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𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 - 𝚂𝙵𝚆 & 𝙽𝚂/𝙵𝚆 𝙰𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝

𝙰 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚛��𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙳𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚍!!

Warnings: 𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚗𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢/𝚗, 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚊𝚟 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊. 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛, 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝙽𝚂/𝙵𝚆 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝.

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝, 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚡! 🌟 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗!

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they?)

⨳⊹ Halsin is as affectionate as they come.

⨳⊹ He gets such a goofy grin on his face whenever you request PDA from him. He loves to give you gentle reminders of his presence, like a hand on your hip or the small on your back, or just small kisses to your temple in passing.

⨳⊹ Whenever you're talking to someone giving you a new mission or quest, you'll feel Halsin's fingers twirling around a strand or two of your hair absentmindedly, silently giving you comfort if the situation is serious.

⨳⊹ At a campfire surrounded by the other companions, he likes to always have a hand on you.

⨳⊹ Not out of possession, just because he likes the physical reminder that he has the opportunity to love you, and gets to act on his desires and admiration for you.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

⨳⊹ I can see Halsin making friends with people outside of professional settings.

⨳⊹ Whenever he's joined with someone in battle, camping with them, or just getting to know them without the stress of keeping image as an archdruid, as a leader, he becomes a lot more relaxed.

⨳⊹ Halsin is funny as a best friend. Especially if he's drunk. People always see him as this wise archdruid who is constantly in tune with nature and serious about leadership, but he's honestly just a guy.

⨳⊹ We've seen Halsin's admittance of how truly off the walls he can get with a bit too much to drink.

⨳⊹ I can see him sitting you down, hand on your shoulder, crying about how much gratitude he holds for you being in his life, and chugging mead a few minutes later, being the life of the party.

⨳⊹ He'd give passing comments whenever you fight weirdos or sarcastic mockings of people he hates, solely to make you laugh.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

⨳⊹ Halsin's thrilled to cuddle!

⨳⊹ Having you in his lap at the campfire is a drug to him.

⨳⊹ Likes to wrap his arms around the curve of your waist and tug you closer to his chest with a content smile on his lips.

⨳⊹ In bed, he loves the comfort of your weight against his, loves the way your stomach moves with every breath and loves the way it feels against him.

⨳⊹ He'll hold you right on top of him in The Pancake Plank position so the side of your head is nestled right on his collarbone for easy access to kiss your forehead.

⨳⊹ Though, of course, he's never against just touching you while you walk through your adventures, his hand nestling on your hip, admiring nature's bounty around him, and beside him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

⨳⊹ Like Halsin's said previously, he likes to roam where his heart takes him, and his heart doesn't often stir lightly.

⨳⊹ However, I don't think he'd be against it if it's the right person and right time. Bears don't mate for life, but he'd be a fool to give up a life with someone so important to him.

⨳⊹ You might need to give him time to decide if this is a safe space for his heart to reside before he completely commits to you and solely you.

⨳⊹ Halsin, I believe, likes order and organization. Having a messy home would peeve him a bit. Probably less than the other companions, but he'd definitely prefer a clean home than a messy one where he doesn't know where anything is. Therefore, he's a decent cleaner.

⨳⊹ In terms of cooking, he'll always prefer yours. It always tastes better when it's made by someone he adores so deeply. He's always willing to learn, though! He's also more than willing to cook you some soup or other food whenever you're sick or he wants to take care of you.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

⨳⊹ He's very, very upset and it's the LAST thing he wants to do. Whether it's because he's being treated unfairly or if he believes it's the best for the both of you.

⨳⊹ I can see him constantly thinking back to the benefits of being with you, so he'd prolong ending things with you as far as he can before he genuinely can't handle it anymore.

⨳⊹ Though, if it's not during an intense argument, he's very gentle with you. Holding your hands with a pleading look in his eye for you to forgive him and stay in his life even if you're not lovers anymore.

⨳⊹ He remains professional and formal through the whole thing even if he doesn't try to be.

⨳⊹ If you break up with him, he's accepting about it, way quicker than the brain power it takes to break up with you. He's upset but doesn't want to make you feel like you need to comfort him.

⨳⊹ He's very like "wherever you need me :)" and just wants to be there for you always, obviously as long as the breakup isn't messy or anything.

F = Fiancé (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

⨳⊹ Like I said in domestic, Halsin and commitment don't really belong in the same sentence, unless it's a situation similar to him and Tav where they're all he wants in that moment, and it's a right person right time type of thing.

⨳⊹ I don't really think he's one for marriage, doesn't like to feel like he's tied down. That would drive him crazy.

⨳⊹ After years of being together, you don't need the paperwork to prove your bond. You're as close as can be. You don't need rings to feel connected.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

⨳⊹ Halsin's such a gentle giant.

⨳⊹ Any fight you have, it's very rare that he raises his voice at you. He doesn't see that as helpful.

⨳⊹ Do keep in mind he has the ability, but there's no easy way to make him upset enough to be harsh with you.

⨳⊹ His touch is very gentle as well, he holds you like you could break unless you expressly tell him you can handle it.

⨳⊹He just doesn't want to hurt you so he likes to take precaution.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

⨳⊹ WARM.

⨳⊹ This man is a fucking heater.

⨳⊹ He loves hugs, and puts everything he has into them.

⨳⊹ Don't do that shit where you only hug with your chest and your butts are from heaven to hell. Hug with everything you have.

⨳⊹ His fingers gently massage your scalp, pressing gentle kisses to your jawline whenever you lean into his touch. He loves that.

⨳⊹ His favorite hugs are after he hasn't seen you for a while, and he gets to pick you up, spin you around, and make you laugh.

⨳⊹ He also loves hugs when you both wake up for the day, and he gets to feel your warm skin against his after the chill of night.

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

⨳⊹ Does Halsin even say the words "I love you" in-game??? I can't remember from playing his romance and I can't find anything online

⨳⊹ Based off of this information, I'm just going to say he finds SO many words to display his affection for you besides "I love you". Love doesn't do his feelings for you justice. They're so much deeper than that.

⨳⊹ I genuinely think he wouldn't notice if he hasn't said it, though 😭

⨳⊹ Like if you bring it up to him he'd just be like "Oh! I haven't??? Well, I do, if that wasn't obvious to you." 💀

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

⨳⊹ In terms of romance??? Little to no jealousy there.

⨳⊹ This man is the opposite of selfish. He loves the idea of getting to share with the world JUST what it's like to be loved by you. He ENCOURAGES that. He knows how hot you are.

⨳⊹ The only way I can see him getting jealous is if you aren't spreading your affections equally with him.

⨳⊹ His lip will twitch a little and might get more distant but it's just because he doesn't want to be that way with you looking at him. I can see him being embarrassed by his behavior if that happens.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

⨳⊹ He's got thinner lips. Do NOT mistake this for mans not having kiss game.

⨳⊹ Kisses with him are very fluid, and he likes to move his lips against yours. His hands are constantly moving, trying to commit every inch of your body to memory. Though, his favorite place to hold you is the back of your head, pushing you deeper into him.

⨳⊹ This man CANNOT stop kissing your neck. He is so unapologetic about it. Are you sensitive there? Too bad. Say no to him and he gets that sad puppy look in his eye.

⨳⊹ Your nape, your collarbone, right on your pulse-point. He loves kissing you there in passing, or when you're laying beside him in bed.

⨳⊹ His favorite spot to be kissed is his stomach. He loves watching you kiss him there, and wants your eyes locked with his as you press your soft lips against his skin. The skin around his waist is a bit tingly so give him small nibbles if you want to stir some belly-laughs from him.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children?)

⨳⊹ This man isn't called Daddy Halsin for no reason‼️ C'mon now!!

⨳⊹ Halsin's great around kids. He's gotten to that height where kids just wanna climb his arms like a jungle-gym 24/7 and he's always gonna humor it to hear those cute baby giggles.

⨳⊹ Every kid wants a grizzly bear best friend and if you disagree you're lying to yourself.

⨳⊹ You ever see that clip in the jungle book (remake or original) where Mowgli is riding on top of Baloo's belly while he floats down the river during Bear Necessities? I wanted to do that so BAD

⨳⊹ Halsin's constantly in wild shape and letting little ones pet his fur and ride on top of his back, snuggling into the warmth of his fuzz.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

⨳⊹ Halsin is very, very much a morning person.

⨳⊹ He's going to get up early, likely when the sun is barely peaking over the horizon and the dimness of the dawn is barely showing over the tops of your curtains.

⨳⊹ He likes to go on long morning walks.

⨳⊹ You hate it but he'll leave without a word and just go out while leaving you asleep in bed, in his wild shape, walking wherever the warmth of sun takes him.

⨳⊹ Long story short, you wake up alone most days. Though, he does try to get home around the time you naturally wake up, he can't quite predict it consistently.

⨳⊹ He makes some banging apology breakfast, though. Those eggs and cinnamon toast hit fucking different.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

⨳⊹ His nights are very romantic. He likes to spend time with you at night, given he's a very active guy and likes to be out and about while the sun's up.

⨳⊹ You're getting cuddles, massages, and god he's a goner if you offer to give him one in return.

⨳⊹ He likes bathing with you, getting to feel the warm water soothing his skin while talking to you about your day, offering you advice for any tribulations you may have.

⨳⊹ He's overall very touchy during the night, dinner's full of jokes and laughs and loving looks. Very corny but he wouldn't trade it for the world.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things?)

⨳⊹ A normal pace, I'd say. You'd definitely need to earn his trust too, but he'll be honest if you have a question about him. He's not gonna pull an Astarion or a Gale if you ask him a direct question.

⨳⊹ Also Shadowheart but let's not speak about our party's trust issues, yes?

⨳⊹ When you're official, he's an open book. At that point, he most definitely doesn't have much reason to hide things from you, so overall, he's fairly open with his past and who he is.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

⨳⊹ Halsin has the ability to get angry, we've seen that. But honestly that's only been when somebody hurts the innocent or nature.

⨳⊹ Take Kagha for instance. Because I totally didn't have that scene where he yells at her on repeat wym--

⨳⊹ But even then as long as you don't fail the ability checks and manage to save Arabella, he's generally pretty calm and waits to hear her side and explanation before giving her more druidic teachings, letting her off easier than most would expect.

⨳⊹ He's a rather forgiving person, as long as you don't take advantage of that. Then yeah, he'll get peeved, and you'll probably need to give him some space so he doesn't raise his voice at you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

⨳⊹ He's actually pretty on point!

⨳⊹ He's not gonna remember the exact color shirt you wore when you first met or anything like that unless it was important to the memory, but he's actually quite spectacular when it comes to your family members' names and your allergies/food and drink preferences.

⨳⊹ Some tiny facts he keeps in his mind are your favorite types of flower and fauna. If you see a plant you think is pretty, he'll get you some for your birthday, for an anniversary, or whenever he comes home from travels and brings you back one he spotted on the road.

⨳⊹ If you tell him your favorite tree he'll find a way to bring you to one in a clearing to have a picnic under, or a sapling so you can plant one together.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

⨳⊹ Getting caught in the rain with you, hurrying to get you under a roof and warmth so you don't stay wet and cold for too long and get sick

⨳⊹ You ended up being in the rain together for longer than he originally wanted, but being in the muddy grass and laughing over getting drenched is 100% his favorite memory with you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected)

⨳⊹ He doesn't like to admit it a lot, but he is scared of something happening to you.

⨳⊹ Halsin's usually likes to put up this front of being a leader who carries their burdens with pride and doesn't let their struggle show, but the idea of you dying during battle without being able to help you scares him.

