grabbing the ao3 authors by their plump rosy little cheeks⊠being sexually submissive⊠does not make a person literally anything. not more or less powerful, or more or less competent, or more or less gendered, or more or less capable of abuse, or more or less innocent, or more or less mature, or more or less adult, or more or less violent, or more or less intelligent, or more or less responsible, or more or less any single thing on the planet. there is no correlation. please. please. for the love of god.
Whoever made this specific ad is going to be tortured by a thousand demons in hell. Avatar of the lonely type piece of shit i hope they push away all their loved ones in favour of ai and no one goes to their funeral. I want to rip their face off like a chimp
If your friends get annoyed at you for texting them to the point where you'd rather talk to a fucking water guzzling oversized autocorrect you need better friends
Another one of their ads đ hey are you struggling with things in your interpersonal life? Don't worry :) friendly corperation has you covered :)) ai can be all the friend you need :))) friendly corperation very trustworthy
Yeah this is incredibly fucked up and it's also an opportune time to remind everyone that instant replies are an insane, unprecedented expectation that humanity has never before experienced in our entire history as a species. As a person who enjoys my alone time and doesn't check my phone more than three or four times a day, not replying within minutes doesn't mean that someone loves you or cares about you any less.
Loneliness sucks but the onus doesn't fall entirely on your friends and loved ones to fix that for you. Imo we all need to work on being comfortable alone. We all need to accept that not every single thought and experience needs to be shared and reacted to. We all need to accept that being cut off from our community for a few hours at a time is normal, and can even be a source of peace and comfort if you let it.
This isn't a "nobody owes you a reply" post, it's a "expecting instant slot-machine gratification from everyone no matter the circumstance is actually pretty dehumanizing and strange, but if you take initiative and actively work on it your mental health will improve exponentially" post
The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. Theyâre everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
As the OP of this post, Iâm going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.
You ever go "I know exactly what I'm in the mood to read" so you go to read it but get to the end and go "aw I wish there was more this isn't finished" only the reason there isn't more is because you haven't written it yet
Yes I read my own fics but it's because I wrote my daydreams down so they're often what I'm in the mood to daydream about, okay
Long answer: life busy, work busy, brain currently vibrating about Red, White & Royal Blue. Which means still no Halsin posting from me again just yet, but - RWRB has given me some drive to create again, so it may not be long! (I've learned that I've just got to surf the waves of hyperfixation as they come, and be what it may).
RWRB posting will be happening over on @barksilvered as some stuff is likely to get flagged.
So I debated not saying anything, but I've been absent longer than I planned, and everyone here is so kind, so I thought I may as well give you guys a heads up why I'm not around.
My dog died. And to say I'm taking it hard is an understatement. It was a tragic, rare and sudden health issue that took him from happy & healthy to critical basically overnight. He was still very young, and we'd had him hardly any time at all, and so the shock and injustice of it is just really hard to handle.
I'll be back. I adore you all, and our main bear man, and that's not changing.
Brb spamming Halsin hugs away from my dash for a lil while.
Summary: Through no fault of his own, Halsin had been distracting Astarion - constantly invading his thoughts and just being annoyingly nice. Not only that, Astarion seemed to have bad luck while Halsin was around. Halsin always showed up at just the right moment to help him out, regardless of whether or not he needed it.
While searching for his missing dagger after a fight with some Stone Lord thugs, Astarion finds himself in trouble again and guess who is there to help him out?
Relationships: Astarion x Halsin
Rating: Teen (for some mild violence and blood)
Word Count: 4.4k
Tags: Fluff, humor, a little kissing, Halsin is a little bit sassy. Written for @silveredbark
Astarionâs heel dug into the sand as he yanked one of his daggers from the still-warm corpse of a dragonborn. The dragonborn, along with several other of his now deceased cronies, were in league with the Absolute. Well, technically someone called The Stone Lord, but that distinction didnât matter much to him. From what Astarion had gathered from the heated argument he had overheard between the dragonborn and a Duergar Guild member, it was pretty much the same thing.
If the Stone Lord served the Absolute, and even the Guild was pushing back against them, then it made it all too easy for Tav to pick a side.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, or however the saying went.
Besides, it was always a good idea to have friends in the Guild. Those bastards had their finger on every pulse point in the city â if Tav needed information, the Guild would likely have it and then some. For a fee, of course.
