#dew-drop

[nemfrog]

"Section of a dew-laden orb-web. (Magnified.)" The Popular science monthly. May 1890.

Internet Archive

#spider web #dew drops #pattern #black background #nature #nemfrog #1890 #19th century #halloween #1k

[allura-raine]

#flower aesthetic #flowercore #fairycore #cottagecore #gardencore #purple aesthetic #blue aesthetic #roses #dew drops #flower photography #purple and blue aesthetic #sparklecore #sparkle aesthetic #naturecore #nature #photography

[chasingrainbowsforever]

"Home of the Fairies ~ By naturegoodok on Instagram

#lily of the valley #flowers #pink flowers #dew drops #pink green #bokeheffect

[zegalba]

#flowers #plants #photography #nature #white #water drops #dew

[constantlyfalling]

🌧️ 💚

#green #greenery #macro captures #macronature #macrophotography #macro photography #rain #rain drops #morning dew #dew #my post #nature #nature photography #naturecore

[justporo]

Dew Drops

Author's Note: I wrote this on a whim today because I felt very emotional and was inspired by a song. I cried while writing this - quite a lot actually. I'll happily show and the translate the song later because it is quite perfect for Astarion (and Tav).

Summary: After Astarion has become free, he takes a moment to reflect and do something he'd never thought possible...

Pairing: Astarion / Tav (You) Warnings: mentions of past trauma Wordcount: 1,1k Song (the inspiration for this piece): Tau - Herbert Grönemeyer

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Just before the first sun rays were creeping over the roofs of Baldur’s Gate, Astarion got out of bed. Slowly, so he wouldn’t wake you up, still blissfully in your dreams beside him.

He watched you for a moment. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Watched how your chest was slowly rising and falling. Your hands softly curled up against your chest. Your lips soft and relaxed: neither curled into a smirk nor drawn down – just silently peaceful.

Astarion almost stayed there then, lost in you. The one person that had helped him come this far. The one who had so purely believed in him – that there was more, that he was more.

He let one finger slowly wander over your cheek – so featherlight you didn’t even stir in your sleep. The smile that crept onto his lips was genuine and bright and full with warmth and love.

Then he got up, got dressed. He wrote you a small note and then quietly left the room, left the inn.

Astarion purposefully wandered through the streets while most of the city was still asleep or just starting to blink its eyes. Purposefully, he went to a place he’d come to know like the back of his own hand.

This small little garden, hidden away in some backyard’s backyards – so hard to find it might have been forgotten by everyone – everyone, but the flowers and the vampire. The vampire who’d stumbled upon it sometime during his seemingly endless years, decades, centuries even of torment.

And this small little garden had become a tiny space of refuge for Astarion. A place of at least some peace and safety where he had spent so many nights when he had been able to steal away – sometimes for only a few minutes, sometimes almost whole nights.

And he’d sat there, comforted a little by the silvery moonlight and the twining plants and flowers – even though he never got to see their blossoms.

He found the way to the small space without any problem. It almost felt like he’d been there yesterday, although so much had changed since he’d last been here. Everything, in fact.

Not only had he broken the chains of his enslavement and walked in the sunlight again, but he had also found someone. Someone who’d promised him that he would not have to be alone ever again. And who had promised to help him carry the weight of the now broken, but still heavy chains – until hopefully someday he would be able to shake the shackles off as well.

Astarion entered the garden through an archway that led to the little safe haven. It still looked like he remembered: vines and bushes everywhere, deep and luscious green filling the whole space. The plants were full of still closed blossoms. Dew drops covered leaves and blooms and gave them an elegant silvery sheen.

The vampire let his fingertips softly wander over some of the plants and closed buds. Then he sat in his usual spot, a small rock at the back of the small rectangular space – directly across from the archway he had just entered through.

And then he waited.

He watched as the first golden rays of sunlight crept over the peaks of the stone walls. Like bright fingers they wandered over the plants, caressed them with their light and warmth. Softly brushing away the silver droplets of dew.

The first sunlight fell on Astarion who had awaited its arrival with anticipation, still wondering how lucky he could have been to feel it again. He had buried the hope so long ago.

He knew it wouldn’t last. So, he would make the most of it as long as he could.

He closed his eyes, completely giving himself to the feeling of the sun warming his pale skin. His lips opened with a little gasp. His chest shuddered with a ragged breath as he felt the tears well up. A single tear flowing over and leaving a wet trail on his cheek.

After a while he opened his eyes, hoping he hadn’t been too impatient.

But as he looked up and let his ruby gaze wander over the space his chest clenched painfully at the sight: the flowers had started to open up.

Offering him their whole palette of colours and beauty – the last dew drops glistening on them. The blossoms bowing to the warming sun, happy to show their beauty to him. Deep reds, almost golden yellow, wonderful blues and oranges. And in all shapes too: starlike chalices, frilly circles, cascading spheres.

He tried to take in everything at once as he looked at it with lips parted in wonder and astonishment. Observing every single combination possible. Wanting to imprint it all on his mind forever.

And as Astarion gazed upon this view he’d never dared to hope to take in one day, emotions overwhelmed him. And it was pleasantly painful, in all his beauty and bitter sweetness.

