#but all im doing is flirting with halsin and astarion

[lucifer-kane]

my second bg3 guardian is sooooooo <3

[eepy-writer]

Gale

established partners, flirting.

He was sick of it. Watching tav get hit on by his fellow party members, while gale hadnt told anyone of his new found attatment to her, he stil felt a swirling pit in his stomach.

'Jealousy? no, definetly not.' Gale thought to himself, he refused to be, why? just because halsin pointed out he got you some of your favourite herbs for tea on his latest walk? no.

As tav went about her day at camp, making sure everyone was well fed and resting well, she was approched by the bear of a man. "oh, hello halsin, what can i do for you?" she polited said, "well dear, i found some of these" he said as he pulled the little bundle from his pocket "your tea, i noticed you were out of it and well, nature provided." he chuckled, handing her the tea.

"aw, you're to kind" tav smiled, giving the man a playful push, as she looked away from the gift in her hand towards gale, she saw the look he gave her, and the look he gave halsin. The narrowed look, matched with his hands clenching around his book tav felt it go right between her thighs.

Now her and gale had been together just the once, and it was soft, loving, and Gale was a complete sweetheart, not that she minded!, but when she saw that look, almost like he wanted to teach her a lesson, somthing of a plan sparked in her head.

Could tav get gale to lose all control?, to drag her away from camp an take her..?

she had to find out.

l a t e r t h a t n i g h t

"so," astarion spoke "you want me to help you make the wizard jealous?" with a small smirk he continued "my my tav i didnt strike you as the sneaky type"

"please star, it'll just be this once!" tav begged "you just gotta be a flirt! thats easy for you" she continued to whine at the man till he gave in. 'Fine fine, just stop that infureating groan" he complied.

Thankfully he gave in just as Gale left his tent to join everyone and start preparing dinner. "What are you making tonight love, it smells amazing" tav said, leaning over the table, catching gale peaking at her drooping neckline "well, its-" he was interupted as Astarion came and stood close to tav, hands almost touching "what ever he cooks will never smell as tempting as you darling" he purred in tavs ear, loud enough for the wizard to hear.

Gale was close to reaching boiling point by dinner, the little touches, Astarion feeding you, holding his glass for you to have some of his wine, it was all getting to much, but the last string, as you stood to gather plates, Astarion placed a playful smack to your behind. All restraint Gale had left was gone.

He stood and walked up to tav, grabbing her hand and dragging her towards the woods "i need to speak with you." he said very plainly, as tav looked over her shoulder to see Astarion give her a cheeky wink her face grew flushed.

"So you want to explane what just happend?" gale said with a short tone "because to me it looked like astarion was putting his hands on whats mine" he mummers his a darker tone, slowly backing tav into a tree. "Im sure he was just messing around gale" tav speaks, with a aura of foe innocents "maybe he just dosent know im yours" she continues her doe-eyed look at him, gods he could almot groan at the sight.

"Oh? guess i better show him, better yet, everyone, who you belong to" much to Gales delight this caused tav to turn an adorable shade of pink. "i-um" she continued to try to stutter out a sentance, but as gales hands wonder her body, reaching her waist, squeezing it.

The slow decent of his hands made her breath catch in her throat, gods his hands, the magic they could produce during battle, tav wondered what else they could do to her.

[talesofthedm]

Confessions

The bastard Astarion confessed his feelings on this playthrough sooner than I thought he would so I had to do research and take notes (i was already taking notes, lets be honest).

Anyway, this is my sleep deprived attempt at writing out the Act 2 romance confession. It combines dialogue from both the standard romance confession, the variant if you defend him from Araj, and also a really bad pun (I like puns. Astarion does not.)

Im definitely going to rewrite/edit this at some point when I start like actually writing out the full fic of my playthrough, but that's pretty much to remove some added context/change it out/not be sleep deprived when i edit.

There is a reference to a previous fic i wrote (here), but you don't need to read it for context (but I am here for the shameless plug).

Tav is Freya (she/her), Gloomstalker Ranger/Assassin Rogue. Brief description of a scar she has.

