[ At once, for the frost blue lights, he breathes a soft, ] Oh.
[ It's a small spell, sure, but Matt can't help grinning. He so rarely gets to cast with other people--one of the prices of secrecy. There's definitely truth to the notion that preternaturals have a way of finding each other, but for whatever reason, most of Matt's preternatural acquaintances have been ... well, vampires. His smile fades into a more thoughtful expression as he watches the lights swirl around each other. ]
I think I can imagine, yeah. [ Not that it requires imagination to think of vampires cast as perpetual outsiders, treated poorly. It's harder to envision magic being treated any better. At the question, Matt glances from the lights to Astarion's face; the inquiry, perhaps strangely and perhaps not, is a painfully familiar one. ] No. [ Quiet. Almost gentle. ] Of course I didn't.
[ A pause. ]
He wasn't good for me, [ Matt adds, in the spirit of completeness. ] But the ways he wasn't good to me had nothing to do with his diet.
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[ It's a small spell, sure, but Matt can't help grinning. He so rarely gets to cast with other people--one of the prices of secrecy. There's definitely truth to the notion that preternaturals have a way of finding each other, but for whatever reason, most of Matt's preternatural acquaintances have been ... well, vampires. His smile fades into a more thoughtful expression as he watches the lights swirl around each other. ]
I think I can imagine, yeah. [ Not that it requires imagination to think of vampires cast as perpetual outsiders, treated poorly. It's harder to envision magic being treated any better. At the question, Matt glances from the lights to Astarion's face; the inquiry, perhaps strangely and perhaps not, is a painfully familiar one. ] No. [ Quiet. Almost gentle. ] Of course I didn't.
[ A pause. ]
He wasn't good for me, [ Matt adds, in the spirit of completeness. ] But the ways he wasn't good to me had nothing to do with his diet.