Childhood friends Durgestarion
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Wonderful, this day is taking a turn for the better already. And all it took was a little mischief and some (hopefully temporarily) blinded by-standers. Unable to contain his excitement at having made a new friend, Astarion grabs the other boy’s rough, claw-tipped hands.
“I’m called Astarion. What’s your name?”
“…It’s Durge.”
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- Part 1 of Childhood friends Durgestarion
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“Think of it this way: Hanging out with me is another job, one that pays a lot better than whatever it is you are already doing, no? I’m sure it’s harder work, too, keeping up with one as quick-witted and nimble as myself.”
Durge snorts. Then, his entire body begins shaking with laughter. Astarion also feels the corners of his mouth pulling into a grin.
“Do you not agree with my assessment?” He says, feigning offense.
“Not necessarily.” Durge wheezes. “Though I would also characterise you as a handful.”
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- Part 2 of Childhood friends Durgestarion
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“Astarion, you’re crushing the flowers.” Durge remarks.
“So what?” Astarion retorts. “You shouldn’t be staring at flowers; you should be watching me. What happened to keeping me safe whenever we’re out and about, hm?”
Right. But it is a little excessive to be on guard every minute when the whole of Bloomridge Park seems perfectly peaceful; nor is there any reason to take it out on the flowers. Durge knows reason would not appeal to Astarion, however, no matter how sound. Sound reasoning has never convinced his impetuous little friend of anything before.
”You’re going to get grass stains on your doublet.” He tries a different approach.
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- Part 3 of Childhood friends Durgestarion
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Free from the consequences of their last misadventures, Astarion seeks out Durge again.
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- Part 4 of Childhood friends Durgestarion
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“I was right!” Their shoulders bump together. “No escaping your designation as a kind person, my bullheaded lizard.”
Something about the way Astarion refers to him as ‘his’ makes Durge’s stomach swoop a bit.
“You make it sound almost like a bad thing. I would say you are quite kind yourself, Astarion.”
“Boo. You can have that one. Kindness doesn’t get you anything in life.”
“You really think so?”
“I told you, didn’t I? About how the patriars of the Upper City are horrid people? They probably have to be, to win their stations.” Astarion huffs, reaching for another stone on the pile. “I don’t want to be kind; I want to win.”
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- Part 5 of Childhood friends Durgestarion
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“So you were not spooked? Not even a little?” Durge asks between heavy breaths.
“No.” Astarion says easily.
“What if it was some dangerous person? Someone looking to kidnap you, or worse?”
“Bah, I knew it was you.”
“How come?”
“I just knew.”
Astarion could simply tell. Not owing to their pre-planned playdate—the day’s earlier drama had completely monopolised his mental faculties. Not even owing to the distinctive smell of Durge’s magic: rain-damp earth, a touch of decaying leaves, ozone astringency—scents in natural abundance given the coming rainstorm. His skin seems to know the way Durge’s shape, his movements, displace air. It is heartening reassurance that Astarion would probably know him blind, drawn to the other boy as a compass needle to its true north.
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- Part 6 of Childhood friends Durgestarion
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“Promise me you’ll come back. Promise me, okay?”
“I promise.”
Astarion unlatches the window, pushes it open just a hair to free his rumpled note. Even that small crack sends a ribbon of chilled air into his chamber, prickling his skin with gooseflesh. He unfolds the parchment, half-hoping for the message therein to be intact. The ink on the rain-weathered half of the note has, of course, been mostly washed off or otherwise a smudged, illegible mess.
…boring… So I thought exchanging letters would make it suck less…eaten today yet? I hope you’re not lettin… half the food from your plate again. Don’t dragonborn need to eat a lot, especially when you’re growing? I’ve been… could be worse, I guess… You would’ve kicked all their asses, I bet…
Only the inconsequential needling and quibbling of a pathetic, needy child. Astarion crumples up the note and tosses in his unlit fireplace.
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- Part 7 of Childhood friends Durgestarion