⨳⊹ So much has been taken from him in his life, and he's made more than enough mistakes to learn the consequences of his actions. He believes life is precious. Particularly yours.

⨳⊹ You are important to so many people and it terrifies him to think of the state of the Earth without you living on it.

⨳⊹ He feels bigger in his wild shape, more powerful, so whenever you're in danger, he'll resort to it as a reflex.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

⨳⊹ More effort than you'd think.

⨳⊹ He likes to make every moment with him exciting for you. He's the type to go ham on your birthday, setting up a scavenger hunt or getting your favorite kind of dessert to share under the stars.

⨳⊹ Anniversaries are a big deal for him. When you've lived on the earth as long as he is, you learn how precious life is, and how it can be ripped away within seconds.

U = Ugly (What would be a bad habit of theirs?)

⨳⊹ He tends to hide his own problems, as to not burden you.

⨳⊹ I genuinely think Halsin has some kind of tiny fear of being a pain in the ass, this shows in his dialogue whenever you accept to help him with the Shadowcurse after helping him one or two times before that, and he says "I truly don't deserve you."

⨳⊹ It's gonna be a hard habit to break whenever he asks if you can get him a glass of water while he's comfy in bed and says something of the same caliber.

⨳⊹ Just give him some reassurance, or do it back to him to make a point and make him stop.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

⨳⊹ He's seen to be a bit unkempt, long hair, body hair, but... but... look at those little braids in his hair 😭

⨳⊹ He's strangely really good at taking care of his hair for most people in dnd times, making sure he doesn't smell terrible with how often he's outside, rolling in the grass under the warm sunspots and hunting for food.

⨳⊹ He bathes rather consistently and uses oils for his hair to make it nice and healthy, but if he were in modern times, he's definitely one of those guys who rawdogs their faces with bar soap and calls it a day and gets 0 acne.

⨳⊹ He likes smelling similar to trees and pine, so if he finds some kind of perfume or cologne that smells similar, he'll probably use a few spritzes of that but that's it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

⨳⊹ Yes, weirdly.

⨳⊹ Again, Halsin's lived a long life. With many lovers and people he's found deep connections to, people he's lost. He's not unfamiliar with grief or the deep sinking feeling of losing someone. Whether that be a breakup or death.

⨳⊹ He thought he was immune to the pain from that after so many times of feeling it, but the idea of not having your smile and your warmth makes life feel lacking. He embraces with warmth with other bodies and souls, but he's never met a soul akin to yours before. One that marveled him, intrigued him so deeply.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

⨳⊹ He likes having bouts of silence sometimes, where he doesn't feel the need to talk and can just drink his herbal tea with honey and rest in the lounge of his home.

⨳⊹ He'll go hours without talking until you ask a question or ask him to come to bed, which he'll quickly break, but sitting down with a tea and a book are his favorite ways to decompress.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

⨳⊹ Jealousy is so, so ugly to him. He understands monogamy has its place, and that it is not for him, but jealousy to the point of putting restrictions on your partner makes him want to curl up and shudder.

⨳⊹ Like in a modern type of au, asking him to block someone or stop following some people on social media will give him the ick SO BAD.

⨳⊹ Big drinkers aren't his thing either, I think. Drinks once and a while are fun and all, but having a glass of wine or beer every night makes him cringe a bit.

Z = Zzz (What are some sleep habits of theirs?)

⨳⊹ Elves don't typically sleep unless they feel the need to, though they usually only rest in a state of deep meditation, kinda like that feeling when you fall asleep in a car and can feel every turn and brake but you're otherwise pretty dead to the world.

⨳⊹ Just in case you ever wondered why him and the other elves of the party have that meditation position during eepy time, that's why.

⨳⊹ When he does sleep though, he sleeps like a fucking rock. Does not MOVE.

⨳⊹ Definitely snores though. Not dad-in-a-hotel-room-at-3am type of volume, don't worry.

⨳⊹ Just soft hums while he rests, his arm draped over your waist while his other supports your neck, hugging you close to his bare chest.

⨳⊹ Do keep in mind that he's the type to prefer bedrooms fucking frigid and will keep windows open at all times. He's used to sleeping outside, so humid bedrooms are his fucking nightmare.

⨳⊹ Sometimes he likes to sleep in his wild shape and curl up :) he's super soft and warm

⨳⊹ Also just to add I looked up whether or not druids fucking hibernate for this since I've never had to encounter that while playing dnd and I can't find shit so I'm going to assume they don't for practicality-sake but c'mon the idea of Halsin stocking up hella on food and having his own little space for hibernation is so funny to me.

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A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

⨳⊹ Drained, usually.

⨳⊹ Halsin puts his all into everything he touches, but please keep in mind that he's always going to put his exhaustion aside to take care of you, make sure you have the water and love that you need to be sated for the night.

⨳⊹ He needs touch too.

⨳⊹ He likes to caress your skin, relating it to memory while placing kisses on your forehead, having you splayed out on top of him. Your weight comforts him.

⨳⊹ This will probably be how he’ll act in the beginning of your relationship.

⨳⊹ As he gets more comfy, it’s very likely he’s just gonna resort to zoning out while holding you, letting out small content hums while he meditates.

B = Body Part (What's their favorite body part of theirs? What about their partner?)

⨳⊹ Nonsexual: He likes his hair. Likes when you hold it, when you play with it, when you pull it. He likes it nice and long.

⨳⊹ Sexual: Not to be so direct but I truly believe he is so unbelievably confident in his dick. You remember that grin on his face when he warns you about it? C’mon.

⨳⊹ Nonsexual: For you, his favorite are your hands. He’s always holding them, pinning you down or caressing them after every orgasm, pressing his lips to the palms.

⨳⊹ Sexual: Whichever way you take him, that’s his favorite body part. He loves the way the walls clench around him with every pump, and loves your reaction whenever he stimulates it with his fingers or tongue.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

⨳⊹ He didn’t think he was super into it until he got baby fever and now he’s dumping every load all over you, regardless of if you can even get pregnant or not. The idea is so pleasing to him.

⨳⊹ He isn’t happy unless he sees it leaking out of you, and he’ll stick a finger or two as a plug to keep you nice and filled with his cum.

⨳⊹ He’ll whisper about how the Oak Father took his time with sculpting you. How your beauty just enhances being filled up with him.

D = Dirty Secret (What's a dirty secret of theirs?)

⨳⊹ He's a slut for your scent.

⨳⊹ If you leave something in his tent, you're NOT getting it back until it stops smelling like you.

⨳⊹ Even then, he'll lie and say he just noticed it during spring cleanings but that man is aware of every trace of you that comes into his tent at night.

⨳⊹ If you're off adventuring and leave him at camp, he'll just meditate, laying down in his bed roll with whatever article of clothing you leave behind.

⨳⊹ He has your undergarments, mainly, or your clothes you wear under your armor. Anything that releases the majority of your body heat, he keeps secret in his tent.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

⨳⊹ Mr. "I have taken many lovers"? How experienced is he?

⨳⊹ Halsin's quite the wise one. He's an eager student, especially to pleasures such as this.

⨳⊹ His hands are calculated, moving over every inch of your body, squeezing to find exactly the points that make you squirm and whimper for him.

⨳⊹ Nobody's touched you as precisely as Halsin. Nobody's caressed you as perfectly, known what buttons to push and in what order.

⨳⊹ Obviously he's not perfect, nobody is. But Halsin's the guy who helps you discover things that feel good that you didn't even know about.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

⨳⊹ Whatever position allows your eyes on him. Fuck, he loves your eyes on him.

⨳⊹ So, mainly, that's gonna be missionary, with your thighs on either side of him while he ruts into you.

⨳⊹ He doesn't like giving you oral from the back nearly as much as he likes giving it from the front because he loves to see your expressions and reactions, and loves your arms wrapping around him.

⨳⊹ Sex is very intimate for him. It's a very important, physical bond and he likes to fulfill that. Especially with his eyes on you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or goofy?)

⨳⊹ Not to be that person but he's genuinely a mix?? Possibly closer to goofy because c'mon. c'monnnn.

⨳⊹ Sex isn't always sexy, and that's the best thing about it.

⨳⊹ Your tummy might rumble or groan, a moan might come out weird with voice cracks, and he might need to pause to giggle a bit.

⨳⊹ He's not adverse to cracking a few jokes inbetween thrusts, kissing your jawline and mumbling small inside jokes to keep the mood nice and light.

⨳⊹ But he has his moments where he's just trying to get the stress out, or an enemy made him angry to the point where he just needs to make you cum to get his mind right. Those are his rougher nights, definitely.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

⨳⊹ In terms of his body hair, it's, in his words, "untamed". He's not opposed to being hairy, and he doesn't care if you've got some either. He's willing to maintain it if you voice that concern to him, but otherwise, it's staying there.

⨳⊹ Carpet matches the drapes, a light brown that gets darker and curlier near the base.

⨳⊹ Chest and belly hair are similar, pretty damned hairy around the nipples and belly button, and a very apparent happy trail.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the romantic aspect of the moment?

⨳⊹ Sometimes gentle lovemaking is the best medicine, and he knows that.

⨳⊹ Sometimes he just wants to be close to you and touch foreheads and pepper small kisses on your cheeks and-

⨳⊹ Listen, you get the idea. Halsin's a huge romantic. Maybe not Wyll or Gale level but he knows how he feels for you is deep.

⨳⊹ I can just imagine slow thrusts, a big, loving smile on his lips while he hums a comforting tune, tracing small patterns into your skin to keep you in his reality.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanons?)

⨳⊹ I don't think he does it often, the only thing I can envision with masturbation with Halsin is that he didn't use to do it often until he started catching feelings for you.

⨳⊹ If you envision your relationship being like Tav's with him, the second you beat that Shadowcurse and returned to camp, he was horny but he knew wasn't the right time to proposition you.

⨳⊹ I'd give anything to be in the tent to see the torture he put his cock through that night, orgasm after orgasm with the image of you slaying Ketheric Thorm replaying in his mind. How determined you looked, your heavy breaths, Oak Father preserve him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

⨳⊹ If you can get pregnant, I don't think Halsin having a breeding kink is too far fetched.

⨳⊹ The man loves children, and I know he would crave the thought of you, pregnant and heavy, carrying his baby.

⨳⊹ I plead you to get some form of birth control because this man would give you litters if you'd let him. He wants as many kids as he can get as a father.

⨳⊹ If you can't, you have other options, though don't expect him to completely throw away his breeding kink. You're still gonna be stuffed full every intimate night with him.

⨳⊹ I personally think Halsin also has a voice kink. He likes you nice and loud so he knows he's doing a good job, and that you like what he's giving you.

⨳⊹ Sensory deprivation is something he can get into. Earmuffs, blindfolds, all of it. He'd be so down. Anything to make either him or you nice and tingly and sensitive.

L = Location (What's their favorite place to do the do?) ⨳⊹ Outside, as a surprise to absolutely no one.

⨳⊹ He likes to feel the cool grass on his skin, the sounds of nature that surround him, the sight of your breathtaking bodice under the moonlight.

⨳⊹ Nothing compares to nature's bounty, truly.

M = Motivation (What turns them on/gets them going?)

⨳⊹ Weirdly, seeing you angry, or determined really gets him going.

⨳⊹ He finds it so attractive whenever you defend him or others, raise your voice and stand your ground, he can barely stand the urge to sweep you off your feet and pleasure every inch of your body right there.

⨳⊹ He loves making out. If you wanna get him in the mood, some good tongue action will do that for him pretty quick. Be careful though, if you play with his hair, he's a goner.

