"I want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. What you see"
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"I want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. What you see"
Its been a minute cos crossposting is fockn hard and i forget how to be a digital native
Nightmare
HC: even though he doesn’t require sleep, if tav is human, Astarion picks up the habit as a means to spend as much time with them as possible… since humans have one of the shortest life spans of all the races in Faerûn.
Mortal Astarion X F! Human Tav. Ummm, angst.👀
For decades, this manor offered him a place to call home in the truest sense.
The hallway was a sacred gallery, adorned with paintings that were not mere canvases, but tangible echoes of their life together. Each brushstroke, lovingly rendered by her hand, captured the essence of cherished memories.
Whenever he opened the door at the end of the hallway, he was greeted by the radiant smile of his beloved, and the hearth beckoned him to surrender to its comforting embrace. Yet, it was the vast window next to it that held the greatest significance. The tender caress of sunlight danced across his skin as he lost himself in the pages of a book beside her. It was here, bathed in the golden rays, that he could truly revel in the miracle she had bestowed upon him – the cure to his vampiric curse, a gift of life, a reminder of the depths of her love and the power it held to transcend even the most insurmountable of boundaries.
Here at home, he had found everything his heart desired.
But nothing is ever truly perfect. Life simply doesn't work that way. Even the mightiest of fortresses cannot withstand the relentless march of time.
He thought he was ready for it, but not like this.
Never like this.
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The poem cited is "When You Are Old" BY W.B. Yeats. One of my favorites.❤️
Alright, thanks for reading the second installment of my "this did not really happen to my couple". After delving into the mortality of my Tav, Amaara, I found myself confronting a fear more profound than death itself – the fear of morbidity, of life's vibrancy fading before its inevitable end. So I decided to yank my CP around this theme. Self-indulgence at its finest.😊
Astarion: Flirts
Nathan: Flirts back aggressively
Astarion, Dark Urge BG3 comic
Part 2 here, Part 3 here
Yay, I did it - Happy Halloween!🎃 I hope you enjoyed my little dark edgy story! If they decide to sacrifice everyone, but stay together, I always imagined them to be the perfect worst corrupted couple, yet equal, manipulating in turns when the other one is not looking haha
Not quite sure of Gale is a bit too much of a hypocrite in this one but I like to put wise words into his mouth lol Also I had to put Karlach in this one because I wanted the whole group to be there >:(
Part 2 here, Part 3 here
Astarion’s Hair: A Comic
Edit: there is now a part 2
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