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Date: 2025-05-30 05:07 am (UTC)
sanguivorous: (Frown -Asshole)
From: [personal profile] sanguivorous
[It's hard to tell what all emotions just swarmed through Astarion's brain like angry bees. Most definitely anger, the one feeling he is most familiar with; a fury not at Taryon but Johnny, and every bit of his vampiric being tells him to attack. But that is, fortunately, tempered by everything else he feels that stuns him. Hurt. Confusion. But also logic, reason, tries to contain the emotions: Taryon had said he hadn't seen him since then. (Had he been lying?) No, Taryon is a terrible liar! (Why did he invite him to his room now?) It's his room, he's allowed to invite whomever he wishes! (He should have told you he was thinking about it!) Should he have??

His expression is mostly slack as he goes through all that, eyes wide as if to match Taryon's. Then the quickest flash of angry brows. Then settling on stoic, but tense. Like a statue trying hard not to shatter.

His hand curls around Taryon's in an effort to ground himself, (and, yes, maybe possessively). Astarion breathes in sharply, then out, and obviously lies:]


No.

Date: 2025-05-30 02:34 pm (UTC)
likemybooks: Taryon glancing to the side nervously (uncertain)
From: [personal profile] likemybooks
[He just wanted to say hello to an acquaintance he hadn't spoken to in months, and instead he's introduced two cats that hate each other despite his wildest hopes that they would get along.

He turns to Astarion, who is clearly lying. He looks at Johnny, glaring. He could let them sit in silence and risk something worse, or he can distract them.

So, he slaps his hand on his knee and attempts to stand, but Astarion is hold his hand too tightly that Tary won't risk breaking their contact. He remains seated.]
Now that we've met each other, how about we play a game of cards? Or a board game? We can even bring in Doty if we need a fourth player!

Date: 2025-05-30 09:27 pm (UTC)
sanguivorous: (Angry -Sour face)
From: [personal profile] sanguivorous
What?

[He is offended, though maybe not how Johnny was aiming for. He has been naked in front of all sorts of men, so Johnny is absolutely no threat to his modesty nor his beauty. However, his mind went right to how Taryon couldn't even soak in a Jacuzzi bath with Astarion without being anxious and putting on a swimsuit. If this odd, sudden challenge was going to disconcert anyone it would be him.]

With such a childish suggestion you might as well play music so Taryon and I can play musical chairs.

Date: 2025-05-31 03:59 am (UTC)
likemybooks: <user name = jessecuster site = insanejournal.com> (what?)
From: [personal profile] likemybooks
[Taryon stiffens at the horrendous idea of Strip Poker.] No, I'm notโ€”

[Games of a sexual nature were not designed for nerdy Roch boys. Though it's not a suggestion he anticipated, Tary can brush it off as a joke made in poor taste. After all, most of Vox Machina could be as bad as Johnny.

But Astarion. Astrion, who had to undress for others' needs and will. With scars on his back that will surely draw questions. Taryon doesn't care about the bad idea, he's worried how this will upset his boyfriend, who does not sound happy at all.

He makes a small noise, a premature attempt to speak. His head swivels between the two men.]


Really, I'm not angry. I don't like either od those ideas, so maybe we can try something else...?

Date: 2025-05-31 04:17 am (UTC)
sanguivorous: (Frown -Head tilt and down idk wtf you do)
From: [personal profile] sanguivorous
[His eyes widen again as this man calls Taryon a...a boytoy? Oh, his instincts are burning inside of him, but he just calmly, if in a very biting tone, replies:]

I'm sorry, of course we can try something else, since Taryon obviously can have as many friends as he pleases and have them over to play games or listen to music. [He looks at Taryon, an eyebrow raised.] Tell me, my dear, do you have many friends that call you a "boytoy"?

Date: 2025-05-31 05:04 am (UTC)
likemybooks: Taryon looks confused while talking (wait a moment)
From: [personal profile] likemybooks
[There are some serious conversations he must have with both of these guys, but that has to wait until they're separated. One of them has to leave first, or Taryon has to tell both of them to leave his room and he'll spend the night alone. Then, he has to figure out how to confront his friends without wishing to be swallowed by the ground.

Like Johnny, he needs something in his mouth to handle all this. He twists the top of the bottle of peach tea and takes a big swig of the subtle, sweet drink.]


...I have be called a pretty boy by my friends. I thinks that's close enough. [A forced grin directed at Astarion. Gods, it feels like he's on the verge of slapping Johnny. When did he get so jealous? He used to think that the only issue was being oblivious to Astarion's flirting back then.]

I'm sorry for...[shit, who should he apologize for?] All this. I thought this would be a fun time to get to know each other, but...

