[ Considering the large seal that marred his own back--and how it got there--even if Astarion's fingers did find it, he wouldn't think that much of it, or remark upon it. He would simply assume Max's master was as sadistic as his own.
Clearly there were too many factors to know for certain. Astarion was 200 years old, but what did that even mean in terms of undeath? Was it different for him, being a vampire spawn--and having his little passenger sleeping dormant in his head, allowing him to walk in sunlight and cross any threshold he liked without the need for invitation?
He sighed. He had quite a learning curve ahead of him, didn't he. Perhaps the game in the woods, coupled with a few sips of kith blood, would suffice HANG ON HOL' UP-- ]
...Wait. I'm sorry, your master here? [ Explain, Max, cause he is confusion. ]
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Date: 2020-12-22 07:51 pm (UTC)Clearly there were too many factors to know for certain. Astarion was 200 years old, but what did that even mean in terms of undeath? Was it different for him, being a vampire spawn--and having his little passenger sleeping dormant in his head, allowing him to walk in sunlight and cross any threshold he liked without the need for invitation?
He sighed. He had quite a learning curve ahead of him, didn't he. Perhaps the game in the woods, coupled with a few sips of kith blood, would suffice HANG ON HOL' UP-- ]
...Wait. I'm sorry, your master here? [ Explain, Max, cause he is confusion. ]