[ Armand's soothing influence still lingers in Matt's mind and body, like the buzz from a glass of honeyed wine. It's why he hasn't flipped a table and alerted everyone IT'S PEOPLE AGAIN or set the centerpiece on fire or anything like that. But he's far from comfortable at this gathering; so when he thinks he can get away with it, he breaks off a couple blossoms from one of the human serving trays, pockets some mushrooms. And he heads straight for the door, where he nearly runs into-- ]
Oh.
[ Astarion. White roses in his hair--a sigh of innocence, new starts, undying love--bound up with a complicating twist of black ribbon. Matt's tense expression softens as he regards him. ]
Thanks. [ He slips across the threshold, holding the door open so Astarion can follow. He's not surprised that he'd want to leave, really. Vampires he's known have all kinds of relationships with sustenance, and even the most well-adjusted might balk at eating in front of other people. To say nothing of the harvest prom queen, surprise birthday party vibes of it all. ] You okay?
feast 10,000 years later
Oh.
[ Astarion. White roses in his hair--a sigh of innocence, new starts, undying love--bound up with a complicating twist of black ribbon. Matt's tense expression softens as he regards him. ]
Thanks. [ He slips across the threshold, holding the door open so Astarion can follow. He's not surprised that he'd want to leave, really. Vampires he's known have all kinds of relationships with sustenance, and even the most well-adjusted might balk at eating in front of other people. To say nothing of the harvest prom queen, surprise birthday party vibes of it all. ] You okay?