N = No (What's something they wouldn't do? What're their turn-offs?)

⨳⊹ Sorry to the omo fans but I can't see Halsin being into anything involving bodily waste such as piss or anything hardcore, which I think is fairly normal and expected

⨳⊹ But c'mon I'm tired of people thinking this man's gonna say yes to everything

⨳⊹ Halsin's pretty experimental but even he has limits man 😭

O = Oral (What is their preference? Do they like to give, receive, or both?)

⨳⊹ Oh, Halsin's a giver.

⨳⊹ Although he loves getting head too, the feeling of the heat radiating from your inner thighs against his cheeks is a drug to him.

⨳⊹ He dines down there like it's his last meal in a century, eagerly licking and moving his head up and down until he's swallowed every ounce of your cum

⨳⊹ Until you massage his scalp like you're spreading shampoo through the strands because he's doing such a good job, sucking and slurping so unapologetically.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

⨳⊹ Halsin prefers a pace that allows him to take his time, enjoy the moment, then when the moment calls for it, he can be as rough as he sees fit with you.

⨳⊹ He'll start off at a nice pace, around 85bpm (look up a metronome if you want a better visual), just watching the way your skin bounces with every thrust and the small begs that escape you as you ask for some relief

⨳⊹ It's then that he'll move on to his favorite speed, 120bpm. Fast enough to make your noises louder but not too fast where he needs to focus on his movements solely.

⨳⊹ On very rare occasions, mainly when he's a little more relaxed with a drink or two in him, perfectly aware of his actions and surroundings but loose enough to go with the flow, those are his rough nights.

⨳⊹ He'll bump up to a 150bpm with small grunts and desperate whines that leave his throat, burying his face in your neck and getting lost in the moment with you.

Q = Quickie (What's their opinion on quickies? How often, etc.?)

⨳⊹ Ehhhhh??

⨳⊹ I'll be honest I don't think he's the biggest fan of quickies. He likes to take his time, enjoy the moment.

⨳⊹ If you need him but you're on a time constraint, he'll honestly just coax you to wait until you can have a moment of respite together, but if you do enough sweet talking, he'll compromise by giving you head before you need to do your thing.

⨳⊹ Anything past that, you'll need to wait for, so he can take in his time with you.

⨳⊹ Trust me, he'll make sure it's worth the wait.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks, etc.?)

⨳⊹ I wouldn't say he's opposed.

⨳⊹ I mean, the man loves outside sex. He lives for that. Although he prefers seclusion, he's never one to deny prying eyes from seeing your gorgeous display.

⨳⊹ If you tell him you wanna be a bit more bold, he'll massage you on the ass while you're on his lap during campfires in front of the other companions, or he might sneak his hand between your thighs for some light palming under a blanket enjoying the sound of your held back, excited moans with the image of getting caught with Halsin's big hands between your thighs.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

⨳⊹ Three rounds is probably where he taps out, letting out a shaky, breathless laugh from his lips as he slumps onto the ground. He'll tell you how amazing you are, how you tire him out with how eager he is.

⨳⊹ Again, he's had plenty of experience. So he knows how to hold back an orgasm, knows how to prioritize your pleasure to make the moment last as long as he can handle.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

⨳⊹ I highly doubt vibrators were a thing in the age of dnd but I do know that dildos existed and date back to the motherfucking Ice Age so let's go off of that.

⨳⊹ Dildos are great! He loves them! He thinks they're a creative way to spice things up a bit, and encourages the use of them whenever he's away and vice versa.

⨳⊹ He likes to use them as foreplay, making you soaked with his tongue before plunging the toy into you, letting it hit that spongey spot that makes you see stars while he teases your sensitive spots up front

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

⨳⊹ Thankfully Halsin’s quite merciful when it comes to teasing you.

⨳⊹ The only exception is if you’re really desperate, he can’t help wanting to hear your whimpers and begs for him.

⨳⊹ He’ll slap his dick against your entrance, a knowing grin on his face as you whine for him to put it in already.

⨳⊹ He’ll tell you he can’t help himself, he absolutely can.

V = Volume (How loud are they, what sounds do they make, etc.?)

⨳⊹ He doesn't control them, if that's what you're wondering.

⨳⊹ He's got a big smile on his face while he goes on and on about how good you make him feel, how incredibly grateful he is for getting to love you like this.

⨳⊹ His moans are heavenly, low rumbles of curses and mutters of your name.

⨳⊹ He'll tease you a little too, letting out soft low chuckles that get cut off by breathless groans and sighs as you sink deeper onto him.

⨳⊹ The loudest he gets is surprisingly when he's giving you head. He LOVES that shit. He'll moan against the skin, loud slurps and wet kisses against your thighs. That's the position he gives you dirty talk the most.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon)

⨳⊹ Halsin secretly really likes dumbification but for both parties ⨳⊹ I think he finds fucked-out expressions hot as shit and likes to overstimulate and tease you until you're inaudible with how mindless you are.

⨳⊹ He loves being mindless too, just whimpering as he ruts into you with harsh pants and a big sex-drunk look on his face.

⨳⊹ This mainly happens after a long day or on anniversaries/birthdays, in general days meant for relaxation and stress relief.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on under those clothes)

⨳⊹ Okay. Let's be realistic here.

⨳⊹ Bears aren't that fucking big. I'm tired of seeing these full-grown adults headcanon this poor man's dick to be 3 feet long with massive girth. Jesus christ. He isn't a horse. He won't kill you with every pump.

⨳⊹ However, given in the drow scene when they're wondering how it fits, and his description of "large" I'm assuming it's around 8.5 inches or so as a grower rather than a shower, flaccid around 5 to 6 inches. Wild shape is similar.

⨳⊹ So yes, he is big compared to most dicks, but goddamn 💀

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

⨳⊹ Halsin's ready-to-fucking-go whenever you need him.

⨳⊹ You want dick at any point in time and he's making time to give it to you.

⨳⊹ Obviously mid-battle and mid-vulnerable moment aren't the best times to be turned on but any time besides that, he's got you.

⨳⊹ He likes to go by YOUR sex drive the majority of the time but if you haven't guessed yet, his sex drive is high. He'd have you every night if you'd let him.

Z = Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

⨳⊹ He's always got time to make sure you're okay and settled before retiring for the night.

⨳⊹ He likes to take time to bask in the afterglow a little more, brushing his fingertips across your skin and pressing soft kisses to your temple, quiet whispers of devotion and love against your skin.

⨳⊹ Halsin's one for enjoying the happiness of the moments he experiences, doesn't like to waste them away. He won't think about closing his eyes until at least 20 minutes after you do.

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leighsartworks216 · 1 year ago

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Screaming crying crawling up the walls for your top tier Astarion content

Idk if you’ve seen this, it’s floating around the internet (I think it’s a tweet?) it says something like “I want someone to grab my face and say ON PURPOSE, I WILL CARE FOR YOU ON PURPOSE” and I’d love to see our love-deprived bi-centurion react to something like this.

Like maybe he’s caught feelings for tav and is starting to feel bad for manipulating them and starts self-sabotaging by saying/thinking stuff like ‘you only THINK you love me but it’s not real, I’m sorry I made you feel this way’ and tav getting v v serious and replying “I never loved you by accident”.

Him being confronted by the fact that things never would’ve gotten this far if they didn’t let it, if they didn’t choose him, that they’re still choosing him and that it has nothing to do with the act he put up or the situation he constructed, if they wanted nothing to do w him they could’ve and would’ve dipped.

Idk I’m just spitting ideas, have fun babe ✌🏻

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I wrote this at 2am but I did proofread it (it's almost 4 now 💀)

Also the original tweet is by Jenny Slate (@/jennyslate) and says, "I just want someone to grab my little face and scream 'ON PURPOSE, ON PURPOSE I AM GOING TO CARE ABOUT YOU'"

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: self-doubt, references to manipulation, self-deprecation, references to dissociation, dissociation mention, hurt/comfort

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It began one night, almost a week ago. Astarion had gotten into the routine of joining you in your bedroll after feeding, cuddling close and relaxing to the steady sound of your heartbeat. That night, a week ago, he didn’t. He delicately bit into your skin and pulled away before you were even slightly dizzy, murmured something about how you’d need your strength for a fight tomorrow, and slipped off to hunt for animals. Truly, you didn’t think anything of it, then. And maybe you got so lost, so caught up in your daily stress, that was why you didn’t register it for so long. Comments under his breath about manipulation immediately covered up with Gale requesting a magical artifact or Shadowheart and Lae’zel fighting.

So, a week went by. And the realization finally hit. Guilt ate away at your stomach, but wallowing wasn’t going to help. When night started to creep in, your companions slipping into their tents, you slipped into Astarion’s. Sitting in a pile of pillows, he looked up at you with a smirk and a ‘Hello, darling’, but it didn’t reach his eyes. They were dark. Distant.

“I’m sorry I haven’t given you the attention you need,” you start. A baffled look flickers across his face, but it is not given the time to settle.

There is a twitch at the corner of his mouth, like it’s a strain for him to keep smirking. “It’s perfectly alright, darling. You’ve been busy running around camp, helping people - I understand.”

With any other person, this would have seemed a perfectly reasonable response. An apology accepted, a mutual understanding - the relationship goes on. Except, this was Astarion.

You sit down nearby, close enough to reach out and touch. Any closer and you worried you’d overcrowd him. You always tried to let him come to you first, though he usually struggled to initiate anything.

“You’ve been distant, too,” you point out. He begins to form the words to apologize, but you shake your head to stop him before they can build a sentence. “I’m not upset, I don’t need an apology. I just wanted to know why.”

To be honest, he didn’t expect you to notice. He assumed, quite stupidly, all things considered, that you would be too preoccupied to notice him slowly slipping away. Late night cuddles dashed for hunting, hand holding forgotten as he trails along at the back of the group, kisses never lingering and the ones that did lacking any emotion behind them.

“Is something wrong?” you prompt gently. “If it’s too much, we can work out what would be better for you.”

Guilt stabs at his own non-beating heart like a wooden stake. He’s drifting and you still throw him a rope, still ask for him to grab on and pull himself away from his past, from dissociating with the slightest hint of affection.

He smiles wryly. “I can’t hide anything from you, can I?” he teases, but it comes out a little too strained to be a joke. His fingers fiddle with the corner of the page of his book. He finds watching the paper fold and bend is much more interesting than looking into your eyes.

He sighs. “I’m sorry, my dear,” he says, but the endearment feels like fire on his tongue, “but it’s not real. This isn’t real.” Your brow furrows as you stare at him. He can’t bear to see the realization cross your face. “Two hundred years of manipulating - of course I would trick you, too. It’s instinct, darling, I don’t blame you.” Red eyes finally meet yours. You look confused, of course, but there’s an air of determination, like you’re ready to fight whatever plagues him. “But this… love… it’s not real. And for what it’s worth, I am sorry I made you feel this way.”

He expects anger. He expects tears, even. Crying and shouting and ‘How could you?!’s and ‘I can’t believe you’ve manipulated me all this time!’ But it never comes. You frown, sure, but it’s leagues away from being angry.

“You think… you manipulated me into feeling this way?”

It shouldn’t hurt as much as it does. Admitting it feels bitter. He blames it on his growing fondness for you, but he knows it cannot possibly be returned in any genuine way. Not with his underhanded tactics surfacing at every passing glance, soft brush, and gentle smile. “Come now, darling,” he smirks again, building a wall to separate himself from the shitshow that must be just ‘round the corner, “who could really love me?”

