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Gale was raised with love and care; all his problems were the result of his own mistakes, decisions for which he paid himself, blaming no one. Octavian, on the other hand, was deprived of a normal childhood. Abandoned and unloved, he was shaped by harsh conditions and learned early that with his own body he could obtain certain privileges. And although some of the young spawn's actions are difficult to see from a humane point of view, Gale is patient with Octavian.
Astarion lies in his coffin. Not a spawn yet, but already damned for eternity.
The funeral is a mere formality. There are hardly any mourners. Cazador stands in the shadows, hands folded over a black staff, smiling.
Astarion Ancunín was no innocent. He took bribes, twisting lawsuits with panache. The same fingers accustomed to toying with the laces of other men's codpieces held the gavel of justice with elegant mockery. Not a shadow of doubt. Not a drop of shame.
Cazador leans in, almost fatherly, and grazes the cold cheek with his knuckle.
Astarion lies still. For now, he is merely a beautiful corpse. But not for long.
Before I add a touch of sadness here, take a look at this simple photo of Cazador.
Woe is simply incredible.
Cazador admiring the view
FAVE TROPS
Thanks @riaayanami for tagging me.
// slowburn or love at first sight
// fake dating or secret dating
// enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers
// there's only one bed or-long-distance correspondence
// hurt/comfort or amnesia // Both tasty for me
// fantasy au or modern au // Only dark fantasy
// mutual pining or domestic bliss
// smut or fluff // Weeeell it depends on my mood. I like both separately and one after the other is good too.
// canon-compliant or fix-it // Using canon as a base and fixing some things is just a good way to have fun.
// reincarnation or character death // Usually I am not fond of these things. But after BG3 I have become more accepting of character death. Buuut there is one nuance. Death must not end the character’s storyline.
// time travel or isolated together
// body swap or genderbent // It’s not my cup of tea.
// angst or crack // I am more into angst, but crack is fine too.
// apocalyptic or mundane
// sci-fi au or magic au // Ain’t a big fan of sci-fi at all. I only tolerate it when it’s combined with good horror.
// kid fic or road trip fic // Kids. ugh
// neighbours or roommates
// high-school romance or middle-age romance // Only those species that have reached adulthood are acceptable.
// arranged marriage or accidental marriage // Single is cool too
// one-shot or multi-chapter
I watch him with his hands raised at the altar. He is taller than any of us by two heads.
He doesn't notice me. I am just one of those who crawl at his feet and catch the drops of blood from his claws.
But I am happy.
Today he will make a sacrifice to our Master.
The blade of the dagger enters easily. Not into the throat — no, that would be too quick. He chooses a spot beneath the ribs and sinks the dagger in up to the hilt slowly, savoring every inch, guiding the blade downwards.
I get hard.
I am not ashamed of it, and when I look at him, I understand what true worship is.
I am ready to fall to my knees and crawl to him through puddles of blood, to kiss his boots, so that his claws might enter my flesh as deeply as he has entered my mind.
I want to die by his hand.
Because there is no greater blessing.
My evil lizard.
Cazador may be in white, but he's far from innocent.
Precious "little" Bhaal-babe is awaken. This is how I store my bjds. In the closet. Gale isn't here. I'm getting him ready to meet Tara. And Lord Szarr is currently sitting in the place of honor on my desk, taking over from Astarion.
Cazador may be in white, but he's far from innocent.
After being turned into a vampire spawn, Octavian retained his old scar. This injury, inflicted by magic, resisted vampire regeneration.
Octavian was extremely lucky back then that he did not lose his head entirely, when the aging sorceress caught her young lover and the half-blood bard in bed engaged in an act that left no room for ambiguous interpretation.
The refusal rang sweet in Cazador's ears. The vampire watched the retreating figure and felt almost unberable, greedy anticipation. Magistrate Ancunin had no idea his fate was already sealed. Cazador Szarr was not in the habit of denying himself anything. Astarion belongs to @coldcrave
A rare moment of peace.
Say hello to Gale, but don’t sound too excited. His partner is nearby.
Astarion steals some coins.
Astarion is rather cruel-hearted. He keeps Octavian at a distance, forcing the boy to beg for attention. At the same time, Astarion himself gets more from such a relationship than he gives.
Beware the hag.