#could you imagine dying in that fight and then your tav just isn't there for the ending

[loonymarshian]

We'll Make It

Day 10 of #BG3FicFeb - "A tearful, hard kiss before battle" Tragedy's allies are gathered. The Netherbrain awaits. She is scared.

Just a short one today! I didn't put much effort into it tbh, but it's still a cute little Star-Crossed moment.

This was it then. The final battle. All of Tragedy’s friends and allies were gathered here, in High Hall, waiting to support her as she faced down the Netherbrain once and for all. Tragedy’s eyes were misty as she took in all the faces around her, all these people who supported her, some of whom she’d come to think of as family. She made her rounds, thanking each person for their support, encouraging them for the fight ahead. When she reached Shadowheart, she gave the cleric the biggest hug she could muster, honoured to be fighting alongside her new best friend.

Tragedy saved the best til last. Astarion had posted himself up in the corner, watching his lover with a proud smile. He opened his arms as she approached, and she threw herself into them gratefully, her face buried in his chest for a moment, breathing in his familiar scent of rosemary and brandy. This would be their last chance for a semblance of peace until the battle was over, and she intended to savour it. When she’d had her fill, she let out a deep breath and looked up to the face of the man she loved, searching his eyes for reassurance.

“Astarion… I’m scared. Everything we’ve done together, it’s all been leading up to this. What if… what if I lose you? What if you lose me? I have ultimate faith in the people gathered here, I know we can win. But what if the cost is more than I was willing to pay?” The tiefling’s demonic purple eyes filled with tears as she finally allowed herself one last moment of vulnerability before the battle ahead.

Gentle hands rested themselves on her face and neck as Astarion stooped down to eye level with Tragedy. “You won’t lose me. We’ll have Shadowheart with us, she’ll never let us fall. We’re going to be okay, my love. I promise.”

Tragedy nodded, a small smile breaking through her tear-streaked face. Astarion took her face in both hands and kissed her fiercely. It was a hard, desperate kiss, laced with all his love and determination, and the fear he refused to show on the surface. The tiefling returned the kiss with equal fervour, tears still flowing down her cheeks, flavouring the kiss with salt. When they finally broke apart, Astarion’s eyes shone with tears as well, not breaking the barrier of his waterline, but there all the same. He touched his forehead to Tragedy’s, and whispered one final sentence before they needed to rally the troops and go to war.

��We’ll make it together. I swear.”