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This is how I feel when artists give Halsin not only beef, but a belly.

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My old man tiefling, Gregor!

art by the lovely @apheliondusk

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Moonlit Encounters

Note: It's been a hot minute since I actually wrote something. I present a little bit of tension between my tiefling sorcerer, Gregor, and Halsin.

The entrance to the Shadow-Cursed Lands were a night’s rest away. After a rough encounter with an undead shepherd and its underlings, the group had opted to rest up, lick their wounds. Everyone was finding their own way to prepare for the treacherous road ahead. 

Gregor had taken this moment to slip away to the nearby river. The tiefling figured that he could at least give himself one last good soak before venturing to yet another hellscape.

Black robes spilled to the ground. His braid undone, letting his ashen gray hair fluff and spill down to his mid-back. Small clothes were removed and discarded. Only then it was time to descend into the waters.

The cool waters were soothing against his warm skin. An exhale escaped Gregor whilst he continued to lather himself in the river. It was nice and quiet. A perfect place to be alone with his thoughts of where they were headed. He had heard countless stories of these Shadow-Cursed lands. How even the smallest misstep could get you swallowed up by the land, and never be seen again. And even if you were found, you would no longer be yourself. 

Which fate was worse, he wondered? Being consumed and reduced to some sort of shadow? Or the ceremorphesis process? True, the strange dream guardian was helping them, but the fear of that protection running out was always on the back of his mind. The whole thing made his skin crawl. He felt dirty just thinking of those wretched fates. 

It was almost enough to distract him from the surprise company. A rustling in the brush, steps in the water. The tiefling turned with a firebolt in hand; only to be face to face, or rather face to chest with his newest ally and friend: Halsin. 

The flame was extinguished in a second and the tiefling made a yelp. He lost his footing and fell back. The druid caught his arm, saving him from a splash beneath. The pair shared a glance before Halsin broke the silence. “Forgive me, friend, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He helped Gregor regain his balance. He only let go when he was certain he wouldn’t fall again. “No no..it’s alright.” The tiefling waved his hand.  “I just wasn’t expecting anyone else here.” How is someone that large so capable of sneaking up on someone?  A chuckle from the elf. “Looks to me like we had similar ideas.” It was then that the realization dawned on him.

Halsin was naked.

Halsin was naked.

HALSIN WAS NAKED.

It took all of his willpower to keep his eyes focused on his face. Though the temptation to wander was ever present in his mind. “If you’d prefer I leave, however,” Halsin continued, snapping him back to reality, “Just say the word-It was I who intruded on you, after all.” Those eyes said something different. That he wanted to stay. 

Gregor shook his head. “I-it’s quite alright. If I had to have been intruded upon by anyone, I’d rather it be you.” 

This rewarded him with a smile on that handsome face. “I’ll keep that in mind.” 

The two shared a moment of silence. Both enjoying a rare moment of calm. One that won’t be for sometime, they both know. Gregor returned to cleansing himself of the blood and dirt of the day’s fighting. It was when his focus was on his hair when he peered over to see Halsin’s eyes upon him. Golden eyes briefly went downward. A mistake quickly corrected. “...Is everything alright, Halsin?”

“Am I not allowed to admire the beauty of nature’s gifts?” He replied with a deep, gentle chuckle. The tiefling’s blush formed quick.  He stood fully and  motioned to himself. “I’m beautiful?” Gregor gave an embarrassed laugh while scratching the back of his head, “Trust me, Halsin, I was much better looking thirty years ago.” “A sequoia grows more beauty with the passage of time.” At those words, the tiefling felt his heart almost stop. His eyes grew wide.  Gods, Gregor thought, Warn a man before you say something like that! But what came out of his mouth was a series of stammerings that maybe could be passed as words. It only strengthened Halsin’s smile. His godsdamned, gorgeous smile.  

No. This was inappropriate. There was too much at stake. They needed to focus on navigating the Shadow-Cursed lands, and getting the cure from Moonrise! There was the cult and-

He found himself drawn closer. The few feet apart became mere inches. Both men’s hands eager to touch the other’s body. They also knew that a single touch from the other might be the thing that would tip things over. So the hands refrained. But the eyes never broke away from one another. Flaming gold locked with a deep, earthy brown. 

It took every single ounce of willpower from both of them to step back from each other. It was Gregor’s turn to shoot an apologetic look up to Halsin. ‘I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” He shook his head, “There’s so much else that demands your attention. I-” 

A very large hand was placed over his lips with tender care. Gregor gazed up to Halsin, who shared a look of understanding before he lowered his hand. “I should-I should probably get back. The others might be thinking something ate me.” 

“Of course. I’ll rejoin you at camp later. There is…something I need to take care of.” 

Gregor nodded before he turned to head up and out of the waters. However, he paused. The tiefling turned and moved to Halsin again. Only this time, it was to hug the large elf. He felt him tense in surprise. But then he felt those powerful arms wrap around him. A head resting on top of his.

“Thank you, Halsin. For your company. I truly needed it.” They stayed there, again, longer than needed. Gregor was the first to pull away. He gave Halsin a smile, but his eyes gave away the yearning of his heart. He wasn’t sure if it was his mind playing tricks…or did he see the same in Halsin? 

Now step by step, Gregor made his way out of the water. Unable to pull his gaze away. Now was the moment he let his eyes take in Halsin. And maybe, in his heart of hearts, he did the same. 

It wasn’t until he was out of the water and to his clothes that he finally turned his back to the druid. By the time he stood with his clothes in his arms, he heard the familiar hum of magic. He turned his back, Halsin was gone. His cue to get dressed and return to camp. 

The fears of the tadpole and shadow curses were silenced that night. Replaced by dreams of what could have been.

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I'm so sorry everyone. this has become a 'Halsin lover' blog and I don't know when I'll stop

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I got the Halsin romance tonight and I am ASCENDING

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am i writing self-indulgent stuff of my tiefling and Halsin? Yes. Yes I am.

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i never want children irl but i keep imagining Halsin and Gregor being dads and it's the most precious thing. That kid would get all the love in the world.

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I want to write so much stuff with halsin and Gregor but I need to pinpoint what exactly

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This is probably one of my favorite shots in Halsin's romance scene. Gregor's expression just screams "Welp. I lived a good life."

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I wish i could be as smooth as I write halsin sometimes goddamn

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Shoutout to @apheliondusk for putting up with my nonsense DMs about me being down bad for Halsin. A real one.

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Dare I write halsin/gregor content??? Am I truly down bad???

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I decided to bring Gregor to Baldur's gate 3. He's a dragon-blood Sorcerer this time, and he's crushing hard on Halsin.

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My tiefling is looking at Halsin respectfully.

I blame @cuddlyplaguedoctor for instilling a love of buff druids who are total sweethearts.

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My tiefling with the owlbear cub

The cub’s name is baby and he can do no wrong.

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Watching my best friend be down bad for Gale is both delightful and entertaining. Go you funky rockstar.