[ How strange, to be called a monster and hear no revulsion, nor distaste. Astarion must well know how it feels, to be misunderstood and feel foreign to himself, and to feel less than human. Xenk doesn't often take the time for introspection, having grown accustomed to his strange un-life, but he finds he does not mind the scrutiny. Not when it is someone who has a similar lot in life. Not when it's a friend.
The contact continues to feel pleasant. Xenk has held many a hand in rescue, but never had someone trace his skin so meticulously. Not simply to observe, or perhaps even compare. Their circumstances seem to place them on opposite ends of the spectrum of life and death. Astarion, fully dead yet living so lively, choosing to go against his instincts for the sake of continuing to walk in the light. And Xenk, appearing so alive yet living so distantly, his purpose driving him forward to make up for his otherwise lack of 'frivolous' needs. One made a tool, the other a weapon. Neither of them quite the way their curses intended them to be. ]
The Beckoning Death turned They's mightiest warriors into mindless soldiers. They and his Red Wizards are as puppets in the hands of Szass Tam.
[ Xenk takes that drink of water, with his free hand. ]
Your touch is pleasant.
[ It's definitely going to make him stop, but Xenk is just. Stupid. ]
no subject
[ How strange, to be called a monster and hear no revulsion, nor distaste. Astarion must well know how it feels, to be misunderstood and feel foreign to himself, and to feel less than human. Xenk doesn't often take the time for introspection, having grown accustomed to his strange un-life, but he finds he does not mind the scrutiny. Not when it is someone who has a similar lot in life. Not when it's a friend.
The contact continues to feel pleasant. Xenk has held many a hand in rescue, but never had someone trace his skin so meticulously. Not simply to observe, or perhaps even compare. Their circumstances seem to place them on opposite ends of the spectrum of life and death. Astarion, fully dead yet living so lively, choosing to go against his instincts for the sake of continuing to walk in the light. And Xenk, appearing so alive yet living so distantly, his purpose driving him forward to make up for his otherwise lack of 'frivolous' needs. One made a tool, the other a weapon. Neither of them quite the way their curses intended them to be. ]
The Beckoning Death turned They's mightiest warriors into mindless soldiers. They and his Red Wizards are as puppets in the hands of Szass Tam.
[ Xenk takes that drink of water, with his free hand. ]
Your touch is pleasant.
[ It's definitely going to make him stop, but Xenk is just. Stupid. ]