Seagulls cawed over Astarionâs head as they swooped past, returning to the beach one by one now that the fighting was over. The susurration of waves and the setting sun calmed the adrenaline that coursed through his veins. He had never spent much time at the beach in Baldurâs Gate; the icy sand and blackened waters under the cover of night had never appealed to him. But beneath the sunlight? It was actually quite lovely.
That was, of course, if one could ignore at least a dozen bodies strewn about.
Using the dragonbornâs shirt as a rag, Astarion wiped the blood from his dagger before he returned it to its sheath. He still had one more of his daggers to find somewhere between the bodies and the sand. Normally the sussur dagger stood out when he threw it, but apparently the beach provided perfect camouflage. While it wasnât the end of the world if he had truly lost it, it would be disappointing.
Plus, Tav would never let him hear the end of it. That sussur bark had been a pain to harvest and that dagger had served Astarion quite well throughout their journey. He had actually become quite attached to it.
âGotta say, Iâm glad you guys showed up when you did,â the Duergar woman they had fought alongside said, a smile in her voice as she addressed Jaheira and Tav. âStone Lord pricks mightâve taken out my crew if it wasnât for you. I think the gnome pissed himself when Big Boy over there turned into a damn saber-tooth.â
From the corner of his eye, Astarion saw the Duergar nod toward where Halsin lounged wildshape. Blood of their foes soaked the fur around his muzzle still as he panted beneath the heat of the sun. It wasnât uncommon for Halsin to linger in wildshape for a bit after a fight. There had been too many instances where they had thought the fighting was over only to be ambushed by someone hiding in the shadows a moment later. Though it only took Halsin a moment to don on the fur of a beast like Astarion would a cloak, it took significantly more energy.
Lately, Astarion preferred it when Halsin was in wildshape. For one, he couldnât talk. Secondly, âHalsin, the Beastâ was far less distracting than âHalsin, the Man.â
If he was being completely honest with himself, Astarion wasnât quite sure what to make of Halsin. He seemed like a good man. A genuinely good man, which was a rarity in Astarionâs experience. Part of him didnât want to trust Halsin for that reason alone: no one was as kind and generous as he was without some ulterior motive.
Yet after weeks of traveling together, Astarion couldnât for the life of him figure out what that ulterior motive could be. Halsin didnât have to continue traveling with them â he didnât have a tadpole and he had aided them more than most anyone else on their travels. If he decided that he had done his part, no one would hold it against him. There was so much work to be done to undo the effects of the Shadow Curse, but Halsin had put that aside in favor of continuing to aid them.
âAstarion,â Jaheira called from across the beach, pulling him from his thoughts. âWe think that ship came from Moonrise. Weâre going to take a look around for more information and try to figure out what they were up to. Youâre welcome to join us if youâre done searching for seashells.â
Astarion nudged the corpse of a halfling man with his booted foot, spotting a hint of something silver beneath him. Unfortunately, it had only been part of the manâs belt.
Damn, where the hells had the sussur dagger gone? Surely his aim hadnât been that terrible.
âYou go ahead,â he replied distractedly. âIâll catch up once Iâve found wherever my dagger lodged itself.â
âCheck that alcove where some of them were hiding,â Tav suggested and nodded toward the cliff face that loomed over the small stretch of sand. âI think I saw something ricochet in that direction.â
âWhy didnât you say so earlier?â Astarion said, as if Tav should have known what he was looking for even though he had never verbalized it. âDo you enjoy watching me walking around looking like an idiot?â
Instead of taking the opportunity to sass him back, Tav simply shrugged and gave him a shit-eating grin before taking off after Jaheira.
Halsin, on the other hand, didnât budge from his sunny spot in the sand except to watch their companions follow the Duergar toward the creepy ship. Perhaps he wasnât interested in whatever the boat had to offer, which struck Astarion as odd. Normally, Halsin was the type to jump on any opportunity to investigate everything and anything involving the cult of the Absolute.
Once their companions disappeared from view, Halsin tilted his head toward him, his expression unreadable behind his wildshape. Astarion stared back with a furrow to his brow. What the hells was Halsin doing? Was he just going toâ
Oh.
Halsin was babysitting him.
Astarion rolled his eyes at the realization and tried to ignore the fluttering sensation in his stomach. Deep down, he appreciated the gesture. Very, very deep down. Though Astarion wasnât sure if Halsinâs watchful eye came from a place of genuine care or from the fact Astarion had a tendency to get himself into trouble.
