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deadupon · 5 months

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a visage that refuses to rest within the grave it had been given, unbeknownst to who had taken enough care to bury the body, and although there are no footsteps that sound, there is the faintest sight of white cloth that disappears down a hallway. it could have easily been mistaken for curtains rustling in the wind, but that does not explain the trail of blood that follows where footsteps should have tread, and the song that follows: a song they had danced to before, and how her voice seems to beckon: come to me. follow me, lover. in a voice that has long since perished, or at the very least should have, until they reached the empty ballroom. corpses strewn across the polished floors, positioned to stand as though they were waltzing, bleeding where they stood to create river of blood. they are familiar faces … those she had killed before, remnants of an adventure that seemed so long ago. they were all without hearts, carved out from their chests, and faced towards the vampire ascendant when he entered. phantom of a past that should not have been there, sat in the middle of hearts laid before her, and she smiles the moment she sees him. it is a hollow, almost eerie grin. she rises, stepping towards him like greeting a lover lost long at sea. “ astarion … ” one hand that holds his, the other digging sharpened nails into the side of his neck. similar to the stance of a pair about to waltz. “ you used to dance so beautifully … did you save me one? or did i come too late? ” as though by will, the corpses around them begin to twitch: their long forgotten bones cracking and breaking anew, eyes aglow with crimson light as they begin to dance. it is a broken sound of limbs fallen apart, surrounding them without once turning away as they twirled with far more precision than the animated corpses should. “ dance with me, lover. as we had, once. ” her hands around his neck, the cold metal of the ring ‘pon her finger making a permanent home into his pale flesh. “ i wonder … do you miss me? do you still speak my name? i’d not want you to feel lonesome, and so here i remain. to keep you company, never to leave your side … in sickness and in health. in slaughter and in solace. ” kira smiles up at him, “ but first … i will take what is due to me. ” and just as she had plunged her hand into his chest like a stake between the ribs, the dream ends, and she is gone again.

this mansion had become his kingdom, the mutter of cazador like venom on the tongue and instant death where it's warranted. or, torture until the ground is decorated in their tears and splashes of blood of forgiveness. truly he hates to do but it must be done if he were to keep the peace. of course, he was absolutely nothing like his former master, he's better... stronger... invincible. where there was love and adoration comes fruitful forgetfulness. he can live happily without the one he called his life and not the reason he could feel a faint thrum of a heartbeat in his chest.

all that has passed and gone after he ascended. nothing can hurt him ever again and that includes the loss of love.

however, it's when he's alone that @violevin strikes. there's a cacophony of whispers and sweet words of promise when he was just so naive. even sometimes he hears the faint keys played from the piano that are rooms apart but when he approaches, there's nothing there. no one. it's his mind playing tricks on him, he's so sure of it. ghosts don't exist. the spirits don't loom to agitate as a warning of trysts. except how can that be true when accompanied to help destroy the elder brain, he's come across so many other undead and even the ghosts of previous bodies.

they're real but how come kira doesn't show herself? it makes his teeth grind, brows furrow as his patience is slowly fraying to a thin line.

he takes the scenic route to his quarters, he hears her again. sees her face, hears her voice, and that familiar tune plays itself once again. " i know you're there, vile wench! " he bares his fangs, eyes a darker red than it previously. it's easy when he's in a foul mood because there's no vampire spawn in sight, hiding from the wrath lest they be chosen to hours or days of beatings. spotting the ballroom, the stench of blood is undeniable. not the good kind either, those that have sat out in the sun, laid to rot where all you taste is their gore.

disgusting. repulsive.

except these bodies are familiar in appearance, taking a step in not so carefully. he's the ruler of this house, why must he be afraid?

there, however, lays his long lost lover, a heart resting in her palms before she sees him approach. astarion... she whispers, the doors had slammed behind him, quickly turning around before looking right back to see she appeared right in front of him. you used to dance so beautifully … did you save me one? or did i come too late?