That only succeeds in making you frown further. “Astarion, I’m not with you because you’ve tricked me.” The baffled look from earlier surfaces again, but it lingers, mixed with doubt. “I understand that you started this to manipulate me into protecting you, but I’m not here because you successfully influenced my emotions - To be perfectly honest, I could tell from the start.”

He laughs dryly, suddenly, like it startles him. “And here I was thinking I’d learned some subtlety.”

You don’t laugh with him. You don’t even smile. “I chose you, Astarion. I still choose to be with you. Because I want to.”

Any lingering mask of confidence fell from his face. The creases around his mouth became more prominent as he frowned. His eyes darted around, glancing around your face for any tells of deception, any hint that you’re making this up to make him feel better. “How can you be sure? How do you know you’re choosing me and not just buying into another act?”

“Astarion.” You get on your knees and hold his face in your hands. He stares up at you with big, round eyes. “If I wanted to, I could break up with you. I am not staying because I feel stuck, or because I feel obligated to. I love you. On purpose. On purpose, I am staying with you. On purpose, I choose you.”

He opens his mouth, but no words form. His mind is reeling, chasing to catch up and process everything, all the while jumping and flipping, trying to find excuses or reasons why you shouldn’t care for him. He swallows the lump building in his throat. He speaks in a whisper, too stunned to speak louder. “Are you sure?”

Your whole face softens. Determination turns to fond affection, frown lifting into a soft grin. “Yes. I’m sure.” You press a kiss to his forehead, and he closes his eyes to savor it. It’s been a week without allowing himself your love - he deserves to enjoy it once again, even if he feels guilty for it. He wishes his thoughts would just shut up and let him have this. “If you still need space or time, I’ll be here. I’m not leaving. Just,” you pull his face back, “please talk to me about this next time. I know things have been hectic, but I’m never too busy for you.”

He sighs, slow and soft. Relieved. “Of course, my love.” He adores the way you smile brightly at the endearment. He turns sheepish. “Ah, could I, possibly, join you tonight? It does, admittedly, get rather lonely passing the time alone.”

You kiss his cheek. “Of course you can. C’mon, I’ll even play with your hair if you’d like.”

He chuckles, genuine this time. “I very much would.” His book is set aside, the page he left off on lost as he takes your hand and follows you from his tent. He can’t help himself from squeezing your hand in his, like he can’t quite grasp the fact you are physically holding onto him. Even when you lay down first and he settles in next to you, arms wrapped around your middle and his head on your chest, it still feels hard to believe. But the way you wrap your arms around him and gently detangle his curls and scratch lightly at his scalp cannot possibly be from his imagination. Nor the way you press kisses on his forehead and temple and hair with sweet praises and words of affection. His mind is not kind enough to imagine such tenderness.

Laying there in your arms, listening to the steady beat of your heart and even breaths that fill your lungs as you slip into sleep, is the closest he has ever been to true contentment.

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aethes-bookshelf · 1 year ago

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empty eyes, emptier words || astarion/tav/halsin

I've been stuck in BG3 hell since the game first came out. I'm still in there. I don't think I'll be coming out anytime soon, so have this piece of angst. If everything goes well, maybe I'll deliver on some devil fucking (ft. Haarlep & Raphael). But that's a big IF.

For now, take this. I wrote it in class. I was supposed to be paying attention, but I made this instead. Bon appétit.

Warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, tav straight up fucking dies

Pairing: astarion/tav/halsin

Wordcount: 1.4k

Summary: Orin knew exactly who to take to hit those troublesome True Souls the hardest. Their leader was the obvious choice - a chicken can only run so far if you take its head. Tav would make a beautiful sacrifice for Bhaal.

And if anyone came to try and get them back? All the better. Blood will flow either way. And what a sight it'll be.

[I made some changes to Orin's dagger. Now, whoever gets killed with it can't be resurrected. Or can they?]

ao3 link || part 2

Orin turned around at the first sound of footsteps. She brandished her dagger, her Netherstone embedded in the cold metal of the weapon. She was standing on the sacrificial altar at the center of the temple. Beneath her laid Tav, arms and legs bound. They were unconscious, fresh and old wounds littering their body. The little clothing they wore stuck to their skin, wet with blood. The smell of it hit Astarion like a club to the head. He hated how his mouth instantly watered, hunger rearing its ugly head.

‘I don’t smell Gortash’s rot on you,’ Orin said, crouching by Tav’s body. She dragged her blade across their skin. Fresh blood bubbled to the surface. Tav didn’t even flinch. They were barely breathing.

‘Did it think it could trick me? Did it think it could save?’ Orin taunted, her dagger stopping right over Tav’s heart. Astarion could hear its faint beating.

The heat of Karlach’s anger burned the air around her. ‘I hope you’re not about to do what I think you are. For your sake.’ Her massive ax sliced through the pungent air, tail swishing behind her.

Halsin didn’t speak, but his eyes glowed bright gold. His hands were clenched at his sides, anger barely restrained.

Astarion unsheathed his own daggers, their weight a fleeting comfort. ‘You lay one more finger on them, I’ll rip your throat out,’ he said. A growl ripped itself out of his throat.

‘Your teeth aren’t sharp enough to pierce my throat,’ said Orin. The tip of her dagger sank into Tav’s chest. ‘Not enough to slice my flesh, taste my blood.’ She drew back her hand, dagger rising into the air. A speck of blood followed its tip.

Astarion clenched his jaw so hard his teeth hurt. His upper lip drew back; he bared his fangs on instinct.

‘Even if you kill them, all you’ll achieve is pissing us off,’ said Karlach. Her words were confident, but her voice betrayed her; she was afraid. ‘We’ll just bring them back so they can spit on your fucking corpse after I split you in half, you crazy bitch.’

None of them liked the way Orin laughed at those words. ‘“Bring them back”? Not here. Not with Bhall’s blessing.’ She grinned, showing all of her teeth. ‘They’ll be the first sacrifice of the night. Then I’ll spill your blood and guts on their flayed skin.’ A shiver ran through Orin as she brought her dagger down.

The blade sank into Tav’s chest with a sickening squelch. They gasped, body going rigid for just a second. Then they went limp.

Astarion’s scream rang through the still air as Karlach charged the altar.

* * *

Astarion knelt down by the bodies laying on the stairs and started rifling through their pockets.

‘What the hell are you doing, Fangs?’ asked Karlach. Tears were evaporating off of her face, her infernal engine still hot with her battle rage. The ashes of a used scroll of revivify were cooling at her feet. The spell's energy had already ran out and Tav was still limp, their body slowly going rigid.

‘I’m looting, can’t you tell?’ Astarion’s voice was snappy, but even. ‘Tav’s usually the one to take everything that’s not nailed down but they obviously can’t do it this time, can they?’

He leaned down over a pile of smoking bones and burned blood that used to be a man once. ‘They always find something for us in these piles of trash, I thought it’d be… nice to do the same for them for once.’ He managed to fish out a rusted dagger from underneath the pile.

‘Astarion,’ said Karlach, voice breaking.

‘Besides, their favorite tea ran out a few days ago, so we’re gonna need stuff to sell.’ He leaned over the pile of Orin’s gore next. ‘Tav spent most of our money on some new armor for you and Gale, and that tea’s expensive, you know?’ He took Orin’s dagger. His hands were shaking.

‘Astarion,’ Karlach tried again. The low hiss of evaporating tears got louder.

‘They deserve to drink something good when they come back, no?’ Astarion stood up straight. His grip on Orin’s dagger was so tight his chuckles went paper-white.

‘Astarion,’ Karlach’s voice was low and thick with tears, ‘I don’t think they’re coming ba—’

‘Don’t you dare finish that sentence.’ Astarion was quick to turn around and point the dagger at Karlach’s chest. ‘Don’t you dare finish that sentence.’ For the first time since they arrived at the temple, his voice broke. ‘Of course they’re coming back. Why do we keep that creepy skeleton around if not to bring us back in times like these?’

His eyes watered. ‘They’re coming back. They have to. They must. Even if that means I’ll have to drag them out of the Hells myself.’

Astarion’s eyes wandered to Tav’s broken corpse. They were still laying on the altar, the stone of it slick with their drying blood. He couldn’t see their face; Halsin’s shoulders were obstructing the view. Astarion could swear the druid was shaking too.

‘Halsin, they’re coming back, right? They’re coming back!’ If Astarion’s heart still beat, it’d be fluttering with rising panic.

Halsin’s voice was low and quiet. He kept stroking Tav’s matted hair as he spoke. ‘I’m not sure they will, my friend.’

Those words punched all air out of Astarion’s lungs. Fury replaced it.

‘Shut up!’ he screamed; his voice echoed in the empty temple. ‘We were supposed to have decades together. Decades! They can’t leave yet. They promised!’ His knees buckled. With every word he spoke, he sank lower and lower, until his knees hit the cold stone beneath him. ‘They promised we’d… We were supposed to find a way for me to be in the sun again,’ his voice faded into silence.

Astarion couldn’t speak anymore. His chest clenched and his eyes burned. He wanted to scream. He wanted to rage and kill, and tear. He wanted to bring Orin back just so he could send her to her blasted god all over again. He wanted to hear Tav laugh at one of his stupid jokes.

His throat was clenched so tight not even sobs could escape it. He was vaguely aware Halsin’s shoulders were openly shaking with his grief, but he couldn’t bring himself to comfort the druid. That would mean looking at Tav’s empty eyes. That would make this entire nightmare real. So very, terribly real.

Astarion’s grip on Orin’s dagger loosened; the weapon fell with a loud cling, its Netherstone slipping out of it. The stone shone dimly in the light of the torches.

All of it for these stones. All this death, pain and misery for these three pieces of one whole. Tav died for it.

Meaningless, meaningless, meaningless. All of it. All of it!

Astarion’s mind was reeling; jumping from pain to denial to anger to desperation. He didn’t know what to do. Tav would know, he thought, and a fresh wave of tears fell.

Karlach laid a hand on his shoulder. She’d cooled down enough for her touch to be only slightly painful on his corpse-cold skin. ‘We have to go, Fangs. Halsin.’ Her grip on Astarion tightened when he shook his head. ‘We have to go,’ she repeated, harsher this time. Barely restrained emotion shook her voice. ‘If they even can come back, we need to get them back to camp as soon as possible.’

Halsin took a deep breath and wiped his face with the back of his hand. ‘Karlach’s right,’ he said and stood up. Tav was limp as he cradled them close to his chest. To his heart. ‘If we stay here too long, we’ll certainly lose them for good.’ The druid squared his shoulders and turned to face the other two.

Astarion went rigid at the sight of Tav’s hand, limply hanging off the side of their body. He couldn’t bring himself to look up at their face.

‘Astarion,’ Halsin’s voice was soft, ‘I understand your pain. They are in my heart as they are in yours. But we mustn't waste time lest we lose them forever. If there is a chance to save them, we must act now.’

Astarion swallowed down the bile rising in his throat. The chill of death had never been more present in his bones. He nodded, silent, and picked up Orin’s dagger and Netherstone.

‘Let’s go,’ said Karlach, new-found determination on her face. ‘We still have to buy their favorite tea after this, right? How’d you put it, Fangs? “They deserve to drink something good after this”?’

Astarion nodded. He didn’t trust his voice not to break if he spoke. There was an empty, far-away look in his eyes.

As they left the temple of Bhaal, the sweet stench of blood followed them out.

#my writing #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #halsin x tav #halsin x reader #astarion x tav x halsin #angst #hurt/no comfort #major character death #x reader #gender neutral tav #ambiguous ending

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baldursgate3tempobsessed · 1 year ago

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Hi hi!!! I just found your blog and I love how you wrote Astarion. I have a small request if you're still taking them!

