#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?

[elementalwife]

haters and losers jealous they don't have a vampire bf who will say strange and off putting things in public

[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)

[meanbossart]

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

[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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[taleswritten]

Ugh. Astarion certainly hopes he smells far better than those wretched creatures. He's made his dislike for goblins known before, he has no problem speaking ill of them. They are filthy and disgusting and the fact that they had taken Halsin prisoner certainly didn't help win the vampire's favor.

But, that is something to think about later.

The thought of Halsin jerking off to the scent of him is enough to send a shiver down his spine as the image of it fills his mind. Desperate, needy, hardly able to contain his moans - what a beautiful sight that would have been. It sends a wave of arousal throughout his body, something he has to keep in check. Or try to, at least.

Astarion pulls his thoughts away from it by listening to his surroundings as a distraction because if he allows himself to go further down that train of thought, they won't be getting anything done at all. The sound of the wildlife, the birds and other animals, outside this cave and the sound of running water in the stream nearby proves to be a good distraction.

"Then we shall hunt." If it is an instinctive need, Astarion will not be getting in the way of it. He wants Halsin to do what he needs to do in order to be comfortable and get through this rut with him. If that means hunting with him instead of staying here, Astarion will not fret over him like some kind of mother hen. Halsin is perfectly capable, he thinks.

"Oh? Is that so?" The sudden interest is fake, he knows well how comfortable the bear is. How many times has he taken comfort in curling up against Halsin's bear form? "I would have never guessed, darling." His words are light, playful, and it shows in the way his lips curl into a smile.

Another kiss is pressed to Halsin's knuckle, it seems to be working to calm his lover's nerves. Good. The last thing that he wants is Halsin to be nervous over something like this. Something so natural for Halsin, there is no need for nerves.

Halsin's words are always so blunt, a refreshing thing. Perhaps someone else would have been stunned by how blunt the druid can be but Astarion likes it - it leaves no room for guessing. He doesn't have to ask what he wants or means which helps him quite a lot. Astarion doesn't like having to guess what someone wants. Besides, he likes hearing what Halsin wants from him or has desired. There is something so enticing about it.

He was never allowed to feed during sex, if he dared to touch any of the pretty little things that Cazador wanted, he'd be punished. However, he has heard the stories of how euphoric it can be for a vampire to feed during sex.

"Yes, I think so. I have not done so, ever, but it is said that it is euphoric for both parties." It is certainly something he'd like to experience with Halsin, something he's thought about more than once while laying in his tent unable to sleep. Maybe he should have brought it up sooner.

It is hard not to let Halsin's blunt words get to him, especially when it fills him with so many naughty delicious thoughts. "I would like that, darling. To be able to have you deep inside of me while I feed from you, to fill me completely." He supposes he's not much help either and he certainly hasn't made any move to get up. Instead, his hand goes back to Halsin's heart, feeling the beat underneath his palm. He hopes it is as grounded for Halsin as it is for him.

Knowing how young Astarion had been when he was turned, Halsin wasn't honestly surprised by the shock that seemed to slowly rise in Astarion, and Halsin adds another thing that Cazador Szarr will have to answer for in time. Just as Astarion does not want to dwell in his thoughts on what he's missing, Halsin does not want to sit and fixate in his rage. Not when Astarion is learning so quickly and Halsin feels a worry - he would have so much to explain for Astarion to be able to fairly and fully consent to seeing him through his rut. He was about to say as much before he bit his tongue hard enough to taste copper.

Astarion had spent his time professing the trust that he has placed in Halsin, and Halsin knows himself and the depth of his feelings for his rogue meant that he would harm himself before he saw harm come to Astarion. They had to trust each other. A gentle smile slowly spread as Astarion admitted to knowing the common associations of the plants he used in his own blend, a bright rise of pride welling in him. "My clever heart." Halsin said just before Astarion mentioned the smell of death. "Hm. And still a far cry more pleasant than goblins." He quipped back. He could have chided him over the flippant comment about himself, but, Halsin was just as guilty of the same tactic. Instead, he diverted. "I have come to crave your scent and how it lingers on me..." Halsin rumbled as Astarion settled in against him, and the Druid nuzzled against Astarion's temple. "And there are nights when your scent in my tent is enough to drive me to fucking my fist, hoping I put my tent up far enough away to not be heard." He was fairly certain that Wyll had heard him once - his tent wasn't exactly the most private structure, after all.

Astarion's concern for him makes him smile, and Halsin took a moment to think of the last time he was taken care of. That it was not him worrying over someone else instead. The closest he could think was when Astarion and the rest of their companions had come to recover him from the Goblin Camp. Before then, he had done his best to mask any need of others. "A hunt would be a welcome thing, I think." Halsin wasn't ready to take to their den and stay there, and if he were honest, he didn't truly want to send Astarion out alone. They had done a good job of dispatching the evil from the lands, and he knew that Astarion was capable. "It is instinctive, to want to provide for you." Halsin had his own conditions for his treatment of the rogue, and it was something deeply rooted in him that said he needed to tend to his mate's needs just as much as his own.

