closed.

astarion does think he can have his moments, where he gets what he likes to call good ideas, and after standing there in the entrance to one of shar's trials he found himself bored, and desperate. he had an orthon to kill. and there was an orthon, breathing and walking around still. that didn't get him any closer to knowing more about his scars, about what cazador had planned...he trusted his experience enough that whatever it was it was foul, whatever astarion could come up with in his head he expected it to be ten times worse. so, he absolutely thought that as much as it was entertaining to see shadowheart run around trying to fulfill shar's requests he could not take his mind off the damn thing.

so, do not blame him when he gently suggested to symon that they could potentially go and stake out the next trial. maybe it would give shadowheart some sort of advantage but most importantly it would put him one step closer to getting done what needed to be done. and then, symon had done the unexpected and actually follow astarion into the next imposing room. finally someone who listens to good sense and even greater instincts.

they are making up their way to the room, ceremonial statue and knife in the proper spot with another door behind them. astarion, gesturing over to the plate, an expecting look on his face. "well..." he started, displeased with the thought of having to do anything for a god. "...get on with it, then." he assumed, for the most part that symon would potentially take one for the team. "i'm guessing a little cut would be sufficient." it was kinda sad, seeing blood be wasted so terribly.

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