Because of Halsin's one line about how his wildshape is hard to repress I have a headcanon that certain druidic animal forms get triggered by certain emotions. So what if a druid Tav was hurt or scared and got stuck in animal form, and Astarion had to calm them down long enough for them to shift back/get healed

Aww, I like this. But some TW: The reason for them being hurt/scared is fucked and involves dead children. I killed off some NPCs for this one (but they live in the real game I swear!) Also set in Act 2, after he confesses. Just so you know! Don't trigger yourself for this.

There was a reason that Astarion always tried to convince you to not leave him behind at camp. Mostly because it could be dreadfully boring, doing nothing but sitting there waiting for your return. But also because he didn't like being out of the loop. There had been many moments, too many, where he had been the sole reason you were still standing. Whether that be stabbing someone in the back who held a dagger to your throat or being the one to help you back on your feet from the brink of death, Astarion had gotten very good at keeping you alive.

He didn't trust anyone to watch out for you the way he could, a belief that was instantly strengthened when the group came back. With you nowhere to be seen. It was only Halsin and Shawdowheart, beaten and bloodied as they limped their way forward.

The sight of them had Astarion on his feet in an instant, an awful feeling settling in the pit of his stomach as he waited for you to slink out of the tree line to join them. But nothing.

"Where are they?" Astarion asked, his voice loud and fraught enough to cut through the others questions on what happened, "Why isn't Tav with you?"

Neither of them answered, instead they swapped a knowing grimace. The silence was enough for Astarion's blood to go cold, the worst jumping to the forefront of his mind. B-But that couldn't be. The two in front of him wouldn't just leave her to die, would they? He would hope not, otherwise he'd be forced to bleed them both dry. Astarion was so lost in his thoughts he hadn't even realized how heavily he was breathing, how his hands were trembling at the very thought of your being gone. Your corpse just left behind for the wolves in the cursed Shadowlands.

"Astarion, breathe," Halsin said gently, the behemoth of a man suddenly standing in front of him, his hands gently resting on his shoulders, "I know where they are, they're okay. They just... aren't exactly themselves right now, or at least not the version you know."

"If they're okay then why in the hells aren't they here?" Astarion seethed back at him, swatting his touch away before steeping back, "You just left them out there? Alone?"

"It's not that simple," Halsin started, right as Shadowheart piped up, "Karlach is with her. We aren't that incompetent."

"Well considering that our leader is missing, I wouldn't exactly call you capable," Astarion barked back at her, already turning back towards Halsin, "Take me to them. Now."

The venom in his voice would have surprised Astarion himself if he was capable of thinking about anything but you dead in the middle of nowhere. He barely even had the patience for Halsin to get adequate healing, but it was better than having to wait for him to limp the entire way there. He felt antsy and off center for the entire journey, completely foreign emotions taking over him. He didn't care about people like this, for the precise reason that it led to these horrifying moments of uncertainty. He didn't know what he would do without you anymore. He didn't want to ever find out.

It figures that you would go and almost get yourself killed right after he admitted a portion of his feelings to you. And now everything he wished he'd said was invading his every thought.

"Oh come on now, don't make that face! You know me!"

The sound of Karlach's voice was enough to bring him out of his own head. She was up ahead, kneeling next to a small cave opening as she spoke, "For something so cute, you're being a bit of a pisser right now. Aren't you?"

Astarion didn't miss the bodies littering the way between where he stood and the cave, a mix of homely gnolls and dead tieflings, some that he unfortunately recognized from the grove. He didn't take the time to examine them closely, but... he was aware that many looked young. Much, much too young to have died here.

"There they are," Halsin sighed as Karlach cooed at the cave opening, "They've been in there since we stumbled upon all of... this."

"They've gotten less scratchy at the least," Karlach added, standing up with a stretch, her gaze pointedly avoiding the massacre in front of them, "But they won't stop hissing up a storm. I tried to pull them out by the scruff and almost lost a hand, so I'm thinking we may have to wait this one out."

Astarion ignored her as he got closer to the cave, his eyes widening at what he saw. It was you, or at least he was thought it was. He was well-aware of your druidic abilities and he had seen you polymorph into a ferocious beast many, many times. But never like this. No, you always had a human air about you when you shifted, the reality of your true shelf always shining through your eyes, never without perfect control.

But now, you were cowering in your panther form, your eyes daring back and forth, your coat so covered in blood that it nearly looked like you had been swimming in it. You even hissed at the sight of him of all people, your teeth bared as you backed farther against the cave wall, nothing but pure animal fear and rage behind your eyes.

"It can happen sometimes," Halsin explained with a frown, "Tav is very connected with this form, perhaps too connected. Enough so for it to take over when they're particularly distressed. It used to happen to me even, many, many moons ago. It can take hours to change back, maybe even days. And it can be very... difficult to remember your life outside of instincts."

Well wasn't that just fucking awful? Figures there had to be a drawback to such a powerful advantage. But he'd be damned if he'd leave you out here alone for days. And he doubted that the extra audience would help with anything.

"Leave us," Astarion ordered, his eyes still on you, "I'll find a way to bring them back to camp."

Halsin and Karlach exchanged a glance, obviously weary at the idea. Karlach cleared her throat, "Astarion, I know that the two of you are, um, close, but I don't think you can do anything-"

"Watch me," Astarion said, his words petulant even to his own ears. But he meant it. If anyone could help you through whatever this was, it was going to be him, "If I'm not back before the sun rises feel free to look for me. Now leave."

"But she could kill you on accident! And if my best friend had to wake up to that-" Karlach tried to argue, interrupted by Halsin putting a strong hand on her shoulder, "Just because part of them is lost doesn't mean all of them is. Astarion can handle himself."

Astarion was a bit surprised to receive the druid's support, but he wasn't about to argue over it. He nodded at them, "I'll be fine. Now go, I don't think the crowd is helping with their nerves."

Astarion watched them walk away, only relaxing when they were out of sight. It felt like he could finally breathe again. There you were, safe and sound if not a bit... changed. But he could work with that.

Astarion sat cross-legged to the side of the cave entrance, his voice soft but scolding as he spoke, "'I'll be safe Astarion, don't worry about me Astarion, you're such a little overthinker Astarion.' And now look at you, trapped in a cave with a cat's body. Darling, I think it's high time that you start listening to me."

Astarion hadn't been expecting an answer, but the pitiful little chirp you let out brought a smile to his face. He scooted a bit closer to the entrance, careful not to actually cross the threshold as he spoke, "I'm serious Tav, do you know how horrible it was to see them come back without you? I'd say a punishment would be in order, if you weren't too busy giving it to yourself that is."

Another small, dejected noise, but it sounded closer this time. Astarion glanced at the entrance, smiling when he saw you sitting there on all fours, your tail twitching as you peeked outside. Perhaps it wasn't the wisest thing to do but Astarion slowly brought his hand up, hovering it right in your face while praying that you wouldn't take the chance to bite it off, "It seems like you haven't lost the faculty for understanding language yet. Lick my hand if I'm right."

You did, your large sandpaper tongue gliding over his palm before retreating. You looked... different than before. In a good way, but not a whole way.

"That's a good kitty," Astarion praised, laughing at the way the pet name made your brows scrunch up. Perhaps you weren't fully yourself, but enough of you was there for him to know you'd be getting him back for that little quip, "Oh don't look at me like that. You're the full-grown adult in the body of a glorified housecat."

The little growl you let out at that just made him laugh harder, "A very pretty housecat. Does that help my love?"

You didn't answer. Instead you turned with a huff and retreated back into the cave, your demeanor much more relaxed than before. Relaxed enough for Astarion to venture in there after you. It was a small space, just large enough for a panther to lay and a man to sit. You didn't hiss or growl as he settled in, just watched him with sharp eyes.

Astarion didn't like it. You were usually so tactile with him, always finding reasons for touch, even if they were simple. Standing shoulder to shoulder, intertwining your fingers together, hugs and kisses innocent enough to make Astarion melt. Even in your animal form, not touching you just felt... wrong.

But Astarion also wasn't trying to get mauled. He kept his hands to himself, his head cocked as he stared at you, "Are you honestly going to stay all the way over there? We might be here all night darling, you wouldn't want me to be cold would you?"

Perhaps that was manipulative phrasing, but at least it worked. You shuffled closer, resting your head in his lap while staring up at him with those big eyes.

"See?" Astarion cooed down at you, taking the chance to pet your head, "Isn't that better?"

You didn't answer, instead you closed your eyes, a light purr coursing through you. You really did make an adorable panther, even when your fur was crusted with blood and the tiniest bit of gore. Perhaps you didn't smell that best at the moment, but you sure were cute. You fell asleep there, right in his lap, your body finally fully relaxed.

This wasn't exactly how Astarion intended on spending his night, but there were plenty of worse things. Like having the bury the love of his life for example. Or watching a gnoll tear into their corpse. But luckily enough for him that didn't happen. No, he had you with him, safe and sound. Panther or not, he loved you, and one of these days he would get the courage to admit it out loud. Hopefully sooner than later, considering how easily you could be taken from him.

Astarion hadn't planned on falling asleep with you, but you were so warm, and the sound of your happy purring was nearly hypnotic. The next thing he knew he was out, awaking hours later to a dark cave and a different weight set in his lap. But not an unfamiliar one.

Astarion glanced down, breathing out a sigh of relief when it was you back to normal, seemingly shifting in the middle of the night. You were laying in what seemed to be an extremely uncomfortable position, your cute face smooshed against his leg as you slumbered.

"There you are," Astarion murmured, the quiet sound of his voice still enough to jolt you awake. You blinked your eyes open, sitting up with a start as you frantically looked around.

"Hey, hey, calm down. Everything's okay," Astarion said gently, tugging you back to him, "You just had a little... incident. That's all."

You nodded, the memories from the day seemingly hitting you all at once. He could see the tears start to well up in your eyes as you stared at the ground, "I... I remember the tieflings. We found them too late. And I saw one of those things gnawing on... on Silfy. And another on Mattis and I just... lost it."

Oh gods. Astarion didn't exactly have a soft spot for children, but the thought of seeing one of the ones you had saved, eaten alive was horrifying. Even against the things he had seen.

"Come here love," Astarion murmured, holding his arms out; his heart breaking at the look on your face.

You went to him, nearly collapsing in his arms as you cried into his shoulder, "I didn't save them. I- they were right there. And I didn't save them."

"You can't save everyone," Astarion said as he stroked your hair, "Not every life can be your responsibility. It just can't."

"Why not?" You sniffled, looking up at him with tired eyes, "Why does this have to keep happening? Why can't I do something about it?"

"Because the world wasn't made for people like you," Astarion said honestly, "It is cruel and horrific and it doesn't deserve you. But it needs you anyway. It needs someone who cares, despite everything that proves you shouldn't. And that's not fair, but it's true."

Part of him could scarcely believe such words were even his own, let alone that fact that he believed them. But he did. You couldn't save everyone, no. But that didn't stop the fact that those you could mattered. That your kindness and passion for good did mean something, it meant enough to help hundreds of people. And enough to change him. Astarion would never be the same after meeting you. He didn't want to be, but even if he did the change was irrevocable. Because that's just the effect you had on people. And he felt so damned lucky that he was one of them.

You nodded against him as you let all of your tears out, his words meaningful but not enough to stop the pain completely.

But that was okay. Astarion wasn't going anywhere.

