[ It's an odd situation, Astarion thinks to himself.
The nature of it is odd in itself - being attacked and turned, not being certain of what was happening but knowing only that he now belonged to someone else, enslaved. It's not something that anyone could have imagined for him, nor could he have predicted it for himself. He was terribly young when Cazador turned him, comparatively, and surely no one could blame him if the shock of it all had been enough to traumatise most of his memories off and away, leaving him with barely a recollection of how he had even appeared.
When he tries to think about it, it is totally foreign. He can remember a little of the curve of his jaw, and the curls in his hair, but defining features? He knows those only through touch now, from being able to reach out and sense the shape of himself. Not only that, but he wouldn't trust the descriptions of most others, considering most of the time he was attempting to seduce them back for their lives to be taken from them. The idea of trusting someone who wanted to sleep with him to be honest was ridiculous.
Lifting his head a little, he looks at Tav before he speaks. ]
I cannot imagine us having time enough between fighting, monsters, strangers and wiggling creatures in our brains, but I suppose we can make an effort.
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The nature of it is odd in itself - being attacked and turned, not being certain of what was happening but knowing only that he now belonged to someone else, enslaved. It's not something that anyone could have imagined for him, nor could he have predicted it for himself. He was terribly young when Cazador turned him, comparatively, and surely no one could blame him if the shock of it all had been enough to traumatise most of his memories off and away, leaving him with barely a recollection of how he had even appeared.
When he tries to think about it, it is totally foreign. He can remember a little of the curve of his jaw, and the curls in his hair, but defining features? He knows those only through touch now, from being able to reach out and sense the shape of himself. Not only that, but he wouldn't trust the descriptions of most others, considering most of the time he was attempting to seduce them back for their lives to be taken from them. The idea of trusting someone who wanted to sleep with him to be honest was ridiculous.
Lifting his head a little, he looks at Tav before he speaks. ]
I cannot imagine us having time enough between fighting, monsters, strangers and wiggling creatures in our brains, but I suppose we can make an effort.
[ One eye remains open. ]
If you'd like.