[Putting him on thr spot with no warning ears that he doesn't have hours to prepare a speech. He has no argument that can calm both of them, and now they're arguing about his feelings while he's sitting right there. Maybe not out of malice, this isn't his father planning an arranged marriage purely for financial gain behind his back, but Taryon is being flung back to the not so distant past when his thoughts were irrelevant. He was the heir, a thing to show off to other families like the expensive furniture. Or he was the intruder to an established mercenary group who was both a figure of ire and of entertainment.

He's not someone filling the role of a naive damsel about to be swept away by a rogue. He takes another large gulp of the tea.]
You know, you don't have to fight over me. I am literally an adult and I'm fine with dating who I want and having friends over. I think that's normal? Inviting people over? [A side glance at Astarion, then a questioning looking at Johnny. He surely must have had a more normal childhood to better answer this.]

Date: 2025-05-31 05:30 am (UTC)
sanguivorous: (Angry -Get this brain)
From: [personal profile] sanguivorous
I'm sorry, was I out of line for finding it startling that the guest my boyfriend had over was someone that he fooled around with at a party? [Was he not allowed to have any sort of feeling about that? Yes, he had been eying Johnny when he saw him in the room before he even remembered who he was, but it wasn't as if he had laid in with the cattiness or secretly mouthing death threats to the man behind Taryon's back.

He stands, gathering up his kit.]


If I'm the problem here, I'll take my leave. It's not my home, after all, and far be it for me to dictate myself Taryon's keeper. [He looks at Taryon.] I have no reason not to trust you.

[And it's true, Astarion doesn't. Taryon liesexaggerates his tales, but he isn't, well, he's not like Astarion.]

Goodbye.

Date: 2025-05-31 05:07 pm (UTC)
likemybooks: talking to someone to the side (thoughtful)
From: [personal profile] likemybooks
[With each word, Taryon winces. At each farewell, he grits his teeth. He fucked up. He made a horrible mistake. He should have told Johnny right away that his boyfriend might stop by. He should have told Astarion that he was inviting someone over.

But did he have to? Why couldn't they stop sniping at each other? Or technically, they have. They just learned that someone else is to blame.

He stands up, unplugs his music player, tucks it into his drawer, puts away his deck of cards, and plants the bottle onto his nightstand.]


Alright. You two can leave my room. [His voice is not raised, nor is he making himself quiet. It's the gentle tone he uses when he's not trying to brag or impress others.] I can spend the day with Doty.

Date: 2025-05-31 05:10 pm (UTC)
sanguivorous: (Worried -Looking down)
From: [personal profile] sanguivorous
Wait, wait, wait--

[Astarion holds up his arms as if telling everyone to hold still because he heard something.]

All you did was kiss?

Date: 2025-05-31 05:55 pm (UTC)
sanguivorous: (Worried -He just bemusin)
From: [personal profile] sanguivorous
No! No, he didnt-- he said you didn't have sex, so...

[His voice peters out as he tries to remember what all was said that night, before Astarion had interrupted Taryon's story. Had his mind, so broken by decades of planning so salaciously, filled in the gaps as if Taryon had said it so directly?]

...so I had assumed...

Date: 2025-05-31 07:02 pm (UTC)
likemybooks: Taryon looking over his book (concerned)
From: [personal profile] likemybooks
No, Iโ€”

[Tary is deliberately turning his head to the window and avoiding either of their faces. Did he tell something more serious happened to Astarion? Has his mouth run off with embellishments to make himself more impressive and skilled? He didn't even know he had to hold back, he wasn't even aware of Astarion's feelings.

But Astarion assumed something. Yes, they didn't have sex, but what on earth was he imagining? Taryon turns to check Astarion's expression: unsure, also recalling what was said that night.

Taryon's brown furrows.]
What did you think we did?

Date: 2025-06-01 04:06 am (UTC)
sanguivorous: (Frown -Downward frown)
From: [personal profile] sanguivorous
[That quip brings Astarion out of his thoughts, and he glares at Johnny before continuing his way to the door.]

It doesn't matter what I thought, does it? I was wrong. Your honor is still intact, Johnny.

[He pauses as he lays his hand on the doorknob, and he glances over his shoulder at Taryon. His face is as flushed as a vampire spawn's can be.]

I'll speak to you later, Taryon.

[And with that, he slips out the door.]

Date: 2025-06-01 04:24 pm (UTC)
likemybooks: talking to someone to the side (thoughtful)
From: [personal profile] likemybooks
[Taryon isn't sure if he should he angry at Astarion or at himself. This whole thing is a mess. He doesn't respond to his leaving, though he gives Johnny an equally tense at his comment.]

You can leave, too. We'll...I'll talk to you later.

[He holds out a hand towards the door.]

But you really didn't have to call me all those things.

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