Excerpt:

Astarion buried his nose into her hair and breathed in, trying to memorize it all. The sound of her heart, the tickle of her breath, the smell of sweat and dirt and too-cold river water and whatever perfumed soap she used that was rapidly fading with the passing days. He laced his fingers at the small of her back, feeling the warmth of her skin from where it peaked under her shirt. He just wanted to hold her there, for a while… for an eternity if he could.

TW: brief mentions of just Astarion's past with... all that, and mentions of blood. No actual descriptions, just dialogue.

Gods, when did life become so complicated? They were no closer to finding a way to kill an immortal than before (which was to say, not at all). Instead, they found the entrance to some disgusting, fleshy pit that they all collectively looked and went ‘no.’ The only thing of note the entire day was that damned drow woman with her sultry voice that kept pushing and pushing and insisting… She had half a mind to help her spill some, seeing as how much she seemed to love blood.

She must have been pacing—stomping—back and forth and lost in thought when he called to her.

“Freya?” Astarion asked, tinged with worry. Perhaps he thought she’d have another breakdown, spend the next half day sleeping while they huddled in a corner trying to protect her unconscious body. “Do you have a moment? I think we need to talk.”

She was suspicious, to say the least. He was never one to “talk,” as much as it seemed that’s all he did. When she turned to face him it suddenly became a possibility. Dread. Horrible, gnawing dread at the base of her stomach. It was quiet and deafening at the same time.

He bounced on his feet, as if preparing to run and never look back. True true fear in his eyes.

She all but ran over. “Are you all right?”

“I, uh, wanted to thank you…”

And then she was confused. “For what?”

“For what you said while I was in front of that vile drow,” as if it was so obvious to say, so plain to see. She at least understood his disgust. “I spent two hundred years using my body to lure pretty things back for my Master—" She supposed, on a certain level, she knew. She’d seen the missing persons cases. She’d see the patterns.

But the tension in her body relaxed. There was no threat, no worry that she could soothe beyond watching him squirm at the very idea of a thank you. The corner of her mouth turned upward, enjoying his mild discomfort at having to deal with people.

“What I wanted, how I felt about what I was doing, it never mattered.”

And then it all came tumbling down again, further and deeper than before. Freya felt sick, felt guilty, felt wrong. Her mind shot towards the memory of her first night with him. The tieflings, the party, the shitty wine, and her stringing him along as he so blatantly tried to flirt with her. Let’s take a rain check, she said, once she had her fill of the vampire’s failure to get in her pants.

And then she did her rounds.

And then she talked to Halsin.

And then he told her there was no cure and the only hope was a perilous mission into the shadowcursed lands for a maybe and a hope.

And then the previous weeks’ worth of shit landed on her at once. She was angry and stressed and she needed to direct that somewhere. She wanted to get blackout drunk and hunt; to stalk and maim and rip out some unsuspecting animal’s throat with her bare teeth if it came to that.

And then she remembered Astarion standing there, bottle of wine in hand. What are you doing? He half demanded, half asked. It’s raining, she replied. She all but dragged him by the collar to the outskirts of camp and had him fuck her against the tree until she forgot anything but his name.

Her breathes came fast and shallow with each thought. Freya wrapped her arms around her torso, hoping to keep her meal down and hoping he would think she was simply crossing her arms as she was pulled back to the present situation. “I know,” she whispered.

“You… you knew?”

“I’m not dumb, Astarion.” Her eyes narrowed, believing him to be insulting her. She’d deserve it.

But he was simply dumbstruck. “And you still tolerated me? Still let me seduce you?”

“It was fun,” she shrugged—as if the simple motion could throw away the silence of camp and the churning feeling in her gut… She normally loved the silence. Why was now any different? “I slept with you because it was fun… the risk of death—the constant threat that if I blinked the wrong way or smacked my head in just the right spot that it would somehow—somehow dislodge the magic. That I’d be gone in an instant…

“It was fun. And it was mindless.” Freya blinked away tears before they fell.

Astarion stilled, a beautiful statue. The words he himself knew but had refused to think or say aloud…

He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I know…”

”Were…” She hesitated, scared of his response. She couldn’t look at him or even stand near him… but she also couldn’t run from him. “Were you even attracted to me?” Her fingers reached up of their own accord, tracing the edges of the burn across her cheek and nose. “Or was it all a lie?”

