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๐“‚ƒ๐•ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ .แŸ
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โ แดธแต‰แต—'หข แต—แต˜สณโฟ หขแต’แตแต‰แต’โฟแต‰ โฑโฟหขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— . . . โž โ”Š โ”Š โ”Š โ”Š โœฉโบ โ”Š โ”Š โ—ฆ หšโ˜… โ˜…โ‹† โบ Scribed by ๐’ขโ„ฏ๐“‡๐“‚ | #BG3RP #Astarion [MDNI ; 21+ themes ; Adult Mun ; Transmasc Muse] PFP by feyspeaker
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ใ€” This ๐“ฏ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ญ๐“ธ๐“ถ . . .
tastes like ๐™–๐™จ๐™๐™š๐™จ ใ€•
#germใ…คแต•ฬˆ

I don't have a ton of muse for Astarion at the moment so for the time being I'm gonna be over on @devioussniper.bsky.social ; if any of you are into zombies or okay with crossing verses I'll see you there too ๐Ÿซถ
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// I left bc of the constant drama. Everyday was a call out post. There were so many stolen OCs with popular writers and I couldnโ€™t stand it. Then there was also the bots and creeps in the bg too. I was just done.
. . .

' It was just a canary, Gale . . . Beautiful, though, wasn't she.แฃ

I am not purposefully miserable, you know. If I could see the significance of something so delicate surviving out here, I would. But perhaps the gods just have their . . . ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. '
There could have been a smile trying to come across Astarion's face at Gale's suggestion of brighter things, and truly, he almost hoped that he had seen it, because soon enough the walls came flying back up to block out that hope.

He couldn't do that to himself.

. . .
๐˜“๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ. . .

Gale wants to say, reminiscent of one of his romance novels.
Maybe dip the vampire with a damn rose in his teeth or something.

But this is reality.

The bird is long gone, yet Gale can feel its absence on Astarionโ€™s face.

;
He lets the moment carry on, perhaps longer than he should. The quiet . . . Save for the breeze, the distant shuffle of other things father into the brush. The sun peeking through the canopy above their heads, warming his skin in a way he had nearly forgotten.

Its too long. It must end.

. . .
โ™ฏ๐’ข๐‘’๐“‡๐“‚

Bsky please please please add drafts so I don't have to rewrite replies every time I get interrupted at work and forget about them ๐Ÿ™
' Its almost impossible to picture any of you settled down off this wretched little path we're on . . .

I suppose ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ looked much different to you than this.แฃ '
Makes me miss homeโ€ฆ
. . .

' We really must stop meeting this way, Gale. The others may talk. '

A weary attempt at a usually biting jab ; Astarion still seems transfixed on the flight of the bird.

๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฅ. Bitter and benumbed. His raggedness shows dark beneath his brilliant eyes.
He lets the moment carry on, perhaps longer than he should. The quiet . . . Save for the breeze, the distant shuffle of other things father into the brush. The sun peeking through the canopy above their heads, warming his skin in a way he had nearly forgotten.

Its too long. It must end.

. . .
A breeze captures the air, carrying leaves away with the pretty yellow bird. But none of these things take his attention away from the ethereal man in the center of it all.

A part of him hopes Astarion notices. Though, if he does, Gale isnโ€™t brave enough to ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต him notice.

;
For a moment, if he noticed Gale's presence at all, he didn't let on.

The bird twitters and he listens with rapt attention, until the creature notices it's growing audience and takes from his hand as quickly as it had come.

His gaze is locked in the direction it had gone, expression fallen.
. . .

Then, of course, there had to be ๐˜Ž๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ. Who he now watches, diligently, ๐™ฅ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™š๐™˜๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š๐™ก๐™ฎ. Like a graveside angel.

He will be his biggest loss, he realizes. When the time should surely come.
. . .

In truth, not caring at all would be much easier, but it became hard to find himself feeling as detached as he ought to be from ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ around him now than when they'd all just met, emerging from the nautaloid crash like a band of newborn pups.

. . .
He slipped up. He can only admit that to himself, of course . . . Silently, in his own mind. There is a tension that Astarion holds in his shoulders long after Gale seems to have dosed off, almost . . . ๐˜ˆ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ to be perceived any further by the other man.

He didn't want to care.

. . .
Thereโ€™s no point in pushing any further. So Gale settles down against the pack again, albeit thoughtful.

Astarion wouldnโ€™t go out of his way like that for an โ€œassetโ€. Heโ€™s made that abundantly clearโ€ฆ

Strange change in behavior.

;
He is ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ meeting the wizard's eyes. ๐˜—๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ.

' You are . . . An asset. Does that settle your mind enough.แฃ Or need you pick apart my mind.

Because I will warn you, that is a ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด road, and I do not consider it open for common travel. '
He is ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ meeting the wizard's eyes. ๐˜—๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ.

' You are . . . An asset. Does that settle your mind enough.แฃ Or need you pick apart my mind.

