Re: Astarion and Open, tw: stakes almost in hearts
"You don't say," Astarion's voice was shaking in a way that he couldn't help. There was blood flecked on his face; he thought most of it was his own. "I'll keep that in mind, next time," he joked back as his legs gave out under him. It wasn't the only damage he'd taken but it was the damage that was the closest to ending him.
He tasted blood. Not in the good way.
"You'll need to take it out. Don't worry about me bleeding out, but, oh thank the hells you know where the heart is," he murmured. If anyone was to take this out, the coroner was the ideal to aid him.