He laughed. He laughed. At her… at her disgusting face… Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. Of course she was a game. A pawn to be sacrificed and used the moment the opportunity arose. Her mind wandered to the game of Lanceboard Raphael and Mol had been playing. What was he guarding in exchange, she wondered. The worst of it was the timing. He had waited for now—when she was too tired to fight and scream and simply be angry—to do this.

Astarion watched, the slightest of smiles on his lips at the mere thought of that question. Was Freya, someone so deadly and terrifyingly aware of everything and everyone around her, truly this stupid? “Of course I was attracted to you. Look at you, for goodness’ sake!”

He reached out, gingerly taking her callused and scarred hand in his own. Freya was frozen in place, unable to meet his eyes until he lifted her chin to look at him. “You’re a vision,” he whispered. “And youre so much more than that…”

The whispered words. The softness in his eyes. The implication that she would forever and always be her own person where he was nothing more than a body to be picked over and used like carrion for harpies. She blinked away tears as rapidly as she could, refusing to let him see her like this. Losing.

Freya was suddenly very aware of the silence in camp. The passive noise—the rustling of sheets, of Gale’s quiet snores harmonizing with Karlach’s significantly less quiet buzzsaw, of Wyll’s tossing and turning as he failed to find a comfortable position that account for his new horns—it had all turned to bated breath.

The bastards.

Astarion averted his gaze from hers, it suddenly burning. He dropped the hand from her chin and instead used the energy to hold on to her even tighter. “I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what I want.

 “I care about you. Deeply. And—and I—I don’t know if I want a friend or—or a lover or—” he stopped himself, knowing full well that he started to ramble but was stuck vomiting the words that had been eating away at his brain more than the tadpole. “I just know I want you in it. In my life… Whatever that means.”

He was searching, pleading, begging for a response of any kind from Freya. Even if its rejection. Because anything is better than silence. Than waiting. That was the worst part; waiting for the mark, waiting for the starving pit in his stomach to dull enough to function, waiting for Cazador to drive the blade in and carve out his flesh.

Waiting for Freya to break the silence he knew she loved so much.

Freya took a tentative step toward him. He felt her arms snake around his waist and press herself into his chest. She was careful, a movement he would maybe mistake for hesitation and nervousness if he didn’t know her so long. It was like she thought him fragile, made of glass. That he would shatter the moment they moved—and perhaps he would.

That’s what he was really scared of, he realized. Her pitying him.

Even still, even for just a fleeting moment, he was willing to indulge. He was willing to accept the lie and just hold her there and pretend; like everything else in their relationship is. Was.

Astarion buried his nose into her hair and breathed in, trying to memorize it all. The sound of her heart, the tickle of her breath, the smell of sweat and dirt and too-cold river water and whatever perfumed soap she used that was rapidly fading with the passing days. He laced his fingers at the small of her back, feeling the warmth of her skin from where it peaked under her shirt. He just wanted to hold her there, for a while… for an eternity if he could.

He continued. “You could have asked me to do the same—to throw myself at her, what I wanted be damned. But… you didn’t. And I’m grateful.”

“I don’t want you to think you have to do anything you don’t want to…” she whispered into his shoulder, barely audible. “You make your own choices now—for better or worse”

He held her closer, speaking into the top of her hair. “It would have been so easy to bite her… To just go along with what I was being told to do. A moment of disgust to force myself through and then I could have just carried on, just like before!” He waved his hand in that flippant wave, a dead laugh bubbling up from his throat as if it was a humorous anecdote.

And then more silence. More waiting. More torture.

Freya tightened her hold around his waist, as if signaling her willingness to stay for a moment longer. “How often were you disgusted by your targets?”

“I tried to pick beautiful people where I could, but there were so many over the years. After a while you stop caring…

“My entire reason for existing was to seduce anything with a pulse. And every instinct I have tells me that nothing’s changed. That I’m still just a means to an end—!” His grip tightened more, bordering on painful but not quite. It wasn’t possessive. It wasn’t protective. He was desperate. Astarion shifted his weight, burying his head into the crook of her neck.