Because I will warn you, that is a ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด road, and I do not consider it open for common travel. '
โ€œโ€ฆ. you would do all of that, for me?โ€ Galeโ€™s brows pinch, โ€œI thought I was just a pest to you.

And thatโ€™s putting it kindly.โ€

He lifts his head to look at Astarion, visibly confused.
Gale's suffering is obvious . . . The tension in his body, the warble in his voice.

The faintest touch of sympathy swims in the sparkling red gaze of the vampire looming above him.

He's sitting beside him soon enough.

' Well . . . I suppose only for now. But just so we're clear โ€” you

. . .
For a moment, if he noticed Gale's presence at all, he didn't let on.

The bird twitters and he listens with rapt attention, until the creature notices it's growing audience and takes from his hand as quickly as it had come.

His gaze is locked in the direction it had gone, expression fallen.
Gale watches with slight surprise that melts into softnessโ€” when he thinks Astarion doesnโ€™t notice of course.

Beautifulโ€ฆ

The bird is nice too.
A small yellow bird perched on his finger ;

He's ๐’”๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ.
A small yellow bird perched on his finger ;

He's ๐’”๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ.
. . .

are to ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต die on us, Should I let my guard down. If I hear so much as a ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ in that volatile chest of yours,

I will drag you back from the depths of the hells ๐™ข๐™ฎ๐™จ๐™š๐™ก๐™›. '
Gale's suffering is obvious . . . The tension in his body, the warble in his voice.

The faintest touch of sympathy swims in the sparkling red gaze of the vampire looming above him.

He's sitting beside him soon enough.

' Well . . . I suppose only for now. But just so we're clear โ€” you

. . .
Gale huffs and finds some shade under a tree to settle himself for a short rest.

Itโ€™s always the moment the body has time to rest when it hurts the most. And not just the orbโ€ฆ his back, hips, definitely the knees. The orb hasnโ€™t been kind to his body, like a cancer slowly eating him away.

;
Though most might appear shaken by Gale's words, there is almost a sad glint in the spawn's eyes.

' Let's certainly hope it stays that way then, shall we.แฃ

As I suggested before - and I do not enjoy repeating myself - lie down . . . Please. '
Something about the faintest scent of mold that makes him feel ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ.
Though most might appear shaken by Gale's words, there is almost a sad glint in the spawn's eyes.

' Let's certainly hope it stays that way then, shall we.แฃ

As I suggested before - and I do not enjoy repeating myself - lie down . . . Please. '
The rogueโ€™s little save makes him chuckle.

โ€œEven if my talents were mute, youโ€™d have the pesky issue of impending explosion to deal with as well.

The orb would not take kindly to its vessel demise. Or at least I presume this is the case.

Iโ€™ve never actually died before.โ€

;
There's a moment where he actually almost hesitates, as though searching for something to say.

The expression on his face flattens before it becomes too obvious.

ฬ€ Let's not get ahead of ourselves, hmm.แฃ

. . .
. . .

I'd simply prefer our wizard not collapse and die on us,
Should we have use for his . . . Talents. ยด
There's a moment where he actually almost hesitates, as though searching for something to say.

The expression on his face flattens before it becomes too obvious.

ฬ€ Let's not get ahead of ourselves, hmm.แฃ

. . .
The sudden care causes him pause. No one else has seemed to notice when the affliction is bothering himโ€ฆ He rather likes it that way. The burden of his sickness should be his alone.

โ€œLie down? But weโ€™ve only just started.โ€

;
An odd feeling radiates from his belly ; his nostrils twitch upon the realization the acrid stench in the air had not been the coffee at all .

It was ๐˜Ž๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ .

ฬ€ Perhaps you should lie down . . .

We have the time for you to rest, Gale . ยด
An odd feeling radiates from his belly ; his nostrils twitch upon the realization the acrid stench in the air had not been the coffee at all .

It was ๐˜Ž๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ .

ฬ€ Perhaps you should lie down . . .

We have the time for you to rest, Gale . ยด
Interesting response, but Gale decides not to acknowledge it.

The subsequent teasing is met with an eye roll.

โ€œLetโ€™s just say, I wouldnโ€™t have chosen it, if Iโ€™d indeed ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ."

Even a half elf would have been preferable.

;
ฬ€ That means I - ยด

There is an audible click as his jaws snap shut, cutting off the thin whine of his voice .

A smirk appears instead .

ฬ€ Pity you've the need for that sort of thing, isn't it .แฃ

The ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ of your race must be a terrible pain . ยด
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. ยฐโ€ข . ๐–ฃ”

๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ณ๐”ฌ๐”ฆ๐”ก . . .

๐”ญ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ณ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ฒ๐”ช๐”Ÿ๐”ฏ๐”ž ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ช๐”ฒ๐”ฐ

๐–ฃ” . โ€ข ยฐ . ๐–ฆน โ€ข .