This, all this – it hurt so much. And it was so all hard, going on.

His chest was aching with sorrow and with joy as the single tear turned into a constant flowing and his whole body started shaking and shuddering.

The pain behind his sternum was so strong it almost felt as if his heart had finally started beating again.

It felt like most every emotion he had ever felt washed over him in this very moment – fear, hurt, guilt, grief. But also love, joy, compassion, confidence. All mixing together in a way that was barely tolerable, but most certainly meant one thing: he was alive.

And Astarion wept and wailed, lifting his head towards the comforting warmth of the rising sun as he cried. He doubled over as sobs shook through him. Cried out as tears ran over his face and his nose began to drop.

It hurt so much, all this.

But the pain meant he was still here. It meant he was free again. It meant he was ready and able to grasp life with both his hands and start living again. Even though it might not always be easy.

But he wouldn't be alone.

He looked up through his tears and a smile found its way on his lips as he looked upon the blooming flowers all around. He sobbed and he laughed as he saw the beauty in it. He felt alive.

And then you stepped through the archway and even the sight of all the flowers in the first sunlight could not compare. His companion through all of this and all to come.

You looked so worried the way you rushed over to Astarion, kneeling down in front of him. Wrapping your arms around him as he kept weeping and sobbing – not caring for how loud or unpleasant it might be. He let his head sink to your shoulder in unyielding gratefulness.

And you held onto each other until his sobs and tears slowly subsided.

You looked at him, cautiously asking if he was alright.

And Astarion looked up with a bright and broad smile, through the tears still remaining in his ruby eyes:

“Yes, my love. It’s just… it’s so beautiful to be alive.”

#astarion #astarion x tav #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion x reader #astarion x mc #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x oc #astarion x you #fanfic #fanfiction #astarion ancunin #bg3 spoilers #tav #one shot #drabble #dew drops #bg3

[lionfloss]

by Olga Potapova

#nature #photography #green #plants #trees #dew #morning #sunrise #spider webs #webs #pine trees #forest #woods #yellow #sun #sunlight #sunshine #nature photography #water #dew drops #curators on tumblr #naturecore #1k

[spiritofthemeadow]

ig - afternoondreams

#kelli soukup #nature #photography #nature photography #art #botany #botanical #floral #flowers #flora #roses #rose garden #flower garden #morning dew #dew drops #dreamy #romantic #aesthetic #blooming #sunshine #morning sun #morning #dreamy floral #flower detail #autumn #magical #soft colors #morning light #cottagecore #botanical art

[un-revenant]

Diamond neclace 

#nature #spiderweb #spider web #dew drops #light #photography

[bombnails]

@nailsbyhanin

#@nailsbyhanin #Instagram #uploads #almond shape #green #sheer #3d #water drops #spiderwebs #dew drops #matte #white #nails

[foldingfittedsheets]

Yesterday I called my betrothed, “my sweet dew drop.” Mostly it was a joke, when they’re being silly I often come up with increasingly lavish endearments.

After snorting and laughing once, they started laughing even harder, having clearly made a leap to another joke that they were laughing too hard to share.

“What?”

It took a while for them to choke out, “I’m your sweet Jew drop.”

I joined them laughing super hard. After wheezing together for a while I was like, “Can you imagine your dads face if I called you that casually?” They’re Jewish but I’m not. We both went into hysterics picturing his reaction.

#my betrothed #ramblies #my sweet dew drop is absolutely from Elanors fake soul mate in the good place who plays her jazz #funny #ffs foibles

[whereiseefashion]

Match #456

The Atelier Couture "Thy Love" collection details | Dew drops on a pale pink rose

This month, June 2023, WISF turned 10 years old! How crazy is that? It's incredible to think how much I have grown since I started this blog and I'm so grateful it's been appreciated by so many people and where it has taken me. I wanted to do something special so I decided to share with you my process in making this match: check out the timelapse video on my Instagram!

As you can see I have two folders in my computer where I archive all kinds of pictures I find inspiring, one is named "left" and it's for fashion, and the "right" one is for everything else. I use Photoshop to edit the pictures together and to adjust the crops / color tones if needed. Today I was obviously inspired by flowers and this is what I ended up with!

I hope you enjoy, thank you for sticking with me ♡

#whereiseefashion #wisf #fashion #match #couture #bridal #the atelier #flower #rose #pink #dew #drops #sparkle #aniversary

[chasingrainbowsforever]

~ Morning Dew ~

#dew #dew drops #water drops #olive green #green #sage green #spider's webs

[dozydawn]

Wedding gown designed by Louise Hamlin-Wright, 1980s.

#d-d-dew drops on the flowers i said when i saw that #louise hamlin wright #wedding #fashion #flowers #1980s #fave fashion #dew

[riverwindphotography]

Formerly frosted, now covered in sparkling dew

(c) riverwindphotography, September 2023

#original photographers #pine trees #morning light #dew drops #nature

[missmonstrance]

Matching wallpapers… me and who?

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #papa emeritus iv #ghost bc #ghost #cardinal copia #aether my beloved #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #dew drop ghoul #sodo ghoul