Trouble that, without anyoneâs help â especially not Halsinâs â he was perfectly capable of getting himself out of, thank you very much.
But as much as he hated to admit it, Halsin was directly responsible for saving his ass more than once.
Maybe twice.
Actually, it was closer to a dozen times, but Astarion didnât want to think about that. He just happened to have quite a bit of bad luck when Halsin was around. That was all.
Astarion groaned as he kicked away some sand covering something shiny, hoping to spot his dagger buried beneath.
Seashell. Dammit.
âYou donât have to babysit me, you know,â he called across the beach.
Halsinâs ears twitched toward the sound of his voice, then he tilted his head and raised one furry eyebrow as if to say âReally?â
Astarion threw up his hands. Fine. If the druid wanted to watch him, he could go ahead and watch the breathtaking performance of The Idiot Who Lost His Irreplaceable Dagger.
It was sure to be thrilling.
The bastard could help, but no. It seemed like he was perfectly content to stay exactly where he was.
Making his way to the alcove Tav had mentioned, Astarion checked the bodies of a tiefling man and a gnomish woman as he went with no sign of the sussur dagger. It wasnât until he got close to the mouth of the alcove that he spotted a glint of blue on the ground where the sand met sandstone.
âThere you are,â Astarion muttered as he retrieved his dagger. It was a little scratched up, but it seemed otherwise undamaged.
Relieved, he tucked the dagger into his belt where it was easiest to grab if he needed it. Not that he thought he would need it again today, but one could never know.
Astarion glanced at a narrow opening toward the back of the alcove. Though he couldnât see far into it, he noticed a few dots of lantern light lining the walls and casting a dim glow in a yawning cavern, stuffed with crates and boxes and makeshift furniture. So that explained why those thugs were hanging out of the beach â they had a whole hideout back there.
Amidst all of the fighting, he vaguely recalled the supposed leader of the group shouting for additional backup, only to be told by one of the thugs that all of their crew was already on the beach.
Which meant that, if they had any valuables tucked away in that hideout, they were completely unguarded. Maybe some gold, jewelry, and â judging by the creepy boat â even secrets directly from Moonrise Towers. All of it prime for the taking.
Or they could just have drugs and a couple of cheap bottles of wine. It really could go either way with those sorts.
In any case, they always needed more supplies. And gold. Especially now they were practically in the city and they had significantly more, and better, shopping options than when they were on the road.
Gods, what he wouldnât give for some new clothes and a nicer pair of boots. The kind of garments that Cazador would let him wear, but never let him own. It had been decades since he had gotten new clothes he could call his own, but Astarion had done plenty of window shopping. He knew exactly where he was going to go with some gold to spend.
Perhaps Halsin could get something too. Something that wouldnât make him stand out so much in the city. Between his stature, his druidic attire, and that sometimes blank and mildly confused look on his face, the man was a prime target for the numerous criminals crawling around the city. Halsin could certainly handle himself, but Astarion would much rather Halsin avoided advertising his newcomer status.
For everyoneâs convenience, of course. Not because Astarion worried for him or something ridiculous like that.
Hells, maybe if he was lucky, he might find some clothes in the hideout. He didnât have high expectations as to the quality of those clothes, but perhaps there could be a hidden gem or two. They had certainly found plenty of treasures in unlikely places on their travels.
Astarion ducked into the hideout, his eyes quickly adjusting to the much dimmer lighting of the cave. Well, once he was inside, he realized it was more of a tunnel than a cave â it let out into the ocean not fifty meters away. A few empty rowboats, tied to a shoddy, rotting dock, rocked in the gentle current far beyond where the sunlight could reach.
Beside the rowboats and a couple of crabs skittering along the shoreline, the place was as abandoned as Astarion expected. A half eaten sandwich laid atop of a barrel alongside an empty tin mug, lantern light still illuminating a newspaper some anonymous thug must have been reading before being called into their last battle.
Their own fault, really. If they valued their hides, the rowboats were right there. They could have turned the other way instead of throwing away their pitiful lives in the name of the Boulder Boss or whatever he was called. The Stone Lord. Something to do with rocks.
Oh well, it wasnât his problem.