A few tears finally left Freya’s eyes. Guilt and sadness that she had made him feel this way—that she was no better than all the people in his life before her. A means to an end. A confirmation that he was nothing but a tool to be used and tossed aside at a moments notice.

“You made me see I never stopped thinking like I was still his slave, even in freedom. But I’m more than that… More than a thing to be used.”

Freya spoke as if compelled, not in control of her own voice or thoughts. She hated the silence now, and she would not let it exist. “I care about you.”

Astarion pulled away suddenly, his entire body tensed like a pressed coil. It left her afraid that she had said the wrong thing, that he would run into the shadows and never come back. “Really?”

What she didn’t expect were his eyes. Searching, pleading, begging once more. What made matters worse was the spark of hope in them. She didn’t want to lose it, squash it. She wanted to save it, keep it, make it shine as brightly as the sun he lost so long ago and only recently rediscovered… she wanted him.

He was already smoothing away the tears, just as he had done in the House of Healing. It was refreshing, the coolness of his skin against hers.

“You’re worth a great deal to me, no matter what you’re going through…” she spoke between sobs. “For as long as you need, no sex, no midnight romps. Nothing.”

Astarion couldn’t help but break into a smile, the tips of his fangs peeking out. “Ha! Well that almost sounds like a challenge…” It was absent minded, another flippant response to distract away from something.

But he was giddy. He felt… happy. The excitement overtook him, like he was suddenly privy to the greatest secret in Faerun. His chest felt lighter, fluttering. He could take her, spin her, sweep her away to the farthest corners imaginable and just be. No expectations. No script. No plans or threats or empty promises…

“Honestly, I have no idea what we’re doing.” He took one of her hands in both of his. “But I know this: this is nice…”

Freya wiped away the last few stray tears. “We could be an absolute disaster together…”

“I supposed it cannot be much worse than when you dropped a building on my head,” he chuckled, pulling her to him once more and resting his chin atop her head. “But you’re serious about this? About… us?”

“Dead serious.”

“Five seconds into this relationship and I already want to break up with you.”

Freya hummed into his shirt, pleased with herself.

[mumms-the-word]

Tav ask list: 30, 44, 63 for whichever Tav you want 💖

Haha these are all pretty simple answers for all my Tavs so I’ll do all three (Freyr is a Durge but whatever)

30. Who does your Tav think of when they go to sleep at the goblin/tiefling party? Or are they lucky and do they get to spend the night with the person they want?

Okay, so in the game Dani went to sleep dreaming of Gale BUT I think she did actually go sleep with Astarion. She wanted some fun and Astarion had been flirting with her for a while. Neither of them caught feelings though. I haven’t yet figured out how Gale feels about it because I didn’t play it out in the game 😅

Originally Ardynn went to sleep thinking about Wyll, who she kissed briefly. But I think it was the tall, muscular, infamous Halsin that clouded her thoughts as she drifted off into dreamland.

As for Freyr, Minthara didn’t ask, she basically ordered that they would spend the night together and Freyr was NOT about to argue. He was DTF from the moment he laid eyes on her. He even resisted his darker nature afterward and they shared a sweet moment together <3

44. What does your Tav think of Isobel?

Dani likes her but she also has a lot of questions. Like is she undead? Or is she alive just resurrected? Does she remember anything?? Why does she keep so many secrets??? But she thinks Isobel is otherwise nice and helpful. She DOES wish she could scrub Isobel’s face clean and teach her how to do killer eyeliner though.

Ardynn is cautious about Isobel but eventually warms up to her. Something about her seems unnatural but as they get to know each other more, Ardynn views her as a friend. Plus Isobel is a Selûnite and they need that kind of power around the shadow cursed lands.

Freyr, uh…didn’t really get to know her. His butler told him to kill her, and he very seriously thought about it. But when Marcus showed up saying they should take Isobel back to Ketheric, Freyr stepped in and stopped him, because he hates Ketheric more than he wants to kill Isobel. But Isobel died anyway because Freyr encouraged Shadowheart to kill Aylin and become a Dark Justiciar 💀 so everyone at Last Light died

63. If Shadowheart got a new haircut, how does your Tav react?

Im assuming this is referring to her new bangs look + possible white hair?

