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BALDUR'S GATE 3 (2023) | reimagining of Larian Studios promo Where will your fate lead you?
thank you to @not-so-blue for the original post!
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surfinbunboy · 7 months
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music and loss is so interesting
as i drove home on a 3 hour long trip a song rolled over on my playlist and i started to cry.
music has been an important form of expression for me, i'm sure it is for you too. i couldn't help remembering all of these people that showed me songs and the memories i've been left with.
a certain song from 'Fantastic Mr. Fox' reminds me of the time i snuck into my brother's room at 11pm and we spent hours replaying the same song staring at his ceiling in the dim light until we fell asleep.
another song reminds me of a guy i dated when i climbed onto the roof of my car and he laughed as he watched me and then broke my heart in the same night.
a song i heard at a funeral for the first time reminds me of a boy i never had the chance to call 'mine'. i think of boy-racer cars, scraped rims, and his mom breaking down holding his cold hand when i hear it.
i found a playlist in the bio of a guy i didn't know who died and all of Mac Demarco reminds me of his eyes, a shy kiss and our shoes touching on the bus when i ran away from home.
i hate that things have changed, but those memories will stay with me forever.
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surfinbunboy · 8 months
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the captain, the healer and the jiomen
TW: BL00D AND G@RE
“holy fucking shit.” steven gasps through his heaving chest.
the jiomen slumps to the rough terrain like a sack of potatoes. i couldn’t get oxygen into my lungs for what felt like hours. my eyes nearly burst from their sockets. what the actual fuck just happened.
laying on the floor by the healer’s feet is the mangled corpse of the jiomen that steven had the fortunate experience of splitting cleanly down the middle with a regal sword.
blood speckles his cheeks like freckles and drips from his curly, dark locks. his gloved hands shake from where they hold his sword and his gaze is pinned on the defeated body beneath him. he studies the jiomen like it might come back to life and blast him in an instant but after a few centuries of panting his eyes clear and he throws the blade to the side.
he lifts his direction of focus to me and steps over the desecrated body of the powerful being like it was worthless.
his hands outline my face like he wants to touch me. my own hands come to hover above his wrists. how are we both still this awkward? he smiles, still winded. blood-drenched has never looked so beautiful on someone.
my lips quirk into a grin. “you got a bit - bit of carnage, Steven.” i murmur, my thumb grazing over his sharp cheekbone to clear the splatter of cells. he watches my torn gloves trace his face. his vision flicks back to me for a second and a pit of storms is released in my stomach.
he tilts his head to press a tender kiss to my palm, maintaining my focus all the while. “you’re not dying. not on my watch.”
i blink. he releases my hand and smooths a smear of blood away from my brow. “you’re more than capable of watching your back, obviously.” i nod in affirmation and he laughs breathlessly.
“however, and i struggle to say this because i despise fighting and causing gore,” he adds in a rush, tapping his healer patch with his cheeks glowing and his eyes glinting in the afternoon sun. “i’ll spear any soul that interacts with you wrong.” i stop myself from swaying at the absolute whiplash that comes haphazardly packaged in the embodiment of steven.
he gestures to the decapitated body behind him. “example one." he adds in a joking manner, but the meaning behind his words punches me in the gut. i nod mutely, his dark words and bloody skin contrasting to his saccharine smile and awkward habits. i try not to lurch up and know what he tastes like after slicing someone in half.
"i know you had a handle on it, but you’re the captain of this league and as your healer who can wield a sword, i’m pulling my weight to provide my services to you.”
as he reminds me of my position and rank and the clear dedication he has to keep me alive, blood begins to swirl in my ears. i must uphold my duty to protect my city. to save my people. to save steven.
“plus,” he steps a touch closer, and for a minute i forget the raging battle behind us. i tilt my head ever so slightly to look at him and his lips faintly pull into a smirk as he notices. “it’d be a tragedy if you died, sweetheart.”
( DO NOT COPY - if you have any comments/suggestions/ideas please feel free to comment below! i'd love to hear what y'all thought ;> )
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