His boots were nearly silent against the sand covered floor as he ventured deeper into the hideout, his head on a swivel and his hand on his dagger just in case anyone had been left behind. Besides the sound of water and the echoes of the cave, Astarion couldnât hear anything that would point to any signs of life (if one did not count the crabs). No voices, no breathing, no movement besides his own.
Tucked in a narrow offshoot, well out of sight of either of the entrances Astarion could see, he found exactly what he was hoping for: gold.
And plenty of it.
Crates and crates overflowing with gold, gems, weapons, and all sorts of shiny things. Also some barrels full of illithid tadpoles and metal boxes of what looked like infernal metal. Tav had made the right call by siding with the Guild, Astarion noted dully. Whoever these people were were obviously not the type to help their cause.
But Astarion was certainly the type to help himself.
Astarion completely intended to inform Tav of the hidden trove, but only after he snuck a few coins and pawnable goods for himself before it went into the general camp supplies. Not that Astarion typically minded the system Tav had worked out to make sure everyone got their fair share of the spoils, he just wanted a little extra that was just for him for something frivolous.
Call it a finders fee.
His eyes landed on a small wooden chest, already opened, a pile of gold coins and shiny gemstones beckoning him. The mound of treasure divoted in the center as if someone had been sifting through the riches. Astarion scooped up a handful of the coins and let them fall through his fingers. The weight and the texture of the metal seemed authentic, andâ
âItâs mine!â
Astarionâs feet lifted off the ground and his back slammed against the cave wall, a sharp pain running down his side. A gaunt, jaundiced man with browned teeth and bloodshot eyes glared at him as his boney fingers dug into Astarionâs neck with enough force to strangle a man who actually needed to breathe.
A yelp of pain and some choice words for the gentlemen gathered in his throat came out as gurgling groan, unable to escape the manâs ironlike grip. Astarion blindly reached for his dagger, panic and surprise and pain making his normally deft hands clumsy.
âNot gonna share,â the man snarled, his voice like a creaking graveyard gate and his breath like a crypt. âNot gonnaââ
Astarion plunged the dagger into the manâs back without a shred of mercy. Bastard forfeited his life the moment he attacked.
The man jerked away with a snarl of pain, yanking the dagger out of Astarionâs grip with the movement, leaving it lodged in his flesh. Those boney hands tightened their grip around his throat, and he pulled Astarion away from the wall just long enough to slam him against it again.
Blackness colored his vision when the back of his head collided with the stone. A cold sweat broke across his skin as he struggled, his feet slipping on the sand-covered ground and his hands unable to find anything else to use as a weapon.
Fuck. It was only a matter of time before the bastard realized that strangling a vampire wouldnât kill one and he resorted to something else.
Astarion dug his nails into the manâs wrists until blood wetted his fingertips, desperately prying and pulling with no avail. The man was unnaturally strong. Stronger than any man who looked so sickly had any right to be.
Frantic, Astarionâs eyes darted around looking for something he could use.
Anything he could use.
Come on, think! An all too familiar feeling of helplessness flooded into his mind, telling him to simply stop fighting. Stop fighting because he would only make things worse for himself, and the severity of Cazadorâs punishment would increase tenfold.
Astarion shoved the thought from his racing mind. This wasnât Cazador, and he wasnât helpless. But fuck, he didnât know what to do. He didnât haveâ
A screeching roar cut the air like a knife through parchment. The hands around his throat ripped away in a flash of brown and white fur, Astarionâs body following like a ragdoll from the sheer force of the moment. The sharp pain in his side screamed as he landed among the pile of treasure and he instinctively took a gulp of air he didnât need.
Disoriented and trying to ignore the pain, he scrambled backwards to locate his opponent.
Then he heard the distinct crunch of bone, and Astarionâs head whipped toward the sound just in time to see the manâs body go limp in the jaws of a saber toothed cat.
Of course it was Halsin.
Astarion slumped back against the gold and closed his eyes. Part of him was relieved. Thankful for the timely rescue.
Another part of him was very, very, annoyed.
âAstarion,â Halsin said, his voice a mixture of concern and relief, as he practically skidded to a stop beside him, tufts of fur trailing behind him from dismissing his wildshape. Golden healing magic gathered around Halsinâs fingertips as his eyes darted over Astarionâs form â from his torso, to his hip, to his neck, to his face, then back to his hip.
Halsin lowered his hands to the spot on Astarionâs hip with a grimace that no one ever wanted to see from a healer, âDonât look.â
Astarion looked.
