#astarion interactions

[taleswritten]

@bearlydruid from here

Friends. Is that what they all are? One big happy family? The truth of the matter is that Astarion is only with this group out of survival. Sure, they're good people. A bunch of weirdos but still, good people, and he enjoys Halsin's company. Karlach's too. Lae'zel is a little too stab happy for his taste and the others he just doesn't quite know well enough.

But, if he were to die in his quest to kill Cazador, would it even matter to any of these people? Maybe they're only sticking with him out of survival, too.

Thoughts he tries to dismiss, he does not want the facade coming down and for Halsin to see through it. Though, the druid is wise, he may see through it already.

"Don't I, though?" Astarion suddenly speaks up, "Friends or no, they can not possibly understand what happened with Cazador. The things he did to me, the things I had to do - I am alone, darling, and I'm quite fine with that." No, no he's not, but he's kept the facade up this long, why would he let it down now?

[theoldkyokodied]

Really quick doodles of a few scenes from the stream yesterday. Including combat flirting taunting, gale’s magnificently distracting shoes and.. whatever you wanna call gale agreeing to give 15 gold to astarion 😐😑😐😑😐 (that’s me blinking)

[taleswritten]

It feels odd to be laying here, to have enjoyed sex when sex has been such a source of pain for so long. Not this time. Lucanis had made sure of it, even when Astarion hadn't mentioned the extent of the trauma he had experienced under Cazador.

Astarion chuckles at the playful nibble against his jaw, his head tilts a little before it is his turn to nuzzle at Lucanis' neck. The sweet aftercare and cuddling isn't something he's used to but it's something he finds he doesn't mind at all.

"Good." Astarion repeats, pressing his lips to Lucanis' own lips. "i'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did."

Lucanis finds it so easy to melt into the kiss from the other rogue, to have him laying there beside him as if they'd done this a million times in the past. His hand in the vampire's hair drops down to cup his cheek and deepen the kiss a moment before Astarion's pulling back and saying how much he'd enjoy it all again.

Truthfully, he would too, and if he has his way about it, he will enjoy it over and over again.

"Good..." he draws the word out with a throaty husk to his voice and a grin on his lips, then he's leaning in to nuzzle up against Astarion's jaw and playfully nibble his jaw. "...because I would not mind doing it again and again and again either."

[abigailmoment]

A monster has its teeth in your companions.

It builds nightmares out of their worst memories and drinks their pain.

One of your companions has a particularly bad worst memory.

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Art by @cymk8

Character Specific Achievements:

Aldiirn - Dusksong Be a bard. Use music to make first contact. belongs to @mistercrowbar

Andar - Poor Man's Dancing Lights Be an arcane caster. Try to cast magic. belongs to Tatsunara

Ember - Ghosts Need Sleep Explain why you're sometimes absent. belongs to @catsharky

Finch - Get Safe And Cared For Idiot Successfully hug Astarion. belongs to @everchased

Francys - Priorities Ignore everyone else in the campsite. belongs to @ineadhyn

Greygold - Psspsspsspss Be a ranger. Help Astarion calm down after being frightened. belongs to @jeeaark

Nawen - You're Unbreakable Be a rogue. Give your vampire a pep-talk after a particularly difficult day. belongs to @ineed-to-sleep

Ria - Music Box Be a bard. Play the theme. belongs to @ladyofrosefire

Staeve - Don't Forget Me Say something memorable. belongs to @velnna

Temiter - This Is All A Bit Much Abandon the dream using the silver cord. belongs to @not-poignant

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Another link to the game.

[meanbossart]

His biggest crime: bald-faced lying to a child.

[taleswritten]

@bearlydruid gets a nsft starter

This is something Astarion has wanted. Gods, he's wanted it so bad and Haslin wants it just as bad, he can see in his gaze. The look in Halsin's eyes had helped encourage him to do this.

He wants it. He wants to feel good.

So why is he having such trouble?

Settled in Halsin's lap with his head tilted back against his chest, legs spread and lips parted in gasps and low moans. His hand on his cock feels so good, it's clear in the way Astarion finds it hard to keep quiet.

So why is it that every time he gets close to climax, he just can't get there? The pleasure is so much it almost hurts. It's not for a lack of arousal, his cock is hard and throbbing but he just can't get there.

It's embarrassing and a part of Astarion wants to run from the situation, instead his fingers gently grip at the other's wrist to make him stop. This feels pointless, it feels like he's only going to disappoint the both of them.

"I can't...I want to, Gods I want to, but I just....can't." Anxiety settles in the pit of his stomach, his mind is going far too much, worried of being a disappointment, worried that Halsin will think he's not into this, worried that despite his experience (as forced as it was, he'd gotten good at it - at faking it), Halsin won't enjoy being with him.