Dani loves it. She thought Shadowheart’s original fringe was silly and thinks the white hair looks AMAZING. They talk about hair dyes a lot after that because Dani regularly dyes the ends of her hair with ice blue.

Ardynn thought Shadowheart’s new white hair made her look softer and she thinks it suits her. Ardynn far prefers Selûne to Shar so anything that Shadowheart does that moves the needle closer to Seluûnite worship is good in her book.

Freyr and Shadowheart are buddies, so when she gave herself new fringe (still black hair) to represent her transition to a Dark Justiciar…well, okay, Freyr didn’t notice at first. But when she asked him if he liked her new look he immediately said yes because what are friends for? It took him a couple more hours to realize how, exactly, her hair had changed but his opinion didn’t waver. He thinks her original bangs are dumb.

Freyr is such a hilarious outlier to every one of these ask games lol

[frutigerfaggot]

Hiiiii kosmo my mutual kosmo. I’m sitting in a waiting room and bored out of my mind so I’m sending you an ask because I need Enrichment. You should talk about your ocs Right Now please /lh

OHGHHSGSG. I JUST GOT THIS YOU ARE OPENING PANDORAS BOX I FEAR,. .. I DONOT KNOW IF YOU MEAN BG3 OR REGULAR OCS SO . BG3 ITIS

ASSORTED MELCHIOR THOUGHTS . THE PROFESSIONAL FAILBOYFRIEND...

two guys bringing their team down <3 from the beginning melchior felt the need to one up him because well. he didnt remember anything and was attached to what little skills he did remember and felt like if someone else was better that he was losing that too you know. would rather die than say that out loud though so he starts this petty thing with the only other rogue. to everyones dismay.

at first melchior tries to one up him and whatnot but when he genuinely fucks something up and astarion does it for him he has a jimmy neutron brain blast moment. i can get this sucker to do my job for me. and it all goes downhill from there <3

two guys trying to manipulate eeach other ! love really does lose....

astarion is. not very good at manipulating melchior. ill be honest. and that isnt in the like. Melchior Is Simply That Good and Smart way. unless you say something Directly To His Face his ass is NOT gonna get it!!!!!!!

all the flirting registers as Witty Banter to mel because. well if he was flirting he should just say that to me.

yes h e is autistic. because i heart projection yousee.

on an unrelated note he thinks hes sooo good at eyecontact because he just Stares At People. doesnt look away. bores into their retinas with his big hot pink eyes.

anyway when Thee whole Blood Drinking Event happens mel aint even mad. confused above all else if im fully honest. like if you wanted my blood you can,. just ask ? i can make more.

also makes a huge melodramatic deal about it . for funsies. ex: do u think its bad. is my blood bad. is it like gales*. do i have galeblood. NO. dont say it. i couldnt bear... anyway.

*he does like gale he just makes fun of his friends youknow. gale probably doesnt care for melchior. Stresses Him Out.

prior to The Confession Scene after moonrise melchiors attitude towards That Vampire is that i have feelings for you. not saying which ones. post you know the one

Finally Comes To Terms with how he feels about that stupid vampire at moonrise. gets So Mad during the araj thing. perhaps unreasonably so.

sososo afraid to confront how he feels because. Dark Urge youknow. he doesnt WANT to be like that but hes also far too afraid of what it means if he Frees Himself Of It yknow. like what if i still have these compulsions. whatif im still Like This. i have a very loose grasp on durge but wtver. if the shit i make up doesnt fit i shall simply reshape bg3 lore to fit /lh

got his top surgery done by orin during a girls night or something silly like that.

i have so many thoughts about that vampire that i shall spare you. neway heres melchiors thoughts on the others <3

thinks gale is kindof funny and has a weird desire to seem. Less Foolish around him because he thinks gale is one of The Smarter Ones. makes fun of him for being kindof a loser with those wack ass old man jammies.

also likes wyll ! deeply envious of him because he sees all the desire he has to be Good and Help Everyone and wishes he could be Like That

thinks halsin is.Large. doesnt like him because hes only 5'5

little miss warrior cats... calls her shart because he thinks itis funny. (melchior is like 40 bear in mind) kindof afraid to talk to her because hes an absolute goober of a guy and thinks shes Thee Smart One

