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I wish to drown in my pain, alone, just like a moth dancing to its death in the flame - Cazador / Astarion pre-canon fanfiction

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: at the Szarr Palace, every single creature living under its roof is busy preparing the incoming event: an especially important ball, important enough to set the Great Hall up, in the Upper City wing. For this reason, Cazador summons Astarion, needing something from him. In Astarion's mind, it's the dreadful moment when he will know how he will be asked to entertain the guests.

But this time things are not as he thought.

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Time moves slowly, but passes quickly - Cazador / Astarion pre-canon fanfiction

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: apparently it's just another monotonous night in the Szarr family palace. After finishing with his “guest” , Astarion is trying to take a little time for himself and take a bath. However, all too soon, someone knocks on the bathroom door and shatters that one wish he had.

[hexentanzenigma]

Time moves slowly, but passes quickly - Cazador / Astarion pre-canon fanfiction

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: Cazador rang his bell twice and sent Astarion to the kennels for Godey's skillful skeletal hands to take care of him. Astarion is in despair and hopes to get out soon but beyond the door familiar steps are approaching.