#human modern.

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Admiring Leona as she slept, twisted and tangled up in silken sheets, felt bittersweet as Astarion quietly pulled his clothes back on. The temptation to lay there for another hour or so was hard to resist, but the longer he laid awake at her side, the more time his mind had to fill itself with cruel notions. Making love to her may feel so different, but he could not form an attachment. It would just make complicate things. If they weren't already...

When the woman began to stir, Astarion paused and found his mask of a smile to hide any complex thought or feeling. Reaching over, he brushed a stray lock of heir from her face. "Did I wake you, darling?"

( @parvumchao )

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( @parvamundi )

Married with children, lover of all things culinary and feeling neglected. That was all of the information he had been given, other than the where and whens. Flying into Miami for the weekend, Astarion figured that this was one of those one time things. That was fine for him, he didn't like to play the same deck of cards twice. Either they would end up sharing a glass of wine, listen to her marital woes and nothing more, or he'd send her home with pleasant bruises painting her inner thighs. As he had done with many women, and men, of similar descriptions. Either way, a job well done was a job well paid.

Suited in his best Giorgio Armani, he waited at the hotel bar as instructed. He would know her as soon as she walked in from the lobby; a well trained eye could spot anxiety and desperation so easily. He'd seen it all too many times.

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"Are you feeling festive, darling?" Astarion purred as he stalked towards Leona with a set of two glasses filled with red wine in his hands. He offered her one of them before taking a step behind her. His fingers, now free to do as they pleased, drew her hair back over her shoulder to allow his lips to greet the space just beneath her earlobe. He didn't have any traditions of his own. The tree he had erected and lit in his penthouse was purely for Leona's sake. He understood what a sacrifice it was for her to be away from her family, even for a few days, during such a season. Just as it was a sacrifice for him; risky business to invite her there rather than their usual hotel. "There may be something under the tree for you. And ah—before you start to feel guilty, I admittedly thought of myself as well when picking them out for you." Beneath the tree, there was a black label box with the words 'LA PERLA' embossed in gold. It wasn't the first time he'd purchased a gift for a client, but it was unique in that he'd spent a painstaking amount of time in ensuring that what he did choose was a perfect set of lingerie and a nightgown worthy of Leona. Even more unique was his intrigue to see her in them... "Well? Don't be shy..."

( @parvumchao )

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Leona would like a kiss pls

Astarion slowly zipped up the length of Leona's dress, spreading tender kisses from shoulder to neck until he inevitably guided the strap to settle between. His finger tips marked a path across her chest, rising to meet the edge of her jaw. Urging her head to turn and meet his awaiting lips.

( @parvumchao )

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❝ i want to tell you something i just need a moment to figure out the right words. ❞ (Leona)

A FEW VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS

Was this it? The moment Leona decided to call it quits? Astarion supposed that he shouldn't be that surprised. Everyone moved on eventually, and that had never bothered him... Not until he had met Leona. "Take your time, darling..." He whispered, trying to sound more curious than resigned to inevitable disappointment. ( @parvumchao )

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VERSES, TAGS & BRIEF DESCRIPTIONS

main. - Any verse which takes place within the timeline of Baldur Gate 3's canon.

ascension. - Any verse, either within the game's timeline or outside of the game's timeline, in which Astarion chose to complete the ritual of Profane Ascension.

pre-main. - Any verse which takes place prior to the events of Baldur's Gate 3.

post-main. - Any verse which takes place after the timeline of Baldur Gate 3's canon.

i should have been a tailor. - A specific post-main verse in which Astarion, now free of Cazador and the tadpole, has opened a tailoring/perfume shop within Baldur's Gate.

human modern. - Any verse in which Astarion is a human in a modern setting.

vampire modern. - Any verse in which Astarion is a vampire in a modern setting.

heat of miami. - Human Astarion pimped as a gigolo under Cazador, preferably in the 1980s. (decade subject to change)

heat of miami; vampire edition. - Vampire Astarion pimped as a gigolo under Cazador's control, forced to lure in his master's victims, preferably in the 1980s. (decade subject to change)