Too many thoughts, too much stress, it's hard to focus on the present and maybe the anxious thoughts in his head is preventing him from enjoying it completely but it's hard to block those thoughts out and let his mind settle.

He doesn't want to stop but he'd understand if Halsin wants to stop, if he doesn't want to keep going, if he rather have someone who doesn't have trouble with this.

[taleswritten]

As teeth find his ear to tease, especially at the tip, Astarion shudders and his writing becomes more sloppy and shaky with the tease. He supposes he should count himself lucky that Halsin hadn't bitten down or else the word he's trying to write would have turned into gibberish.

Dipping the ink pen in the ink is another task that is difficult, multiple drops of ink spills on the table before he manages to bring the quill back to the paper by the time Halsin teases him about his sloppy script.

"You make it rather difficult, darling." Astarion purrs after a gasp of pleasure, that finger inside of him, the teeth, and hand on his cock is all such wonderful pleasure that makes it hard to do anything other than get lost in the sensations of it all.

Each praise and compliment is wrote down to the best of his ability. If it's this difficult now, he wonders just how difficult it will be when Haslin inside of him.

Astarion can tell that Halsin wants to be inside of him, he can feel him twitching against his ass and the grinding of his cock to seek out pleasure tells Astarion everything he needs to know.

"And I love you too." The words are as easy as it is to breathe and he means them wholeheartedly. He lets them linger in the air for a moment before he speaks again, "Please. Halsin. I need you inside of me."

As ever, Astarion tried to influence Halsin's patient nature. There was something heavier in him, predatory on those things that Astarion needed, as if he could supply his mate with everything he required. In all of the ways he could, Halsin would. "That charming wit of yours, that is only matched by your ingenuity, you are a marvel when you set your mind to it." Halsin hummed out, as casual as you could be. Considering the way that he was steadily stroking his lover's cock it was an impressive feat.

The sharper edge of a canine teased over the tip of Astarion's ear carefully, the tip of his tongue tracing the outer shell as he pulled back. It's enough that Astarion could recover, and he had a chance to catch up to what he needed to write down. "Hmm, I thought your script was far clearer..." Halsin hummed out with a heavy chuckle before his lips were back on Astarion's shoulder, nipping at his pale flesh.

He didn't respond to Astarion immediately, instead he was still rocking his finger steadily in and out, timing his strokes so that as he reached the base of his cock his finger was buried the deepest. "I love the way you relax fully with me," Halsin's voice was heavy and deep, the growing need of his own to show Astarion just how loved he was, how cherished he was, becoming harder to ignore. "The way your trust is given to me, when you let me help you." When he admitted what hurt him, when he voiced those hurts and let Halsin help him through. "My precious Little Star," Halsin nuzzled against Astarion's neck, cock twitching against the cheek of Astarion's ass while his hips shifted again to grind against him.

"What I love the most is you."

It was said as simply as Halsin drew in a breath - instinctive, without a thought required. It was as basic and in him as his own magic was at that point. Though he had not ever asked Astarion if he believed in such a thing as being bound to another soul, Halsin did - the gift of reincarnation as it was given to them meant that their souls could have lived infinite lives together and apart. It's the romantic in him that prefers to think that they found each other in some way every time.

[ugukun]

Karlach attracts white-haired elves like heat vents attract cats

[vintagelilies]

Gale, explaining why he has to consume magic:- and that, my friends, is how I came into possession of this unfortunate ailment.

Tav: his gale-ment, if you will.

Astarion: I won’t, thanks.

[taleswritten]

At first, Astarion hadn't been capable of this kind of care. No one ever cared for him so why should he tend to someone else? Then, Gale had changed everything. He had broken past carefully built walls and made Astarion want to care.

Orin is a clever manipulative little thing. Logically, Astarion knows he's not to blame at all but it doesn't prevent him from feeling awful that he had left Gale at camp instead of insisting he come with him.

"You couldn't have known either. She's a manipulative bitch." Another kiss is pressed to Gale's shoulder, more in an attempt to calm himself than Gale, so he doesn't fester in the anger he feels.

"But she's gone now." And that is what really matters. They'll never have to worry about her again.

Astarion finishes cleaning up the rest of the cuts before he's washing Gale's back instead of focusing on cleaning wounds. "I'm glad you're okay, darling."

Gale leans forward slightly as Astarion slips in behind him to give him room, treasuring the feeling of the vampire's body against his. The water and oils are soothing on his aching muscles, but Astarion's presence and touches are soothing in other ways.

