He thought back to that night, nearly a month ago, when a lanky, tattooed kid with starlit eyes and a sunshine smile had left him reeling. He remembered the sensation of the pavement giving way beneath him, of falling fast and deep and desperately. He recalled the moment when he’d realized that he could not, under any circumstances, allow that human to die, whatever the cost of saving him might be.
Dan finds himself face-to-face with Yok for a second time thanks to the benevolent interference of an old friend.
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"So…" UNAR said slowly after the other two vampires had cleared out of his office, "when did I become 'Lieutenant' to you?"
Yok was busy looking around the postage stamp of an office and trying to reconcile the harassed-looking man seated beside the cluttered desk with the mysterious and intimidating vampire he'd met in a dark alley a month ago, but he smiled at the question. "Why? Don't you like it?"
"It doesn't suit you."
Yok's smile widened. "You know me so well after one meeting, huh? You should never judge someone by how they act when they're dying."
"Wrong. That's exactly when people show their true colors."
UNAR's eyes had softened, and there was a fondness in them that made Yok's heart beat a little faster. That hint of unease Yok had noted in UNAR's expression and posture when he first stepped into the office had already begun to dissipate, and the quiet confidence he'd displayed during their first meeting seemed to be making a return. Yok was glad to see it.
"So what are my 'true colors,' then?"
UNAR leaned back in his chair. He was smiling subtly. "You're brave, stubborn… and not overly concerned with politeness."
before the fall
little headcanon that Astarion is a Sun Elf and his parents have a portrait of him framed but closeted away so they don't weep when they see it. big golden boy energy.
Yay, I designed them! They are the sun and moon gods who make up Eclipse. To learn more about them, you can check the Eclipse post. I will add that they're not officially married, but that they did swap their own rings with each other
Sun (Day) | Moon (Night) | Y/N | Eclipse | Sunna & Meno
He thought back to that night, nearly a month ago, when a lanky, tattooed kid with starlit eyes and a sunshine smile had left him reeling. He remembered the sensation of the pavement giving way beneath him, of falling fast and deep and desperately. He recalled the moment when he'd realized that he could not, under any circumstances, allow that human to die, whatever the cost of saving him might be.
Dan finds himself face-to-face with Yok for a second time thanks to the benevolent interference of an old friend.
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The low rumble of nighttime traffic issuing from the open window in Dan's office was the perfect mundane background music for the mission report he was typing on his outdated, government-issued laptop. The whine of a ceiling fan overhead was a somewhat less welcome accompaniment, but Dan had made a bet with himself to see how long his oversensitive vampiric ears could put up with it. It was a dull game, but then, it was a dull night. No patrol had been scheduled for his squad. No last-minute mission had come along to liven things up. It was the sort of night that reminded him that he didn't really need this job. He could, if he so wished, be living a life of luxurious indolence instead of sitting in a closet-sized office cluttered with dusty stacks of paperwork, electronics that only worked when they felt like it, and broken equipment that he was definitely going to get around to fixing. Someday.
A few short, sharp raps sounded at the door. Dan looked up from his laptop and lifted his brows at the tall, broad-shouldered vampire who stood in the doorway. He nearly always kept his office door open to ensure that his squad members felt comfortable approaching him, but there was one person who typically insisted on knocking anyway. Not out of politeness–Song rarely had any to spare for his oldest and dearest friend–but simply for the joy of making noise and drawing attention to himself.
Song's larger-than-life presence filled the cramped office to the crumbling drop ceiling as he stepped inside. His eyes were bright with his usual good humor, and his smile promised mischief.
I don’t think TV can ever top the desperate, pathetic raging glimmer Sam Reid inflects in his eyes when he plays Lestat when Louis asks for an open relationship. The way Lestat tries to sound flippant and cool with every forced “of course!” Lmfaooooo