Gods, this is already too much planning. It's obvious in the way he's not just excited now, but growing quickly impatient, restless. That stray dog with the steak being dangled in front of him again. He shifts back and forth on his feet, aware on a rational level that, yes, they should be careful about this— but on an emotional, instinctual level, all he really wants to do is pick the lock to that cell and latch on to Alexi-whoever's neck.
But he does like being the recipient of that I believe in you face, even if it makes him a little queasy, too, so he does his best to clamp the urge down.
"Of course I can lift his keys," is the first thing Astarion says, a little offended: you doubt me? The next thing he says: "Is he supposed to have killed himself with two tiny stabs to the throat?"
Someone's going to notice, right? And even if Astarion manages to drink every drop that he can, it's still bound to be a little messy. There'll be blood coming from his neck, no way to avoid it.
"Perhaps I could— slit it, afterwards. To hide the bite marks." Where they're going to say Alexius got a knife, he hasn't yet figured out. That's detail work.
Bull thinks about it, but he's nodding. "That could work," he agrees, slow. "If it was something more unconventional." He's thinking the same as Astarion, a blade is hard to excuse, a huge fuck-up... but the cell wasn't completely empty, either. "Maybe someone slipped up and left a fork with his food." More believable, leaves tiny holes, and could conceivably be used in a suicide. Possibly. If someone was really determined.
"But then we have to go find a goddamn fork," he concludes with a sigh.
Could they frame one of the other prisoners? Samson would have motive, but he's too much of a wild card. Can they heal the bite? Bull still has a potion tucked away, but that just risks healing Alexius and getting tattled on by a goddamn ex-Magister. He leans on the stairwell wall, still thinking.
It's real obvious he's wavering on if this is possible to do safely, which probably isn't good news for Astarion getting to try human blood for the first time.
Astarion shouldn't have mentioned anything. He should have just said okay! in a chipper little tone and had Bull go distract the guard; sure, there would've been consequences, but they would have been a problem for Future Astarion instead of Present Astarion, who's gotten all worked up and hungry at the thought of this guy's blood.
His fingers twitch a little as he shifts his weight from foot to foot.
With barely suppressed agitation: "Surely you're not going to let a fork get in the way of—" A pause. He shakes out the tension in his body as best he can. Looks at Bull with the biggest, roundest, wettest eyes he can muster. "Feeding the starving."
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But he does like being the recipient of that I believe in you face, even if it makes him a little queasy, too, so he does his best to clamp the urge down.
"Of course I can lift his keys," is the first thing Astarion says, a little offended: you doubt me? The next thing he says: "Is he supposed to have killed himself with two tiny stabs to the throat?"
Someone's going to notice, right? And even if Astarion manages to drink every drop that he can, it's still bound to be a little messy. There'll be blood coming from his neck, no way to avoid it.
"Perhaps I could— slit it, afterwards. To hide the bite marks." Where they're going to say Alexius got a knife, he hasn't yet figured out. That's detail work.
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"But then we have to go find a goddamn fork," he concludes with a sigh.
Could they frame one of the other prisoners? Samson would have motive, but he's too much of a wild card. Can they heal the bite? Bull still has a potion tucked away, but that just risks healing Alexius and getting tattled on by a goddamn ex-Magister. He leans on the stairwell wall, still thinking.
It's real obvious he's wavering on if this is possible to do safely, which probably isn't good news for Astarion getting to try human blood for the first time.
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His fingers twitch a little as he shifts his weight from foot to foot.
With barely suppressed agitation: "Surely you're not going to let a fork get in the way of—" A pause. He shakes out the tension in his body as best he can. Looks at Bull with the biggest, roundest, wettest eyes he can muster. "Feeding the starving."