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the year is 2025

scientists are still scrambling to figure out what “zigazig ahh” is so that they can give the spice girls what they really really want

the spice girls are getting impatient

war is upon us

[i-figure-out-the-name-later]

Thank you so much, I appreciate that! <3

I loove when characters are varying amounts of strange, it just adds so much endearment to their relationships. I really enjoyed writing a tidbit of what that sort of love could look like, and I'm glad you liked it!

The Quiet Hour (Astarion)

to catch him unguarded such as this was a strange sight. Very occasionally could he be caught as still as this. Like a statue appeared in his place.

It was almost easy to forget what it meant to be undead while travelling with him, especially since he played living so well. How could you remember it when his body seemed to move through the world so easily. When every breath he let out cut through the air so smoothly. His curated performance worked so well for him, he himself sometimes forgot it was for the comfort of those around him.

But here he was now. Still. Quiet. calm.

It was late, so late it was becoming early, and the party was still deep in the throes of their dreams. All except for you, who paced through the surrounding woods in an attempt to waste unwanted energy. On the way back to your bedroll you expected the quiet energy of a sleeping party but had the feeling in your stomach that someone was awake. Curious, you look around to see the person of your affections sitting separated from the rest. On a pile of pillows, some greatly worn from time and others newly bought from travelling, Astarion sat staring at the sky. And paces away, you stood staring at him.

As he stared, no muscle twitched, no beath hitched, not even a breeze came by to rustle a hair. The simple action of moving yourself to breathe, to blink, felt too big a disturbance in the little realm he created involving you, him, and the sun soon to rise. It was hard to truly believe the sight was real. It was just so uncanny.

But that was him. Your lover, your friend.

"What thoughts were inside that head?", you whispered in your mind. Was he pondering the journey so far, or perhaps his future? Or was he savoring the peace silence brings? You wanted to ask, wanted to share this moment with him. But you could not bring yourself to rattle the air. However, in an effort to mimic his natural stillness, you did forget to breathe, and you felt deafened by the sharp gasps that you made.

Just as quick as your first gasp left your body, his shoulders raised as he took a deep breath in. But while his body regained its living appearance, as he turned his head it was clear his face had not yet. For a moment, his lips did not move, his eyes did not blink, his eyebrows did not shift. But he stared directly at you. The sight of him filled your heart with warmth, evident by its palpitations, but flickering reds of his eyes with their piercing quality made your hairs rise. But all the nervousness that had infiltrated your mind for disturbing him dissipated soon after.

His face broke out in a smile. A tad coy, as always, but genuine nonetheless, and you couldn't stop the shy smile that you gave in response. And whereas your breathing felt like thunder to your ears, the words he spoke came like feathers against your body.

"Ah, my favorite travelling companion. I was hoping you were the one staring from afar."

I made a new blog purely cause I couldn't sleep and needed to type, and its the first time I've written something like this, so maybe this isnt the best but pshh it's fine

[i-figure-out-the-name-later]

The Quiet Hour (Astarion)

To catch him unguarded such as this was a strange sight. Very occasionally could he be caught as still as this. Like a statue appeared in his place.

It was almost easy to forget what it meant to be undead while travelling with him, especially since he played living so well. How could you remember it when his body seemed to move through the world so easily. When every breath he let out cut through the air so smoothly. His curated performance worked so well for him, he himself sometimes forgot it was for the comfort of those around him.

But here he was now. Still. Quiet. calm.

It was late, so late it was becoming early, and the party was still deep in the throes of their dreams. All except for you, who paced through the surrounding woods in an attempt to waste unwanted energy. On the way back to your bedroll you expected the quiet energy of a sleeping party but had the feeling in your stomach that someone was awake. Curious, you look around to see the person of your affections sitting separated from the rest. On a pile of pillows, some greatly worn from time and others newly bought from travelling, Astarion sat staring at the sky. And paces away, you stood staring at him.

As he stared, no muscle twitched, no beath hitched, not even a breeze came by to rustle a hair. The simple action of moving yourself to breathe, to blink, felt too big a disturbance in the little realm he created involving you, him, and the sun soon to rise. It was hard to truly believe the sight was real. It was just so uncanny.

But that was him. Your lover, your friend.

"What thoughts were inside that head?", you whispered in your mind. Was he pondering the journey so far, or perhaps his future? Or was he savoring the peace silence brings? You wanted to ask, wanted to share this moment with him. But you could not bring yourself to rattle the air. However, in an effort to mimic his natural stillness, you did forget to breathe, and you felt deafened by the sharp gasps that you made.

Just as quick as your first gasp left your body, his shoulders raised as he took a deep breath in. But while his body regained its living appearance, as he turned his head it was clear his face had not yet. For a moment, his lips did not move, his eyes did not blink, his eyebrows did not shift. But he stared directly at you. The sight of him filled your heart with warmth, evident by its palpitations, but flickering reds of his eyes with their piercing quality made your hairs rise. But all the nervousness that had infiltrated your mind for disturbing him dissipated soon after.

His face broke out in a smile. A tad coy, as always, but genuine nonetheless, and you couldn't stop the shy smile that you gave in response. And whereas your breathing felt like thunder to your ears, the words he spoke came like feathers against your body.

"Ah, my favorite travelling companion. I was hoping you were the one staring from afar."

I made a new blog purely cause I couldn't sleep and needed to type, and its the first time I've written something like this, so maybe this isnt the best but pshh it's fine