[ That kind of desire for revenge isn't a stranger to Astarion — it's a fraction of what he feels about Cazador. But I want them to be reminded they failed; it strikes him as young, as something hot and wretched born out of the immediate aftermath of a trauma, perhaps only because he's spent so long focusing all of his ill intention upon a single point.
So he doesn't respond right away (he's not unaware that the manner of Parisa's death has put a rather large target on his back), instead leaving, some time within the next day, a white linen shirt outside of her door, her name carefully stitched, in strawberry-colored thread, into an inner seam. A change of clothes, as stated; he doesn't presume that he ought to be the one to draw her a bath. ]
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So he doesn't respond right away (he's not unaware that the manner of Parisa's death has put a rather large target on his back), instead leaving, some time within the next day, a white linen shirt outside of her door, her name carefully stitched, in strawberry-colored thread, into an inner seam. A change of clothes, as stated; he doesn't presume that he ought to be the one to draw her a bath. ]