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #asks #you'll pry my long posts out of my cold dead hands #tw for kids that do not live #which is not canon #the kids mentioned can very much live in game #but drama #gender neutral tav

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Vows

Astarion x Gender Neutral Reader/Unnamed Tav

Warnings: brief mention of Cazador; Astarion's self-doubt; minor Act 2 spoilers

Summary: Tav has a gift for Astarion; Astarion has a lot of feelings and he is still learning to feel them

You walk up to Astarion's tent, calling his name in that affectionate way you do. He places a ribbon in the book in his hands and gives you his full attention.

"Yes, darling?"

"Do you have a moment to spare?" You ask, rubbing the back of your neck. "I'd like to—I have something for you."

He raises an eyebrow but gestures for you to come sit with him in his tent. You settle across from him on your knees, hands balled up on top of your thighs. He rarely sees you nervous, but he does his utmost not to betray his anxiety about that.

"Hold out your hand," you say. "Please."

It should concern him how he complies without hesitation, but it doesn't.

You reach into a pouch that hangs from your hip and produce something small enough to be entirely obscured by your fist. He watches your face intently as you place it gently into his opened palm, your own fingertips lingering on his skin for too brief a moment.

He looks at your gift and raises his eyes in surprise. Attached to a leather cord is a ring of intricately carved driftwood. It is both exquisite and unassuming – only upon close inspection do the delicately hewn druidic details reveal how much mastery was put into it. It is whole and unbroken.

"This is beautiful," Astarion glances between you and the ring, too many questions filling his mind all at once. "Where did it come from?"

"I made it," you reply, searching his features for any sign of discomfort.

His ruby eyes snap to yours, his lips parted in disbelief.

"You made this? For me?" He raises both brows.

You nod, balling your fists in your lap again. "I wanted to—to give you something to show you that I care for you. You have said that you don't know what we're doing, and I don’t need you to. But I would be remiss if I didn't tell you that… I want to stay by your side. I meant it when I said that you are more than your body. This is yours. You need not offer me anything in return."

Astarion's face softens as you speak, and he gazes at the treasure in his hand. He cannot remember ever receiving something so dear. His affection for you swells within him like a mighty wave, and he fears for a moment that he'll be washed away with it. But then his eyes meet yours, and the sincerity there is like salvation.

He believes you. Gods, he believes you.

He smiles and carefully places the cord over his head and around his neck. There's a faint warmth where the ring lies, nestled perfectly between his collarbones, and he realizes that you have imbued the circle with druidic protections. He struggles to swallow around the emotion balled up in his throat.

He holds out his hand, much like he did the night after that Drow attempted to solicit a bite from him—the night he confessed his failed plans to you. You take his offering and the warmth of your skin against his is as sweet as the sun that he loves so much.

"Thank you," he says.

He wants to say more. He fears that he's unworthy of your affection, but he knows that you would reassure him if he were to voice his concern. He wants more than anything to hear your affirmations. To hold your heart and faith close to his chest, taking the heat for himself. It is this desire to possess that stays his tongue.

He does not believe himself in any position to return your love the way he so desires to. Not until the shadow of his former master has been lifted. Not until he can be certain that his body is his own and can never be used to harm you again. Not until he's free.

So, for now, he will accept your gift and keep that close to his heart in your stead. But he vows to himself that one day he will be his own again; his own to share with you, purely because he desires to.

#astarion #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion x gn tav #astarion x reader #astarion x gn reader #gender neutral tav

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karniss-bg3 · 1 year ago

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Hunger

After a long day of travel the exhausted group made camp to rest for the night. After unrolling their sleeping bag Tav decided to converse with their companions, unwinding with those they were growing to trust. Gale dug through their supplies for ingredients, seeming indecisive about what meal they’d have this night. Astarion lounged on a pile of pillows, propped up midway while thumbing through one of the books he pilfered on their journey. Laezel was content to settle on her knees nearby, quiet and uninterested in socializing. Everyone was in their place, all except their newest member. Tav spun in a slow circle to search but he couldn’t find the drider. They noticed Wyll near to the fire warming his hands, approaching him for inquiry.

“Wyll, have you seen Kar’niss? I’m certain he was right behind us,” Tav said.

“No, not since we put down our tents. I did notice he was looking a little gray around the eyes while we traveled today. I assumed he was just tired.”

“Now that you mention it,” Astarion interjected, “he wasn’t nearly as chatty as before. The break from his droning mantra was a welcomed change.”

Tav side-eyed Astarion and shook their head. “I’ll go look for him. He might be injured but didn’t wish to announce it.”

“Or maybe he’s decided to run off to find Majesty himself. He doesn’t strike me as the patient sort,” Shadowheart added.

Gale lifted a finger and waggled it in her direction. “Maybe so, but Tav sees something in him. Like it or not he’s part of our merry band now. Best to exhaust every option before assuming the worst.”

“Thank you Gale,” Tav said. “I won’t be gone long.”

Karlach held up her axe, the flicker of flames lapping at the handle. “If you’re not back in an hour, I’ll come looking, soldier.”

Tav smiled and nodded. “I’ve no doubt about that.”

Once the groups fears had been assuaged Tav wandered toward the direction Wyll pointed them to. This led away from camp and into a wooded area. They noticed broken twigs and bushes displaced likely due to a large creature moving through them. They ventured forth, the thick underbrush tugging at their clothing, strong scents of pine and moss tickling at their nostrils. It was dark, much of the moonlight obscured by the thick canopy above but Tav pressed on, lighting a torch to help cut through the pitch.

“Kar’niss?” They called, their voice echoing in the immediate area.

Several steps in they heard a distinct rustling above them, a few rogue leaves floating down from the trees branches around them. They tried to see what caused the disturbance, the wind or something more? In doing so they didn’t see the sticky trap they were backing into, their body hitting a wall of web that stretched between two thick tree trunks. This startled them, spinning around to struggle against the adhesive silk which snagged onto their clothes and hair with a vice grip.

“Hnn!”

Tav dropped their torch, the flame extinguishing once it touched the wet mud beneath their feet. They pushed and pulled but just as they yanked one arm free the other seemed to become more entangled as a result. Panic start to set in, Tav finding themselves close to calling out for those back at camp. Their cries were stifled by movement above them, darting their eyes to search for the source. From above, nine reflective spheres peered back at them, glowing in the dim moonlight that managed to filter through the branches. Tav stopped fighting with the webbing, their expression twisting into a confused scowl.

“Kar’niss?”

An annoyed hiss sounded off above them. “True Soul has ruined our trap.”

Tav breathed a sigh of relief. “Gods, that scared the shit out of me.” They frowned and looked at their arms, tacky and thoroughly wrapped in web. “How...how do I get out of this?”

Kar’niss carefully balanced over the branch which barely supported his weight. “They must stop struggling. The more they do the tighter the bondage. Back away, slowly, until the web becomes taut and snaps under pressure.” He’d instruct, his voice relaying the irritation at losing all of that hard work.

Tav did as told, walking backwards and dragging the thick strands with them. They pulled until the web couldn’t sustain itself, the beautiful entanglement ripped down the middle and freed it’s hostage. They exhaled, their heart beating so hard they could hear it in their ears. They’d start the process of peeling excess from their arms and clothing, admiring the leftovers as best as they could in the limited light.

“I’m sorry, Kar’niss. I didn’t mean to ruin anything. We didn’t know where you went so I left to search. I...was worried.”

The statement made Kar’niss shuffle in place, his head cocked to the side, perplexed. “Worried? We are not weak, we can handle ourselves.”

Tav winced. “Yes of course.” Once they cleaned themselves off they glanced up at him. “What are you doing out here, anyway? Wyll said you looked gray around the eyes. Are you ill?”

“Tch, no. I am hungry. I have not eaten in days, can’t wait any longer. We smelled wild game, one will wander into my web...once I rebuild it,” he grumbled.

Tav bit their lower lip. “We...have food in the camp. You’re welcome to share it with us, we don’t mind.”

“What food you have available we cannot eat. Unless you wish to offer the cleric, the fighter or the warlock for us to feast on. They are the only three that do not smell of foul blood.”

They furrowed their brows. “Blood…?” A pause. “Oh, OH! You can only consume blood?”

Kar’niss snorted and backed up against the bulk of the tree. “It is the only thing that sustains us. We prefer it fresh. If that is all, you may go. You’re scaring off the game.”

Tav frowned and nodded. “Alright. Once again, I’m sorry.”

They leaned down and palmed over the ground until they found their torch. Tav began to turn to depart, able to hear Kar’niss shuffling above to start the process of fixing the mess. They stopped mid-step, a thought dawning on them. They whirled back around and fixed their eyes on the drider’s silhouette above them.

“I have a question,” Tav said.

Kar’niss scoffed. “What is it now?”

They took a step closer. “You mentioned feeding on others at camp. What about...me?”

The question nearly caused him to lose his footing, his reflective gaze darting to Tav in surprise. “What?”

“Well, I ruined your trap and I feel awful about it. I’m sure it’ll take you a while to fix it, even longer to get a catch. So long as you promise not to drain me dry, that I’ll walk away from this, I don’t see why I can’t give you something.”

Kar’niss’ legs clicked against the surface of the branch, shifting his large body to get a better angle to look at Tav. A silence fell over the area only broken by the mild rustling of foliage from a gentle rolling breeze. He was thinking it over which was a good sign to Tav at least.

“We can...do this. Take only what we need to hold us over for something more...filling.”

Tav swallowed thickly, starting to second guess their offer. They had never been a meal for a drider before and didn’t know what to expect. At the same time they didn’t want him to starve. It was only a temporary arrangement, right?

“Will it hurt?”

“A little but it will pass quickly,” Kar’niss said.

Tav inhaled a deep lungful of air, mustering up the courage to give the order. Kar’niss was intimidating on his own but more so partially concealed by the shadows as he was.

“Alright, do it.”

Kar’niss didn’t need further convincing. His hind legs lifted to stimulate the spinnerets in the barb of his backside, producing a thick line of silk which he secured to the branch he perched upon. Attached to the line of web he began to descend from the tree toward his chosen snack standing below. Tav watched his approach, more of his features becoming defined the closer he came. Soon he hovered mere inches above the nervous individual, making intense eye contact with one another. Tav struggled to control their breathing, their heart racing with such fervor they feared it might burst like a bubble. Kar’niss reached out and hooked their arms under Tav’s armpits, winding them around their upper back. His pedipalps snapped around their waist and curled against their buttocks, enveloping Tav’s torso with the differing pair of limbs.

Tav suddenly felt the earth removed from their feet, Kar’niss’ hind legs pulling at the rope of silk, rising back into the safety of the canopy. Tav gasped from the sudden change in altitude, their arms wrapping around his neck out of instinct. This pressed their bodies together intimately so, Tav rarely allowed to be this close to the drider and finding they didn’t mind it. Once they reached a height that was acceptable to him he settled four of his legs against the side of the tree for stability, remaining suspended from the silken lifeline still attached to his spinnerets. This left Tav’s legs to dangle freely toward the ground below, a strange sensation but with the way Kar’niss held them they felt very secure. Almost too secure. Kar’niss had a grip on Tav and didn’t appear inclined to give it up. If they had reservations it may have been too late to voice them.

Kar’niss tugged Tav closer and craned his head to get a better angle on their neck, his prize. Tav’s lips trembled as his mouth inched closer, able to feel the caress of his warm breath cascading over the surface. Goosebumps spread the length of their arms, a gentle tremor creeping down their spine while the anticipation rose.

“Hold still,” Kar’niss whispered.