he shakes his head in near denial. he wants to lung forward and grip her by the throat, dig his nails into her skin to drink her blood but what he wants to will his body to happen, it doesn't. it's like an instinct. brows furrowing as a hand, by habit, rests upon her waist. his other carefully grasps her palm with his own, mingling victims blood like a reminder. there's a sting of pain that blossoms at his throat right where an active artery would be. he doesn't bleed.

suddenly, they're not alone. like puppets on strings, they lift to dance. like with a flick of wrist, the ballroom is glowing brightly, the faint sound of chattering heard by those that would be attendance. it's pretending to have the amount of life for a dance, except it has never been more dead, blood dripping from their eye sockets, wrists, and mouths. their outfits decorated so beautifully in this confetti of red, only it doesn't match the situation at hand. he's momentarily distracted until she speaks up again, her voice so sickly sweet but the purple iris' say another story.

she's bitter. she wants to take her revenge to haunt him any moment he gets too comfortable.

so they dance, spinning and making their rounds slowly. she speaks but her voice is an echo of a scream in his skull. it's annoying.

i wonder … do you miss me? do you still speak my name? i’d not want you to feel lonesome, and so here i remain. to keep you company, never to leave your side … in sickness and in health. in slaughter and in solace.

he bares his fangs again, body paralyzed against his will to move as if lovers would. " witch. " it's not endearing in the way he says it. a curse she is and forever will be. " i do not speak your name because you're no longer relevant. " funny. doesn't a husband remember that of which he's lost? he's only gained and it's so unfortunate she had to die. really, a loss. " i will never be lonely again, not when the love of my children exist. " ironic. what he says doesn't match the ache in his chest. oh, how he misses her so. it was a mistake. all of it. he didn't want to let her go but to be powerful, you must push away to that what holds you back. grieving a love is something normal but he sees it as weakness and weakness it will always be.

" i have thrived without you, my dear. and i will continue to do so. i don't need you. " and not once does he mutter a memory... his mouth opens to speak once more, except nothing comes out. a groan is only released feeling her hand suddenly tighten around his throat with her other suddenly dive into his chest like the search for a heart that's not even there. it's suddenly cold, and it felt so real that when he wakes, he lurches up from the comfort of his mattress, breathing deeply as fingers pat around on said chest. there's nothing there. he's sweating and for once since he's ascended, he's panicking; vision is fuzzy.

" kira. "

... until he does.

#m. astarion.#violevin #hey aria ( :

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fukiana · 9 months

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BALDUR'S GATE 3 (2023) dev. Larian Studios

#gamingedit #bg3edit #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #gif*#m: bg3 #i love how as the game's conflict escalates he gets increasingly more shrieky in the camp convos

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roarmoreau · 5 months

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merry christmas ya filthy animal and a happy new year 🎄

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #artists on tumblr #bg3 fanart #baldur's gate oc #fanart #art #m: art #m: bg3 #bg3 astarion #m: astarion

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nobigneil · 1 month

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"a vampire and a bear walk into a bar..."

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muffinshark · 6 months

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the pale elf

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 fanart #astarion #m draws

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zg0nuwa · 7 months

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i’m not switching between my hyperfixations because i’m autistic, i’m just a whore

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solmesia · 3 months

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wither and bloom

[1/5]

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maatdraws · 7 months

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part 2 : "you like him for more than his looks, but he will never believe that"

• Part 1 | Part 3

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astrariums · 3 months

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Boo will not have you embarrassing him in front of his friends - so you ought to know the rest of the company you keep.

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elfyelation · 9 months

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𝐢'𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | oneshot

pairing—astarion x m!tav summary—when tav falls ill, everyone at camp is surprised to find that astarion is intent on staying by his side until he’s better warnings—illness, mention of poison, soft astarion, worried astarion, worried party, hurt/comfort, extensive use of pet names, super soft, extreme fluff word count—754 rating—teen note—this is entirely self-indulgent because i’ve been really ill this past week (thanks covid) and the whole time i was thinking about how astarion would comfort tav if he was hurt/sick so i came up with the idea for this

“How is he?” he asks and for what might be the first time, she can hear sincerity in his voice.