He sighs softly, eyes closing as he feels that kiss to his shoulder. The gentle way Astarion dabs at his wounds feels comforting, any sting far worth the feeling of being cared for like this. Especially by Astarion, someone who most wouldn't think capable of such tenderness.

"Hmm," Gale murmurs in response to his words, thinking for a moment before he speaks. In no way does he blame Astarion for his kidnapping, but it's clear that the vampire blames himself. "You came for me, Astarion, that's what really matters. I was the one foolish enough to fall into her trap, clever wizard that I am. She feigned the voice of Tara stuck beneath a cartwheel and ambushed me there...

"It was my fault for falling for it to begin with. I should have done a proper investigation, knowing she was out and about causing mayhem for us."

[grezzirossi]

My Bg3 Party with the cutest barbarian and 3 pathetic guys.

[taleswritten]

@tryckthebard sent [SENSITIVE] The sender nibbles the receiver’s earlobe. (to astarion)

A shudder runs down his spine as soon as those blunt teeth find his earlobe. They're sat in the corner of the camps, away from prying eyes for now. Astarion has come to enjoy Tryck's company, inviting him into his tent just to simply spend time together.

Though, he's not complaining as the other nibbles on his ear. It sends a wave of arousal throughout his body that has him nearly groaning, a sound he swallows back for now.

"Careful. You keep up with that and I will not be able to keep my hands to myself." Not that he thinks either of them will mind that.

[taleswritten]

"Well, it certainly won't be as good as you usually make it but I'll try my best." He's a vampire after all, he doesn't drink coffee, but he's watched Lucanis prepare it enough that he remembers how to make it.

Well, sort of.

Astarion presses his lips to Lucanis' in a quick sweet kiss before he stands up, "I'll be right back." He announces before he leaves to fix up the cup of coffee.

He doesn't know if it's as good as Lucanis' coffee, he highly doubts it, but it's the thought that counts, right?

Soon enough, Astarion returns very carefully with the hot cup of coffee to offer it to Lucanis. "I tried." He warns Lucanis before he hands it over.

Lucanis sighs as he feels Astarion's head press against his, closing his eyes and bringing a hand up to cup the other rogue's face. He can feel Spite in the background of their shared headspace, watching, but the demon is more curious than anything. The Crow would talk and dream of Astarion often enough in the Ossuary, so it's no surprise the demon recognizes who he is and what he means to Lucanis.

At least he's keeping quiet, just observing and letting Lucanis have this moment with the vampire.

"Coffee." He says with a little bit of a chuckle. "I could really use a nice cup of coffee..."

@taleswritten

[a2zillustration]

And then Gale showed me a magic trick and I went to bed.

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[taleswritten]

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It has been some time since he's left from Tav and the group. After the constant disrespect and being forced to bite the drow, Astarion had decided it was time to leave.

He will not stand for disrespect or being made to do something he doesn't want to do by anyone much less by someone he doesn't actually have to follow orders with.

It's less safe this way, Astarion knows it, but it's better than sticking around Tav.

Astarion makes it to Baldurs Gate fairly easily with one goal in mind - to take down Cazador. The streets are not as he remembers, the refugees are everywhere but none of that matters to Astarion. He is not here to sightsee.

He has one goal and one goal only - get through the city to Cazador's palace and take the bastard out once and for all. Getting there and inside is just as easy.

It's too easy, Astarion thinks, as he sets foot in the place and no one actually attacks him. Still, he's driven by one goal and one goal alone, it doesn't matter how difficult or easy it is made to be.

He ignores the other spawn, even if they were to attack him they prove no actual threat, he ignores everything until he finally makes it to the room in which Cazador is conducting his ritual.

"Cazador!" Astarion hisses, voice sharp and venomous as soon as he gets down the stairs and sets his eyes on him. He glances around at the spawn being sacrificed for his ritual. One by one, he takes them in, and the shocking realization that Cazador has found another spawn to use in his sick ritual settles over him.

What?

There's not a place for him which means.....what exactly? What is Cazador up to? Does he just plan on killing him and being done with it?

Well, Astarion won't let him. He has survived far too long to let Cazador kill him so easily.

The dagger in his hand is gripped tight, fingers clutching the handle so tightly he's almost worried he'll break it. His crimson gaze locks onto Cazador and he takes a few steps forward.

This is it. This is the end.

"Face me, you bastard. I want to see the life leave your eyes when I kill you."

[themoonatmingitaw]

Serilde: 'Repeat after me: Thank you for helping me, it was very kind'

or 'If you can't make your own manners, store-bought is fine :)'