First part of fixed comic pages.
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(to be updated because app doesn't allow me to use HTML)
[PART ONE]
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Ever since I saw this post on here, I have been having some prose bobbing around in my head. Not sure what will come of it, but I'm interested in where this thought may go 🤔.
Kind
When I was little, I was asked: What do you want to be when you grow up?
My answer was simple - I wanted to be kind.
The words of my youth echo through me, no matter how much I try to harden myself and write it off as naivety to the monster I learned much later I was supposed to be.
My destiny was set in motion long before I was even a thought. This path was carved out of flesh for me through divine selective breeding and manipulation as a mockery of free will.
I was to be the Fantasy of the Hells, Goddess of Massacre, Strage's Champion.
I never wanted this, I never asked for this, but this is what I was made for.
To be Ember Damir was the forbidden fruit of my life - to truly be free of my shackles of hell-written fate and to exist as Ember Damir is all I ever wanted.
I looked about me; the white canvas of this snowy forest road was painted with the blood and goods of a merchant who had the misfortune of stumbling upon me in one of my sweats. The horror I was kneeling in blurred as tears stung my eyes.
To be kind is all I wanted. I would give anything to abandon the darkness that overtakes me and be kind.
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"oh Astarion is SOOOO effeminate" wrong. You are judging Astarion by human genders. Astarion is first and foremost a high elf and by high elf standards he is actually INCREDIBLY masc. Other high elves look at him and he reminds them of that one annoying straight guy in their elf-economics (elfenomics if you will) class in elf-college who loved playing devil's advocate. And then they see him kiss a guy and they almost die of shock.
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Do you suppose the replacement word for "human" (in the sense of "sapient beings with a certain kind of universal experience") in Faerûn is "common" (like the language)?
Like if every culture/ethnicity/race of human spoke a language that most everyone could understand, it should be called the "human" language, like the "human condition". (English kind of presumes to be this thing, but idk. Just the idea that everyone in D&D is a polyglot is such a beautiful fantasy in itself.... I digress.)
So if we take "common" the language and apply that verbiage to all player races, we get words like "common kind" and the "common condition" which seems... a little on the nose, but that never stopped a bard from singing a song about it.
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You're used to it.
He only needs half of the rest you do, so, when you don't share a nap together, Astarion watches you as you sleep — and if you do rest with him, he stirs way before you and ends up doing just that: staring at you. You've grown accustomed to it over time, despite it creeping the fuck out of you at first.
Now, if you happen to open your eyes during the night as you toss and turn, the sight of a pair of glowing red eyes on you doesn't seem to have much of an effect anymore.
Sure, it can be romantic: your vampire elf boyfriend prefers spending precious time he could as well use for other important matters watching you drool and snore.
However, you'll never forget the very first time you caught him doing so.
You could physically feel something wasn't right, even in your slumber. To think that one can simply realize that they're are being observed through their sixth sense seems crazy in itself, but you didn't think that it also applied during sleep — it seemed unlikely. Well, one night, with a turmoil in your heart and a distant and confused feeling that something bad was about to happen, you woke up, flinching, to a rather goosebumps inducing sight.
He looked like a demon. In the diminished light that emanated from the night light on your bedside table, you could catch a glimpse of a concentrated, unmoving serious expression on his face that made him look particularly menacing.
For a moment, you hadn't even recognized him before the outline of curls around his head took on a clearer shape every time you blinked.
“Had a bad dream?” Astarion's voice awakened you from your torpor, sultry and veiled by an affectionate candour, typical of his tone when he speaks to you (even when he teases you).
“...You scared me.”
“I'm just looking at you.”
“Yeah, that's why.”
He chuckled from his nose, leaning closer, and in the bat of an eye he was already on top of you. “I can hear your heart beating.” he murmured, leaning over you and placing a cold, dry kiss on your forehead. “Close your eyes, dear. I promise I'll look away every once in a while.” he sounded amused, which didn't surprise you. It was like he was waiting for you to wake up on purpose to play with you a little and entertain himself in your waking presence, even if only for a few minutes.
Your mind was still a haze as you blinked, trying to adjust your vision to the dark further, but your mind didn't let you fight against that dizzy feeling for long as Astarion's lips trailed kisses down your neck, his cold hands gently tracing your sides.
Sometimes, as dawn breaks and an impatient boredom grips him, Astarion's eagerness to stir action, particularly if it involves teasing you, prompts him to awaken you in his unique way: gentle squeezes of your waist and shoulders, tiny wet kisses, low calls of your name...
Until you do wake up, mumble a few intelligible words (probably along the lines of ‘I was fucking sleeping’) and he'd just be happy that you're awake.
He can't help it: he gets needy for you attention, at times.
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