“Better,” the cleric sighed, “He’s getting better but he’ll still need some time to recover. You can sit with him but if I see those fangs of yours anywhere near him—”

Astarion rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest. "I assure you, Shadowheart, my intentions are far from what you seem to believe. I would never harm Tav. Surely that much has become clear to you by now?"

The sceptical half-elf hummed, “I suppose he will be safe enough for now. Even if your concern for him was a lie I doubt you’d want to risk sucking up any poison that might still be loitering in his veins.”

He knew she had every right to be distrusting of him, especially when it came to Tav’s safety. He only hoped one day they would all finally see just how much Tav really meant to him. That his feelings weren’t a lie. Until then, he’d have to make do with their concern over their friend and his questionable taste in partners.

“A… Astarion?” His weak voice croaked out the moment the vampire spawn ducked inside the tent.

Tav was laying on the blankets, his body completely sweat-ridden as his face contorted with discomfort. He was in still pain, still so vulnerable.

Astarion was by his side in an instant, his cold hands reaching out to gently touch his lover’s forehead. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m here. I’m right here.”

The cool touch of his hand was welcome as it immediately began to cool Tav’s fever. Gale had already expressed his suspicion that it would do as much. There certainly were at least a few perks of being undead.

“Let’s cool you down, shall we?” He wasted no time removing his shirt before crawling down beside his lover. One strong arm gently wrapped around Tav and pulled him closer, hoping that the coldness of his skin would help ease at least some of the pain.

Tav's laboured breaths finally began to slow as he nestled into the embrace, finding solace in the chill of Astarion's body. His fingers wrapped themselves around the cool arm around him, pulling it closer to his chest.

The vampire spawn chuckled against his ear. “Easy, little love, I’m not going anywhere.” His fingers traced delicate patterns on Tav's forehead, willing the fever to subside.

Outside the tent, Shadowheart kept a close eye on the pair and, in doing so, her initial scepticism gradually gave way to a begrudging acceptance of the vampire's genuine concern. She couldn't deny the tenderness she saw in Astarion's eyes as he cared for their companion. It was a side of him she hadn't seen before. A side of him she hadn’t even known was there.

Maybe it wasn’t just about self preservation or sexual desire. Just maybe he truly did care for Tav. She never thought love was something he was capable of but the longer she watched them, the more she realised just how wrong she had been.

Soon enough, his lover was sound asleep in his arms. Sleeping without a sign of pain or discomfort. It was the first time he’d slept properly since his affliction which meant Shadowheart was right, he was getting better.

“You know, you really scared me for a moment there. I… I thought I was going to lose you. I don’t want to go through that again.”

He spoke despite knowing there was no one to hear him. Speaking to a sleeping lover who, as if on instinct, rolled over to snuggle closer into him.

"I'll protect you with everything I have, my love," Astarion murmured, "I promise you that. You mean more to me than I ever thought possible." He knew that Tav couldn't hear him, but the words were as much for himself as they were for his lover.

Astarion had always been a creature of darkness, bound by instinct and desire. Forced to do his cynical master’s bidding. Yet, in Tav's presence, he had found a glimmer of something different, something more profound. It was a love he never thought he deserved, but now that he had it, he would do anything to defend it.

And so, beneath the starlit sky, Astarion held Tav close, vowing silently to cherish every moment they had together, determined to prove that his love was not just words but a promise to protect and endure, no matter the cost.

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miraculan-draws · 8 months

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Call Lightning favorite spell in game, Ildàn and the Harpers had to solo the shadow beasties bc the rest of the party was Bad At Following Directions. Also Gale after that fight had be YELLING like...been trying to get with you for a month now and THIS is what it took to get you??? Reckless unhinged sorcery?? Okay, king. Can we be boyfriends now.