Nausea churned in his stomach at a strip of white between the bloodied, torn, flesh of his hip. Good gods. Astarion vaguely remembered the sharp pain in his side before the man had tried to choke him out, but he wasnât expecting that.
âIâm going to be sick,â he croaked, the damage to his throat making it difficult to talk.
âI told you not to look,â Halsin replied, his hands steady over Astarionâs hip as his magic soaked into him, soothing as a warm bath. âIf itâs any reassurance, it looks nastier than it actually is.â
Astarion wasnât sure if that was true, or if Halsin was attempting to assuage his discomfort. The thought made him scoff. âIâve dealt with worse.â
Cazador had done far, far more damage to him than anything on their adventures with Tav. Getting attacked by a strange man in a cave was barely worth a footnote in the pages upon pages of horrors Astarion had endured over the centuries.
But with Cazador, Astarion never had a stupidly kind druid ready to patch him up.
âIâm sure you have,â Halsin replied, the sound of sympathy still so unfamiliar that it felt almost mocking. Astarion knew that wasnât the case, yet he clenched his teeth. âNow stop talking while I take care of your neck.â
Begrudgingly, Astarion kept his mouth shut as Halsinâs hands hover over his bruised throat. Despite how his adrenaline-fueled mind screamed at him not to let anyone near his neck, he managed to himself calm.
Halsin wasnât going to hurt him.
Somehow, deep in his gut, Astarion knew that to be true.
âNever thought I would say this,â Halsin commented as his rough fingertips brushed over Astarionâs neck with a featherlight touch, the healing magic seeping through Astarionâs skin and soothing his pain. âBut youâre extremely lucky youâre a vampire. Had this happened to anyone elseâŠ. Well, I would have had to prepare something more complex than a simple healing spell.â
Though a sarcastic reply danced on the tip of his tongue, Astarion only hummed in response since he wasnât supposed to talk. He probably wasnât supposed to hum either, considering how the small vibration aggravated his throat.
Oh well. Like he had said before: Cazador had inflicted worse on him. Comparatively speaking, he might as well have just stubbed his toe.
Halsinâs hands carefully moved to the sides of Astarionâs neck, just below his jawbone, his hazel eyes warm but focused as he worked. Astarion swallowed and averted his gaze.
It wasnât until that moment that he realized how intimate their position was â Astarion on his back with Halsin kneeling over him. Though Halsin was politely seated to his side, Astarion couldnât help but imagine if the situation was slightly different. He quickly pushed the thought aside. Now was not the time to imagine being straddled by a handsome, caring, druid.
Halsinâs gentle touch tickled the nape of his neck. âLift your head.â
Trying to ignore the sudden wave of goosebumps across his skin, Astarion did as he was told. Though he could already guess at the answer by the way his throat felt, he asked, âDoes this mean I can talk now?â
âYou may,â Halsin replied as his fingers slipped through Astarionâs hair, the healing magic now focused on the spot on the back of his head where he had been slammed against the wall. Then, Halsinâs throat bobbed and he turned his eyes towards the pile of treasure. âBut I donât encourage it.â
âWhy not? My throat feels fine now, thanks to your magic druid nonsense or whatever spell youâre using.â
Halsin shook his head. âBecause you can be quite distracting.â
Something in the way Halsin spoke stirred up over-eager butterflies in Astarionâs stomach. Though it was entirely possible that Halsin was being very literal and simply didnât want to be distracted while he worked, Astarion couldnât help but feel like there was another meaning behind his words.
What if Halsin was distracted by Astarion the same way Astarion was distracted by him? What ifâŠ.
âIn a good way or a bad way?â Astarion asked before he could get ahead of himself.
âBoth,â he replied, a hint of playfulness in his voice and undeniable warmth and affection in his gaze. âBut if itâs any consolation, youâre mostly the good kind of distracting.â
Astarionâs stomach did a moronic little flip, and he couldnât help the smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. âSo would something like this be the good kind of distracting or the bad kind of distracting?â he asked as he lifted his hand to the back of Halsinâs head, the warmth making him want to bury his fingers in his long hair.