Before Tav could reply they felt his lips seal around the thickest portion of their neck. Razor sharp fangs sank into the tender flesh creating two smooth puncture wounds. The burning sting surged throughout their throat causing their eyes to water in response. A choked gurgle bubbled in their esophagus silenced only when they swallowed. Just as Kar’niss promised the throbbing ache of his intrusion began to wane, fading into a dull prickling sensation around the affected area. Tav curled their fingers into the meat of his lower shoulders to hang on for dear life, putting their trust into him keeping his word.

Kar’niss withdrew his fangs but kept his lips sealed around the area forming a vacuum, his nostrils flaring the moment Tav’s sanguine essence coated his greedy tongue. Vampire bites were hungered and frantic, seeking to drain their hosts as quickly as their heartbeat would allow. This was different, very much so. Kar’niss didn’t seem to be in a hurry, allowing the blood to flow naturally rather than sucking the area with any urgency. It took Tav a moment to realize, Kar’niss was savoring them.

His arms tightened around his ‘prey’, pointed digits mingling with the fabric of their clothes to get a better grip. He nursed at the open wound, his tongue occasionally darting out to lap over the surface for a stronger taste. Such a sensation made a blush blossom on Tav’s face, their breath hitched. They weren’t sure if it was from the blood loss or a new found curiosity, but they did experience the faintest tingle of arousal collecting around their groin. The softest sigh of pleasure escaped their mouth, a warmth rising on their skin that spread throughout their entire body.

After several moments passed Tav began to feel a tinge of dizziness creep into their head, the grip around his neck growing lax once weakness kicked in. Kar’niss sensed their exhaustion which prompted him to slide his lips free. He’d lick over the puncture marks to encourage their closure, sparing Tav from further loss.

“That is enough,” Kar’niss murmured.

Tav was dazed and a bit sore. Despite the blood drain they still had control of most of their faculties. They didn’t know how much time had passed but they could at least conclude it was no more than an hour. Otherwise they’d have a flaming tiefling bursting through the brush to make one hell of a scene. Tav panted quietly, reaching to feel over the area of their neck that had been willfully assaulted. They could feel the fang marks in the skin which were steadily healing over.

“Mmmf...do you f-feel better, Kar’niss?” Tav asked, their tone weary.

“Yes. This will sustain us for the moment. I can put you down now.”

“N-No. I want to stay with you, just a little while longer,” Tav said.

Kar’niss lofted a single brow, his eyelids falling half mast as if to mull it over. Tav did just put their trust into him for a risky endeavor, who was he to argue? “Very well.”

He inched his way up into the tree with Tav in tow, his legs hooking onto a thick branch to hoist the pair up. He lowered himself down into a seated position, his belly flush with the wood below. He adjusted Tav to cradle them, one arm under their knees and the other supporting their back. Tav felt the weight of exhaustion hanging heavy, their body curled into Kar’niss’ chest with rest in mind. The drider glanced down at his unexpected companion, his tongue tip grazing over the front of his teeth, collecting Tav’s taste still fresh upon them. He’d look at the half full moon partially exposed through the canopy.

“Thank you,” he said in a pensive tone.

Tav’s lips twitched into a worn but pleased smile, allowing their gaze to join Kar’niss in admiring the moonlight. There they remained in blissful silence, reflecting upon the moment shared between them.

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astarionmademewriteit · 1 year ago

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I couldn't stop imagining what spawn!Astarion's reaction would be if a stranger from the street approached gn!Tav and revealed that they had slept with Haarlep in Tav's form. So, here is a short 800 word story of what I imagine would happen in that situation from Astarion's POV.

I will probably add a part two from Ascended Astarion's POV so we can compare their motivations.

TW: Sexual harassment, graphic depictions of violence, feelings of shame and guilt.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

The glassy eyes of the strange man slip down Tav's form with thinly veiled satisfaction, eyeing them with unadulterated lust. His demeanor reeks of false confidence, and his behavior is bolstered by something that passes unsaid in his gaze.

Tav slows their steps, searching the strange man's face for anything that would spark familiarity, but ultimately coming up short.

“Excuse me? Do I know you?” Confusion paints their words as they shift uncomfortably under the oppressive gaze of the man standing before them.

The stranger chuckles at Tav's concern, his condescending tone thickening with delight as he watches Tav squirm, “No. But I know you,” he reaches out and drags a thumb across Tav's face. They quickly jerk away, repulsed by the unwanted attention. The man's face hardens, but he continues, “Well. I know your body at the very least. I'm sure there is an interesting story there. Tell me, how did an incubus come to acquire such a lovely, lovely body such as yours?”

Recognition dawns in Tav's eyes before they are quickly replaced by revulsion and shame. I can tell Tav is fighting to keep their emotions in check, but it must be difficult under the watchful gaze of such a repulsive man. Tav turns on their heels searching for a corner to slip around out of the man's sight.

Before they can, however, the stranger places a firm grasp on their elbow and spins them around, backing them up slowly like a predator cornering its prey.

“Hold on just a minute. I was rather considering a return trip to the House of Hope's boudoir. But now that I know I can get the real thing…” He leans over, just inches away from Tav's face. The look of guilt that dances across their features only fuels my own rage.

Before the stranger can so much as utter another foul word, I spring on him–twisting his arm painfully behind his back and digging the tip of my dagger into the soft flesh of his neck.

The stranger pitches backwards in pain, trying to relieve some of the pressure from his already cracked wrist bones. “What in the hells?” He screams, his eyes suddenly wild with fear.

I try to calm my own breathing as anger wells deep inside me, “What gives you the right to violate them like that?” I twist his wrist harder in the wrong direction, finding satisfaction in the cracking of his bones and his pitiful screams. My knife digs a little deeper into his neck and the first rivulets of blood bloom from his wound.

“I– I,” the man searches for something to say–anything that will convince me to relinquish my grasp on him. He doesn't realize that his fate has already been sealed the moment he deemed it appropriate to accost Tav.

I look towards Tav, who is all but hiding their face in shame. Their frame suddenly small as they curl in on themselves after having been hideously violated. The image only stirs similar emotions within me. I know that feeling all too well. I would never wish that on my darling. Not ever.

I turn back and glare viciously at the stranger, letting my expression speak for me. “Apologize. Right. Now. Before I gut you like the pig you are,” I growl through gritted teeth. I pull harder on his wrist, taking great pleasure in the snapping of sinew and tendons in his arm.

“I'm sorry,” he wails loudly, “I didn't mean it, I'm sorry.” His cries quickly turn to sobs as pain lances through his body, but I can hear his heartbeat. I heard the way it skipped at his words.

Lies. All lies.

I pull the knife away from his neck, which earns a small sigh of relief from the stranger. But, before he could regain his composure I thrust the dagger into his chest over and over again in a violent flurry of strikes, letting anger control my movements.

Blood splatters unceremoniously across my face as it casts off my blade. Only when the man's cries turn to whimpers and gurgling do I stop and let his body fall to the ground. I step over his crumpled form as if he were nothing but trash on the street, because that's all he really was, and make my way towards Tav.

“A-are you okay, my love?” I whisper sweetly, avoiding touching them without permission. I knew this dance all too well.

Tav shudders before shaking their head. I frown when I see sadness flooding their eyes threatening to spill over and consume them completely.

“Let's draw you a warm bath, darling. I think it's much needed after that encounter. Afterwards, we can talk about it if you feel like it.” I give them a soft smile, hoping to ease some of their shame.

Tav reaches out and tangles their fingers in mine as we walk back to Elfsong Tavern. “Thank you,” they whisper softly. The images of tonight still dance across their vision, and I swear to myself that I will try and make it better. As they had once done for me.

#astarion #bg3 #bg3 fanfic #astarion fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #astarion x tav #astarion x gn!tav #astarion ancunin #astarion drabble #astarion baldurs gate #baldur’s gate 3 #baldur's gate fic #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #Haarlep #astarion x gender neutral reader #gn!tav #Gender Neutral Tav

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yeetmeoutthewindowdaddy · 2 months ago

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Rolan and sorcerer Tav imagine:

(This is a different Tav from himbo Tav.)

Imagining Rolan begrudgingly asking sorcerer Tav about how they channel the weave.

Imagining the incredulous look on his face as Tav shrugs and tells him, "I just make a shwoopidy motion and magic happens." while lackadaisically swishing their arm up in the air with their hand giving a little twist of flare at the end.

Imagining how the gentle caress of the Weave that Tav produced inflames Rolan.

Imagining Rolan asking Tav through gritted teeth, "What do you mean you just make a 'swoopity'" he sounds utterly disgusted when he says that word, "motion and magic happens? HOW does the magic happen!?" Rolan askes in irritation.

Imagining Tav casually replying, "Ah, yeah. A swoopity motion allows me to wield the Weave too!" Tav says as they move their arm as if they are presenting something on a table before them.

**Rolan's face**

"I don't know why I expected to gain anything other than a headache from this conversation." Rolan sighs.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #rolan #holy rolan empire #rolanites #rolan nation #nonbinary tav #ungendered tav #gender neutral tav #Frolic - Luciano Michelini #bg3 shitpost

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meowsgirldrawing · 1 month ago

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He's so pretty when he's happy 💕💕(Tho he's always pretty tbh)

(Aka- this is Tav wondering how they got so lucky)

#art #digital art #oc inserts #oc x canon #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate fanart #astarion x tav #baldurs gate 3 astarion #bg3 astarion x tav #astarion x reader #bg3 astarion x reader #tiefling tav #gender neutral tav #cuddles #fluff #spawn astarion #astarion being adorable as always

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nikkirimizi · 4 months ago

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“In darkness comes our most honest thoughts.” ♣️

Summary: Minthara finds that the best support is by being someone who can be honest and upfront.

Rating: General

Minthara’s gentle stream of words lingered in the air, then in their stomach in the form of knots, and a tinge of anxiety in their throat. Within the darkest crevices of the camp hid Tav, who let the unfiltered night air take its place around them, and the friend who followed closely behind them with little regard for their actions. She took a seat on the uneven ground beside them, the grassy patches flattening beneath her.

The look of despair had been scrawled across Tav’s face the entire day. Whether they attempted to hide it or not, Minthara was unsure.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58230940

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #minthara #minthara/tav #fanfiction #ao3 #archiveofourown #gender neutral reader #gender neutral tav #gonna tag it as more of a friend like comfort but honestly read as you like #comfort #comfort fic #mentally ill tav

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inaconstantstateofchange · 1 year ago

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Sending this BG3 idea to a bunch of different blogs to see what they do with it: Tav uses edging and/or orgasm denial on Raphael to get him to give up the hammer without giving him the crown. (Enjoy!)

Okay so I don’t think this is going to be what you were looking for anon, but this is the only thing that makes sense to me with this prompt. Raphael is thousands of years old, well-acquainted with pleasure, and engages in sex most often with an incubus. There is absolutely no chance Tav could manage anything that would sway him that far from his goals. In addition to that, manipulation is the lifeblood of devils. Raphael was raised on this shit, and has weathered far more talented attempts than any Tav could manage. With that said, hopefully folks with still find this imagining enjoyable.

Raphael groans, looking up at the glistening body above him, muscles rippling with every motion of their body. His stomach clenches as he feels his peak approaching, and his little rider feels it too, slowing their movement to an unfulfilling grind. They look down at him with a smug smile drawn onto their comely face, supposed superiority belied by the sweat beading up along their temples.

“Do you yield?” Their voice is flush with anticipation, certain of their victory. This is the fifth time in a row they’ve brought him almost to the edge before denying him, and he is growing impatient. The fires in the candelabra scattered around the room have been steadily burning brighter and whiter, a visible marker of his gratification.