Halsin could think of few places that they would have proper peace and comfort for something so intimate, and while he would have preferred a bed and a proper washroom he can settle for the enclosed, protected space and the stream not far from them. "If you get too uncomfortable, I hear the bear makes a fine pillow." Halsin teased before he pressed a quick kiss to Astarion's forehead. He smells so good. Halsin wants to just nuzzle into his soft hair, he wants to lean back against the earth and have Astarion spread over him, a feast to be devoured. His wandering thoughts are quickly dispelled by the touch of Astarion's hand above his chest and his hand at his cheek. Halsin keeps one thick arm around Astarion's slender waist, the other arm shifts to let him bring his hand up and settle it over Astarion's chest. The sheer size of his hand made it easy for his fingers to spread over Astarion's collarbone and brush over the silken skin of his throat. "Were it possible to stay here, tucked away together forever." But they cannot ignore the threat of the Absolute and what could happen to Astarion - they cannot ignore what it could mean to others as well.

A time will come when they do not have these crises to deal with. When their hours will be their own, to do with what they will - be it travel, or rest, or search for a fabled cure for Astarion or a way to improve his quality of life. Astarion took hold of his hand and peppered his skin with kisses, making his heart thunder under Astarion's hand. "Hunt first, and then relax while we can." Halsin suggested. He always felt better after the thrill of a hunt gone well, and then it would silence the cadence of provide. "I want you to feed properly and often." Halsin admitted. "The joy it will give me, my heart, when I have filled you properly - when I have sated your every need...would it be euphoric for you to feed while I fuck you full?" It was another thought he'd had, a vision that came to him often in the early hours before the rest of the camp had risen.

[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]

@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]

Accepting Gale's hand, he pulls himself to his feet. Right, best to get it over with before the others wake. Astarion's not too sure how they'd react to his vampirism, he isn't sure he wants them to know just yet.

Gale's secret is safe with him, too, as long as Astarion's is safe with Gale.

"Just how do you plan on helping me hunt exactly?" He's charting in unfamiliar terrain. A vampire often hunts alone so to have someone offer help feels odd.

Instead of waiting for an answer, `Astarion begins to head in the direction of the nearby wooded area.

Gale can't help a little bit of an amused grin at Astarion's reaction to the suggestion of a goblin. He does suppose they would taste just as bad as his own blood will at the moment. It still despairs him just a bit that he can't offer the help he wants to give to the vampire, so helping him hunt, he feels, is the next best thing.

"No harm at all, and as I said, with the two of us, we'll be able to get you something worthy of being called an actual meal." Gale's smile turns a bit more uplifting and genuine as he stands up and offers the vampire a hand.

"Come on, then, best get off before the other's start to stir or they'll be curious about where we ran off to."

[grezzirossi]

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

[a2zillustration]

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

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[taleswritten]

A beautiful sight, no doubt. It sounds like the perfect place for a tryst away from the camp. Everyone should be ready to go to sleep soon, only a few more hours and Astarion can sneak away to meet him.

Oh what a thrill, to have someone as cunning, mischievous, and seductive as he is? This will be fun indeed.

"I will see you then, darling."

Tryck doesn't mind the closeness the rogue has managed to get between them, grinning as the other man seems to take his compliments with enjoyment. Whether he uses his compliments and flirtations in a con or not, Tryck always likes to see that his words actually bring some sort of emotion to someone. It's the performer in him.

"Of course it can be arranged." Tryck says with his cunning smile, emerald eyes shimmering with mischief. "There's a little spot I know nearby, I found it while wandering, with a clearing and a waterfall. Why don't we meet there after the others are asleep?"

[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.

[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 :)'

[taleswritten]

The amount of relief he feels when Rook finally says he is right is astonishing. It would have killed him to turn away and walk away from Rook but he would have done it if it meant getting the justice he so rightly deserved.

Suddenly, he feels as if he can breathe again. His muscles lose their tension, no longer posed like a snake ready to strike and instead he closes the distance between them to press his hands against Rook's cheeks.

"I do not need your apologies, darling." It is not harsh but rather gentle, as is the way he tugs him down slightly so that he can press his forehead against Rook's. "What I need is you."

Together, Astarion can get over his fear and face Cazador. As much as he wanted to go in alone so no one else got hurt, maybe if Rook can trust him, Astarion can extend some trust of his own and they can do this together.

Safety in numbers and all that.

"Come with me. Fight by my side. I don't want to do this alone. Just remember, my sweet, the kill is mine."

Control? That’s the last thing he ever wanted with Astarion, the one thing he swore he’d never impose. But his fear of losing Astarion had blinded him. He was holding on so tightly that he didn’t realize he was already pushing him away—like trying to grasp sand on the beach, the tighter he held on, the more it slipped through his fingers. But this time, it wasn’t just sand—it was Astarion, the love of his life .

Silence weighed heavily as he wrestled with his thoughts, tempted to force his will: to lock Astarion away while he dealt with the monster who had inflicted centuries of torment on him. He could accept losing Astarion if it meant keeping him safe. He could learn to live with Astarion’s hatred, even if it tore him apart. But the more he pondered it, the clearer it became—he was being selfish. His desire to end Cazador was more about his peace of mind, his ego, than what was best for Astarion.

“You’re right,” he finally admitted, the truth settling over him like a heavy cloak. “I shouldn’t try to control this. It’s not my battle to fight.” Astarion doesn’t need a protector; he needs someone who believes in him, someone who trusts him to make his own choices.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice softer now, more vulnerable. “My fear got the best of me. I was so focused on how I would feel that I forgot about you... about what you need. What you feel. I never meant to hurt you,” he confessed, the weight of his own guilt pressing down on him.

“You do what you think is right,” he continued, his tone steadier now, “I’ll be here, waiting, hoping you’ll come back to me .”