt slump over dead if he isn't ferried to a healer in short order, the other skinnier one still gone gaunt with dogged wariness. It's the last that looks the most reluctant to turn tail and leave. The strongest, the tallest, the most dangerous of the pack.

"Come any closer, and it'll be a demon you're contending with."

The knifepoint in his hand glints. Astarion tilts it backwards, closer to his own wrist, red eyes glinting in low light.

It takes an excruciatingly long moment before they give up. Before the thinnest whispers something, and the wounded gurgles something, and with a resentful snarl that wicked band departs, slinking back into darkness.
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2021-09-30 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
It is a lie. Not his best work, of course. A little rough-edged compared to his usual flair and form, but given the make of their opponents, it's hardly the end of the world.

"Thank you." He preens, chin tipping higher for a beat— until he smells the acidic tang of blood, and remembers the damage he'd never truly been able to appraise. His attention twists for it, the rest of him following that same tread, brow furrowing for a tepid beat as he tries to get a good look at it.

"Small price to pay for clearing the streets tonight, I suppose. Not that they won't come washing back in like the tide tomorrow."
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2021-10-13 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
“Brave lad.” Astarion says teasingly— clearly settled by the sight of something so very superficial despite the welling redness washed stark across Ellis' skin.

“But I suppose it won’t do to have you meandering about like that in search of a meager patch-up.” Or slithering back to dig up a medical kit, making the mishap all the more obvious to anyone that might be watching.

“My home isn’t far. Come with me, and we’ll clean you up better than any dishrag or chips of ice could possibly manage.”

It's a diversion from patrolling, true, but a brief intermission won't damage much by Astarion's estimates.
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2021-10-14 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Kind, Ellis says, and it earns a disapproving snort from the otherwise silent companion at his side as they travel. A little mood music before he cracks open the heavy iron door (Kirkwall’s perpetual specialty) and ushers them both inside— already digging through a nearby box of clutter like a rodent in search of the bandaging kept on hand.

“Exactly the way I prefer my business: discreet. A surprise to the last drop.” Astarion agrees coolly, flexing a tepid grin as he pulls a length of clean gauze and a small pot of ointment free.

“But yes, cozier than a borrowed bunk in a high tower. Cozier than anything that doesn’t have my name attached to it— though trust me when I say it’ll get better in time.”

Because between the used objects, trinkets and what (some) might even consider useless trash, there are some clearly valuable odds and ends. Expensive. Maybe even rare.

But then when everything’s dumped in scattered heaps throughout, it doesn’t exactly inspire a sense of wonder.

“Now then, shirt up, darling. You can share a drink with me once it won’t come spilling right back out of that gash in your side.”
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2021-10-14 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Ha ha indeed.

“If it was, I’ll only be wasting good supplies.” Astarion puffs in turn as he moves nearer, finding some sort of unique amusement in the reversal of their prior roles: how it’d been Astarion, once before, who’d teased and sighed and promised his injuries were nothing to be mentioned— let alone fussed over.

Well. Good.

Another owed favor squared away, as it were.

He dips the gauze into the salve first, saturating it, before tucking it against the gash with deft care. The cold might make it awful regardless, between the ointment and Astarion’s own fingertips.

“But I’m sure if it comes down to you dropping dead somewhere else, I can just fleece your corpse to recoup my losses.”
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2021-10-15 11:30 am (UTC)(link)
“Yes yes I know, Grey Wardens. Poorest souls to ever exist.”

He waits a few beats longer before his hold shifts, more to the knuckles than the pads of his fingertips, sliding down into flattened pressure as he draws up a longer section of clean linen—and begins the tedious work of wrapping it, now that he’s certain the bleeding is stanched.

The scent of iron in the air is alluring to his senses, close at is is. He thinks absently of Wysteria scolding him for being too skittish about asking for Thedosian blood.

He puts that thought, irritating as sand, away.

“But I’d still argue I’d be able to trade what you’ve got on you for a little wrapping and a pot of ointment— even if it means selling off some of your hair.”

A pause, his lips pursing.

“Or teeth.”
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2021-10-17 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
“Telling me how to do my job? Bossy.” Astarion scolds, all mock offense and muted tone.

Even so, he waits until he’s finished binding and pinning the last of that wrapping before his hand finds its way back into place against Ellis’ side. He can feel a heartbeat through it. Sharper senses. Simple function.

Or maybe he’s just imagining that fact, like some sort of half-forgotten, predatory instinct.

Either way, knee to the floor and hand to a man’s unclothed torso, it’s more than a little restrictive as far as exchanges go. Much as Astarion likes to tease, insatiability etched into the marrow of his wicked bones, sitting like this isn’t the most thrilling way to burn waning daylight.

“Do me a favor at least. There’s a bottle of wine beside you: uncork it and fill any of the cups just there.” All of them have been used, of course— but there’s no need to tell Ellis that.

And really, who has time to wash anything anyway?

“No point in just sitting here doing nothing to pass the time while we wait.”
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2021-10-17 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
“Maybe I like the view from down here— ever think of that?”

His chin fits itself to the slope of Ellis’ thigh without pause for either courtesy or consideration. A cat, sprawling itself in odd shapes to lounge wherever it pleases, no matter how uncomfortable it finds itself for it.

The cup he takes with his spare hand, sipping from it precisely where he rests.

“Hand on a handsome not-stranger, a good vintage to drain while I wait for him to tire, all in all it’s not the worst evening I’ve had.” His lips purse, he’s clearly thinking back on something. “Not by a long shot.”

But that aside:

“Nothing for you, though? Cross my heart, I’m not about to tattle on you for having a sip or two on the job any more than I would for our little stroll through Darktown.”
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2021-10-18 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
A loaded question.

Ellis has, after all, seen Astarion’s scars. Somewhere inside the skull of a fighter lies the knowledge that the elf has had— by almost any standards— more than a handful of unpleasant nights. More than most, in fact.

So it’s either a clumsy conversational shift, or...

“...you don’t want to know. Or, I suppose I should say that if you do want to know, you’re a glutton for punishment.”

But as they say, one good turn deserves another:

“Call me curious. What do you have a taste for these days?”
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2021-10-19 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
“For the same reason I don’t do well with being bossed around for anyone else’s benefit.” He sighs absently, taking a longer sip this time.

“My former master is gone. Far, far out of reach, or— I’m out of his. Either way, the point is, I needed something for myself. Something I could own, even if only partially.”

His fingers flex against Ellis’ side, repositioning by degrees, and surprisingly gentle about the ordeal: contrary to popular belief, Astarion has it in him to be kind, when he wants to be.

“The other elves can rot in their Alienage. I’m going to do better. Go farther.”
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2021-10-21 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Leave if you want, but I think it's rather obvious there's no one else and nothing else here to occupy my time."

The last of his wine goes down smoothly with a tip of his head backwards, briefly drawing his chin away from the comfortable warmth of Ellis' leg. And when he sets the empty goblet to one side it's on the floor somewhere just beyond the space where they're sitting, another piece of the clutter rearranged for yet another day.

His hand, however, remains fixed in place.

"I won't complain if you decide to stay."
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[personal profile] illithidnapped 2021-10-24 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
“How tiresome it must be, always fighting to keep everyone else at arm’s length.”

His chin lifts, his posture shifting— he slips his weight sidelong to one heel before the rest of him follows, rising. A little stiff from sitting idle, but his muscles remember grace well enough to make that truth far from transparent in the moment

When he pulls his hand from Ellis’ own, it’s not unkindly.

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