However, his refusal to lose to the manipulations of a mortal, even one so eye-catching as this, burns stronger still.

He smiles meanly up at them, carefully modulating any tremors out of his response, “Mm… I think not. You’ll have to try harder than that, little mouse.”

They blanch, slightly, a brief expression of dismay breaking across their face before it settles back into headstrong determination. They return to their self-assigned task, focused and intent, still oh-so-certain of their eventual success.

Raphael hums in his chest, making them jolt minutely and shoot him a glare, before he settles back to enjoy the experience in full.

They never had a chance of success in this deal, but what kind of devil would he be if he just told them that? Better to learn by experience, after all.

#voidling speaks #my writing #asked and answered #bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #bg3 fic #prompt fill #not vflu compliant #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gender neutral tav

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leighsartworks216 · 1 year ago

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The Rescue of Magistrate Ancunin

Astarion x gn!Tav (could be read as the beginning of a romance or a friendship)

I started this like weeks ago but I wasn't happy with it so I left it alone. And then I came back fully expecting to delete and re-write half of it, but nope! I like it now!

This should have been more angsty but it sure is not

Warnings: blood, injury, fear of death, descriptions of dying, swearing, descriptions of pain, angst

Word Count: 2,202 (fun!)

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Boots kick in his stomach, his face - anywhere they can reach - mixed with fists and nails. Astarion tries covering his head, but it’s in vain. The air is torn out of him over and over, until breathing becomes too difficult. Everything is excruciating. Pure, unbridled agony washes over him, replaced only by short bouts of numbness.

He can no longer feel his fingers or his toes. They’re just cold. So cold.

His nose breaks with a sickening crunch. He chokes around a gasp. Tears pour down his face, snot and blood dripping from his nose.

He’s going to die here.

They’re going to kill him.

And he’s terrified.

At the edge of his senses, he can hear the clicking of boots against cobblestone. The Gur hear it, too. With one last good hit each, some spitting on him as a further disgrace, they rush from the scene. He can’t move. The longer he lays there, the more the pain goes away. There’s a warm liquid beneath him, all around him - he can almost pretend it’s a warm bath.

The clicking gets faster as the boots run toward him. Soft hands turn him over to his back, but it hurts so fucking bad. He wants to curl up into a ball, let death wash over him and remove his fear and his pain. The hands don’t let him. They brush his hair, matted with blood, from his forehead.

It takes too much effort, but he tries to look anyway. His vision won’t focus. The person’s speaking, he thinks. Their mouth is moving insistently. He can’t even begin trying to read their lips.

They lean over him and press their hands to his chest. It hurts. He tries lifting his arms to push them away, but he can’t even feel his arms anymore. He tries mouthing the word “Stop”, hoping he can find enough air to speak. Alas, nothing comes out. And he’s so tired.

For one brief moment, his vision is clear. He can see their face. Their eyes are closed, but they glow beneath the lids. Another glow, the same pale blue, surrounds their hands. He tries to commit their face to memory: their hair, the shape of their nose, their brows. But before he can get a clear image, darkness crawls in from the edge of his vision. The last thing he is aware of before he slips away - into unconsciousness or death, he isn’t sure - is their voice, whispering spells under their breath.

The cleric casts spell after spell - anything they can think of. If they try moving him in this state, he won’t live past the end of the street. One incantation after another spills from their lips, desperate. In the back of their mind, they pray to their goddess to spare this man from this fate. Too many people have died on these cobblestones with no one to help - they will not let him continue that cycle.

By the time they’ve spent all their spells and opened their eyes, a ring of flowers and grass grow around him, risen from the blood as though it was fresh dirt, climbing through cracked stones. Shaky hands carefully examine him.

His ribs are no longer cracked, and blood no longer fills his lungs. When they lean down to listen, his breaths are slow, but constant. He was by no means fully recovered - he was injured too much for that - but he’s stable enough to move.

They brush away some flowers that tangled in his hair and wrap his arm around their shoulders. Once they had him sitting up, they wrapped their arm around his waist and did the monumental task of carrying his dead weight to his feet. They weren’t weak by any standards, but they also weren’t in the habit of carrying full-grown people. Not to mention how weak they were now they’d cast everything available to them.

His feet dragged as they supported him down the road. They could continue to treat him at their house, where he’d be safe from another attack.

The flowers were the only witnesses to a figure in the shadows that scoffed and disappeared into the night.

Astarion’s eyes slowly opened. The afterlife looked much different than he expected. The room was a bit shabby… Maybe this was one of the Hells? His head sluggishly flops to the side when the door opens with a creak. Is this… a god? He expected something a bit more… spectacular.

They didn’t seem to notice him as they went around the room. They peeked underneath anything with space below it, muttering frustratedly under their breath. With a huff, they opened closet doors, shutting them quietly despite their exasperation.

He would have spoken, but his mouth was so gods-damned dry. So instead, he cleared his throat. It barely made a sound - a small grunt if anything - but they jumped out of their skin and looked at him.

“Oh! You’re awake!” They shook off the jitters as they rushed to the nightstand next to the bed he lay on, pouring him a glass of water from a pitcher. They carefully supported the back of his head off the pillow and held the glass to his lips. “Here, drink this.”

He did as they asked without much thought. All he could really think to do is stare up at them, even as the blessedly cool liquid soothed his throat. Surely, this couldn’t be a god. He’d never been one to believe, but he’d never heard any stories that had gods take care of visitors. Certainly not those that discussed gods of death.

After letting him drink for a moment, they took the glass away and set it back down, easing his head back on the pillow. They smiled at him, warm and welcoming. Where in the Hells was he?

They chuckled. Oh, had he said that out loud? “You’re at my house. You’ve been asleep for a few days now.”

He blinked slowly and cleared his throat again. “Why?”

“You don’t remember?” They tilt their head at him, watching, as though they’d seen this before.

“I remember… heading home. And…” He scowled. “The Gur.”

“Is that who attacked you?”

Right. He was attacked. He grunts and forces himself to sit up. Their hands hover over him, ready to catch him if it’s too much, but they don’t touch him. He looks down at his body. Other than some nasty bruises, he’s perfectly fine. He feels nauseous just remembering how he couldn’t breathe - yet here he was, breathing perfectly fine.

“How did you…?” He touches his nose, surprised it isn’t broken. He looks at them again. They almost laugh at the bewildered look on his face. “I thought I was dead.”

They wince slightly. “No, fortunately I found you just in time. A moment later and you would be. I can alert the officials about the attack, but they probably won’t catch those responsible.”

He groaned. The thought of his own predicament becoming a court case gave him a headache. “Great. They’re free to roam without consequence.”

“Hm. I’m sure their luck will run out.” He looks at them from the corner of his eye. “Oh, do you believe in karma?”

“No, not really.”

They smile despite this. “For your sake then, I hope they get some repercussions for their actions.”

“If you really believe, then you’d think this was karma getting back at me.”

“Why? What did you do?”

He sneers as he says it. “I handed down a sentence they didn’t really like.”

They look at him for a moment. He can’t tell if they’re assessing him or just formulating an opinion. They choose their next words carefully. “It’s against my faith to believe that a violent action against another is just.”

“And what do you think? Outside of your faith’s rules.”

They frowned as they thought. “I think… I don’t have enough information to form an opinion.”

He hummed. “Fair enough.”

They offered him a polite smile and turned to search the room once more. They peered under the bed, squinting into the darkness, before huffing and looking somewhere else.

“What are you looking for?”

“Hm? Oh, my cat, Pumpkin. She loves to sneak into the guest rooms, and for some reason, she loves sneaking in here, specifically.” They paused, realizing something. “Actually, she only started coming in here so often once you showed up. She may just like you.”

He hummed noncommittally. Cats did seem to like him, but he did his best to avoid them. It wasn’t professional to have fur all over his clothes, especially during court.

“You said you passed down a sentence,” they said as they rifled through a pile of blankets with no luck. “Are you a judge?”

“Magistrate,” he corrects, haughtily. “Magistrate Ancunin.”

They stand straight and turn to him. “Oh! I never introduced myself.” They smiled sweetly. “My name’s Tav. A pleasure to finally meet you,” they teased lightly. “I didn’t really know what to call you while you healed. It’s nice to put a name to a face.” Their smile dropped as they sighed sharply, turning with their hands on their hips to look around the room. “Now, where is that damn cat?”

He almost chuckles as he watches them re-check the wardrobe, lean down to peer under furniture they already looked under, and pick up each blanket in the stack with such vigor they nearly came unfolded.

A slight movement caught his ears. As they opened drawers and shuffled spare clothes within, he looked at the pile of pillows beside him. At a glance, they seemed perfectly normal. It was a large bed - the pillows on the side he wasn’t sleeping on were set up just as they ought to be. But, as he continued to look, something shifted the pillow. A minute motion. He carefully pulled it back.

“This cat you’re looking for…”

They hum, not looking at him. “Pumpkin.”

“Yes, Pumpkin, what does she look like?”

“Oh, um, orange. White belly. Her tail was bit off by a stray dog when she was little, so it’s rather short now.”

“White paws?”

“Mhm.”

“Blue eyes, sort of brown in the center?”

“Exactly.”

The only sound in the room was the creak of wood as they tried peering on top of the bookshelf. Then silence. They slowly turned around as their mind finally caught up.

Astarion, still holding the pillow back, watched with a slight grin as the aforementioned cat rolled on her back, stretching out with paws reaching toward the sky. Even from across the room, they could hear the loud purrs she emitted.

They let out a long suffering sigh as they stepped off the bottom-most shelf and made their way to the cat’s side of the bed. Bright blue eyes looked up at them, mouth curled in the cutest way. They sighed again. “You’re terrible, you know that?”

With a sweet mreow, Pumpkin rolled back over and, before he could react, jumped into his lap.

“Ah, I don’t- Hey! Wh-What are you doing?!”

Tav laughed as he floundered, hands raised like he had no idea where to put them. Pumpkin brushed up against his chest, her short tail just brushing his shoulder, before she began kneading into his lap. Her claws pulled at the handmade quilt, and he was all-too-relieved he had the protection. Before she could curl up, Tav rounded the bed and swooped her up by her middle, tucking her into their arm like a baby. The cat mrowled in displeasure.

“Like I said, she really likes you.”

He frowned, brushing his shirt of fur on habit, even though the pajamas he wore were not his own. “Delightful,” he droned. “If you don’t mind, when can I leave this place?”

They took the rudeness in stride - they’d been asked the same question in far meaner ways before. It was part of the job, they supposed. “You’re welcome to leave today, if you feel well enough. I’d warn against going out at night, until it’s safer, at least. I’d be happy to lend you some clothes.”

“What happened to mine?”

They gave him a soft look, like a mother afraid to tell her child disappointing news. “I’m afraid they were too soaked in blood to be salvaged. I saved what personal effects I could, but…”

He blinked. How did he forget he was there because he was nearly beaten to death? Funny how one forgets something so major when looking for a cat and having idle conversation. He cleared his throat. “Of course.”

Pumpkin wriggling in their arms, they pull the door open and turn back to him. “I’ll bring some clothes right up, Magistrate Ancunin, and your belongings.”

“Astarion.” He looks away, chin up, trying to keep some modicum of professionalism. “You can call me Astarion.”

He can hear the smile in their voice. “You’re welcome to stay for supper, if you’d like, Astarion.” They pull the door closed behind them as they say, “Though Pumpkin may try for your lap again.”

After a pause, he lets himself relax in the silence of the now-still room. A dumb grin slides across his face. Surely the court could await his return a while longer?

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