âThe bad kind,â Halsin said as his hand moved to a tender spot on the back of his skull that he didnât even realize he had. âAt least, it is for the next ten seconds. But after Iâm done healingâŠâ
The glowing golden magic that spiraled from Halsinâs thick arms to his skillful fingers dissipated, leaving them in the dim light from a single lantern hanging from the wall. His eyes locked onto Astarionâs, his expression softening as they watched one another, both of them waiting for someone to see what the other would do next. Neither one of them wanting to make the first move.
Perhaps, Astarion thought, it would be for the best if they both just decided to leave things as they were. Astarion would thank Halsin, Halsin would tell him to be more careful, then theyâd go and tell Tav and Jaheira about the cave and all of the loot that was inside.
The moment would be dead and buried, and maybe that was how it should be. After all, what did someone like Astarion have to offer a man like Halsin?
Nothing. That was what.
But when Halsinâs eyes dropped to Astarionâs lips, the hesitation and doubt tying back his desires â what he wanted â unraveled. Damn, maybe it was impulsive, or maybe he was reading too much into the situation. After all, he did just get knocked around pretty hard, and yetâŠ
What the hells.
Astarionâs fingers traced Haslinâs pointed ear as he slid his hand through silky brown hair. âMay I distract you now?â he asked, lifting his face close enough to Halsin's that he could feel his breath against his lips.
Halsin chuckled warmly. âI hope you will,â he said as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Astarionâs with a soft, light kiss. The kind of kiss that was so foreign to him that it made it feel like his chest was about to bust withâŠ. Oh, Astarion didnât know. Something warm and fuzzy that he never thought he would feel again.
âBut,â Halsin said as he drew back, his gaze dark with desire but unmistakably happy, âwe should get back to the beach before the others start wondering where we went.â
âThey can wait a few minutes.â Before Halsin could put any distance between them, Astarion captured the other manâs mouth with his. His hands tangled in Halsinâs hair as he deepened the kiss, nipping gently at his lower lip as he clung to him like he was afraid he was going to change his mind.
The tip of Halsinâs tongue brushed against his, sending a shiver down his spine. Damn it â Astarion didnât even know if this meant anything to Halsin but he wanted it to. He wanted to be more than just a bit of fun for him. Though he knew Halsin didnât hold himself back when it came to his most carnal desires, Astarion also believed Halsin wasnât the type to be careless with anotherâs heart.
Halsin groaned and pulled Astarion closer, inhaling deeply like he was breathing in his scent, andâ
âFootprints lead this way.â Jaheiraâs voice cut through the growing haze of lust like a light in the dark.
âThey couldnât stay put for ten minutes?â Tav said, sounding more annoyed than concerned. âAstarion, I expect to wander off, but Halsin?â
âIâll bet you a gold piece that Astarion probably did something stupid again,â Jaheira replied.
âYeah, Iâm not taking that bet.â
Halsinâs lips drew into a thin line as if he was trying to hold back a laugh. âIf they ask,â he said, offering Astarion a hand as he got to his feet, âwe had to go after a straggler.â
Astarion scoffed as he accepted Halsinâs hand, gold coins clinking beneath him as he stood. âIsnât that what happened? I mean, we did take care of that brown-toothed menace over there.â He cocked his thumb towards the corpse that he had honestly forgotten about until that moment.
âExactly,â Halsin replied. âIâm just going to leave out the part where you wandered in here by yourself without telling anyone.â
The lingering tingle on his lips from Halsinâs kiss did not stop Astarion from rolling his eyes. âOh, you are so kind.â
âIâm detecting some sarcasm,â Halsin said with a chuckle. âCome on. Letâs get back to the others. Perhaps I can distract you later.â
Judging by the look in Halsinâs eyes and the fluttering feeling in his own stomach, Astarion had no doubts about that.
Only a few steps from the entrance to the cave, Astarion gave a frustrated groan. He turned sharply on his heel and began to trudge back in.
âWhere are you going?â Halsin asked.
Astarion didnât even want to look at Halsin as he answered, âI forgot my damn dagger.â
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Author's Note: Thank you for reading! Comments are always appreciated!
Hey silver, are you alright? I just wanted to check I since you've been away for a while now
Alfjdkslal this is so sweet đ«
I'm all good! Had a HELLA busy couple months and had to step away from pretty much all my online stuff.
I'm really hoping to be back soon! I miss the fandom, and you all, I've just barely had time to breathe recently, let alone open Tumblr! I've not even scrolled my dash since... June??
It means a lot that you checked in, and I really hope you're doing okay!!