KARLACH <33333 also kindof envious of her for similar reasons to wyll. wants to impress her so bad because he thinks shes So Cool... after meeting gortash his ass WILL NOT talk to her. Afraid To. lots going on there but in general he thinks shes so cool and wishes he could be like her.

lae'zel... Frightened By Her. thinks shes cool though ! wants 2 be her friend but. again hes a goober and WILL make a fool of himself.

astarion. melchior voice well hes just that guy. i saw him trip and bust his ass on a trap the other day... kindof a loser if u ask me.... embarrassin.....

weird feelings towards gort. on one hand he was mels only friend (from what he remembers) but. he doesnt want to be That Person anymore. he doesnt Want to accept the whole bhaal thing. he wants a shot at a normal life. also this dude fucking sucks my god. comically evil. melchior voice i can excuse bombs in teddy bears but you did WHAT to karlach !!!

i ghave so many thoughts on . gort. unfortunately. the whole thing hes got where he foils the main 6 and the themes of redemption and breaking the cycle is sogood i love a good foil. fascinating man i want to blow him up with grenades

REAGHHHH THANKYOU FOR ASKING ILL WRAP IT UP HERE BUT FEEL FREE 2 ASK MORE I LOVE TALKING...

ALSO. quick notes 4 aldente. ill spare you their lore here because Theres Years Worth of it. however if you are inch rested it is. a bit edgy there at the beginning ill be honesyt </3

1) i started this story ages ago as like. A Token Edgy middle schooler. and built So Much more worldbuilding upon it that i cannot change it now youknow. it may be cringe </3

2) may reflect the age at which i wrote it with how edgy some of it is. so like. theres murder in there .

3) i stole demons from the bible and so on and made them ocs. the demonology special interest goes crazy in here.

[thedragonagelesbian]

General 3, 5, and 7; Story 11; Romance 2, 6, and 11

wahhhhhhhhhhh im crying thank you for sending so many questions.......

companion tav asks

General

3. Does your Tav have any comments or advice when you recruit other companions?

On Astarion: These are frightening times for us all, I can understand why Astarion leapt to threats first. With time, hopefully we'll all feel comfortable and safe around one another.

On Gale: You know, I asked Gale to explain that portal thingy he got stuck in. I didn't understand a word of it, but he has such a soothing voice, it was nice to listen to him talk for an hour.

On Wyll: (with a slight swoon animation) What a charming man, that Wyll, I don't know if I've ever met someone so selfless and caring...

On Halsin: Halsin is to travel with us? Wonderful! It gets a little lonely in the wee hours before trancing...

On Shadowheart: Shadowheart will be immensely helpful in the days to come, I'm sure of it, and what a delightful presence too.

On Lae'zel: Lae'zel's dedication is admirable, such intensity... I trust her and her people to help rid us of these parasites.

And there's some extended dialogue for Karlach :)

Narrator: Cyrus appears distracted, bouncing on the balls of his feet and staring off at some distant point in the camp. His attention seems to be fixated on Karlach. Cyrus: Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't... Did you, um, did you need something? PC: Looking at someone? Cyrus: Hm? Ah, yes, I- I suppose I was, I was just thinking... Ten years is such a terribly long time to be alone... [Insight Check DC 10: Success] Narrator: His hand skirts to his side. [if PC has slept with Cyrus] You recall noticing an extensive burn scar there the last time the two of you were intimate. Cyrus, muttering to himself: I could probably take it, for a few seconds at least, long enough to hold her hand or... something. She deserves something.

5. Are there any instances where your Tav can permanently leave the party, depending on player character actions?

The big one is siding with Minthara and attacking the grove (short of, perhaps, an astronomically high deception check to convince him that this is for the best, actually).

I also think Cyrus' personal quest can end with him sacrificing himself and, you know, leaving the party by dying. And even if he lives, depending on the other choices in that quest, Cyrus will gladly volunteer himself to be the one who becomes a mindflayer at the end of Act 3.

7. Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game?  Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes?

Yes! Beyond the potential evil corruption arc, his quest would revolve around his oath, his inclinations toward martyrdom, and how that warps his self-perception. The main decision points for the PC would involve either reinforcing his view of himself as a tool for protecting others or helping him to see beyond his impulses to sacrifice himself.

Story

11. What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown?

"You know, I remember enjoying this more with the other orphans... I think I'll pass."

Romance

2. Does your Tav need to be flirted with to start the romance, or will they approach the PC themselves if approval is high enough?

Cyrus is a bi slut and will absolutely approach the PC first, he doesn't even need all that high approval, times are stressful and he wants to be helpful and useful and make them happy-- in whatever physically intimate way the PC is comfortable with.

If that means sex, there's a DC 20 Insight check to realize that Cyrus is solely preoccupied with the PC's wants and desires rather than his own. So early on in the relationship, he brushes this off really quickly, but depending on how his personal quest goes, you CAN eventually service top him (which as we all know is the gold standard for physical relationships with Cyrus).

A romantic relationship will require higher approval and can be initiated by the PC at the tiefling party, but it isn't necessary. You can stay FWBs with him and still pursue other romances (contingent on other companions being comfortable with that, of course).

6. How do they react to the player character breaking up with them, or choosing another character over them?

Cyrus is quite courteous during the break up, wanting to support the PC's happiness and the happiness of the other character involved (probably even saying something along the lines of them needing/being deserving of the PC's affection more than him). But there's also an insight check to reveal that he's a lot more hurt than he's letting on and is trying to repress it for the PC's sake.

11. What are Tav’s plans for the future?  Do they propose to the PC, or is marriage not something they’re interested in?

In the world in which the game has the post-final fight party of my dreams, a cutscene begins with Cyrus, very clearly absolutely wasted, trying to (platonically) propose to another companion character who is humoring him until you can intercede. Talking to him, Cyrus glumly explains that he's worried about the party splitting up after this, as this is the first real family he's had in a century, and so maybe if he marries everyone, he'll be able to keep them together-- but so far, no one's acquiesced.

You can tease him by suggesting that you know someone who would probably agree. Cyrus Does Not Get It until you get down on one knee and propose to him, and the euphoria on his face as he realizes that you are acting on and manifesting something he wants is unparalleled.

There's a fade to black as he picks you up, swings you around, and tries to serenade you.

[inqvisitor]

spoilers for sexy times

the only one i really wanted to date was halsin, but i’ve been flirting as much as possible with pretty much everyone else as a gloomstalker drow ranger. finally get to act 3, unconnected to anyone in particular, and it finally happens! halsin and i do the deed, make out a little on top of that, hell yeah

my next long rest is with the emperor. turns out i’ve been flirting enough with him that i can fuck him as well!!! halsin has given his blessing, and i’m not NOT gonna fuck a mind flayer. so i fuck the mind flayer. windows wide open for the world to see. excellent, and it doesn’t affect my other relationships! we’re rocking and rolling

but then i do research and turns out that the brothel that i went to in wyrm’s crossing has the option for a pair of drow twins, and if you’re romancing halsin you can have a foursome and of course im gonna try that because this is the horny run and we’ve been having great luck so far and this is FUN. so i immediately go, seek out the drow courtesans, and we get BUSY (and it ends in this super cute image of my tav and halsin and them two all curled up together sleeping after, much thanks studio absolutely worth 1000 gold)

mission accomplished right?

well.

we end that cut scene. i have no clothes on. i think hey, that’s funny, what a cute little way to tease the player character. walk of shame-esque. i go to my inventory, go to put on my armor….

wait. it’s all equipped already. weird. okay. unequip the whole thing. equip again. leave the menu.

still naked.

and then i realize, halsin is naked too.

and then i realize i can’t fix him either.

when we enter cut scenes, the armor magically appears. and during a long rest, my camp clothes come on. but halsin is naked at all times, even at camp. good for the eye, bad for the immersion.

luckily my tav fixed after a combat encounter, but halsin is up to this point unfixable. i don’t want to reload/go back in time because i had an astarion milestone ans i don’t know how long this glitch will be a glitch, but for now, halsin is living wild and free and i am forever reminded how there apparently is such a thing as too slutty

i think i was too horny for bg3