death can have me when i'm done.

& i'm not done yet. [ ind. sel. pri. sort of self insert for baldur's gate 3. plays as both tav and companion, primarily companion. ]

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ONCE UPON A LIE.

#whcnimdone. | there are too many things in this world left unsaid, left undone, left unheard. death can have me when i'm done, and i'm not done yet.

written by ghostie / ren.

23 yrs old, 8+ years of rp exp.

warning: dead dove do not eat ( adhere to tags ).

eldritch horror & grey horror.

started as a self insert for bg3, slowly becoming more than that.

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whose astarion is going to let wraith be his mirror?

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"... Kind of expecting everyone to have forgotten I exist."

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oh brother. i have to reinstall AS MANY OF my old mods as i remember because they ALL BROKE.

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@estarion - happy ( late ) birthday you eccentric bastard.

they're late.

they know they're late, but they've been up for days by this point, working dedicated to finish the collection of little trinkets and tapestries that they know astarion would enjoy to have for his birthday, for his day of life. after all, even the vampire spawn would know and notice that they have been absent from all camp activities since days before and now days after the spawn's birthday.

they're working on the last piece with a sure sign of mania that most would balk and frighten at, but for the faerie it was something of a comfort to know that they could push through this and then get something to eat, to drink, and then pass out for a few days, at the begrudging nature of their Guardian in their dreams. ( never did trust that damn person, but they were helping, for now. it would have to do. )

they look up briefly, scanning around them to check that everything is where it's supposed to be so they can hand it off to astarion in a few moments when the last few strands curl through their fingertips and settle with a gentle fluttering of cloth.

the first thing they made held a spark of hope, a couple intertwined flowers that looked as if they were fighting an endless winter and a glimpse of spring at the ground inside a magically lit terrarium. it was the representation of how often he seemed to give the ground that spark, the lingering feeling that they must fight, they must fight, because no one else can do it.

the second thing they made, they didn't exactly make it by themselves. their patron had giggled and laughed and cackled at the fact that they sought out a smithy that their patron once knew out here among the woods, slinking away to their friend of a friend to make a couple of pieces that they know astarion.

the first of which was a fanciful gauntlet decorated with gold inlay that wreathed itself in a manner much like a golden laurel, the symbol of their newfound family. the symbol of victory, of survival, of knowing you had won. it was a subtle way of ensuring that astarion would never be far from family - would never be shunned for being who he wanted to be, or who he strove to become.

the second item from the smithy was a simple one, but a necessary one. it was a ring. not a purity or promise or engagement ring, but a friendship ring. they were wearing the other half of it, and they had a note attached to it in a small ring of parchment that detailed what it all meant, and that he was not required to wear it. a blacksteel band with a ring of red and a centerpiece of a bright red agate, heralding a once per dawn ability to cast counterspell, directly as a gift from them and their patron.

the last of the group from the smithy was a crown that looked a little amateurish. something made by unsteady, shaking hands, but with dedicated aim with someone guiding them. it was bronze, yes, but it was polished and taken care of bronze, engraved with the motto of both their patron - "trying is a matter of hope. you cannot try if you do not have hope." - and themselves - "do it because no one else can do it for you."

and of course, there is what they're currently working on.

it was a simple thing, meant to keep him warm at night when he did not seek out one of the others for snuggles and cuddles. it was a fur lined scarf, decorated in his obvious favorite colors, telling a story in the transition of gold to red to black, not too bright to negate his roguish tendencies, but bright enough to catch eyes when he would take off the hoods.

they sigh, as they finally finish the last stitches to keep the fur lining in place. a nod, and they gather up all the items, peeking out the tent in the middle of the night, and walking casually up to astarion's tent. they set them out in places that only he'd know something had been placed there -

the ring and crown are lain near but not on each other on top of his makeup 'stand', with a note explaining what the ring does. the scarf is folded up carefully and placed with his day outfit but not on top of the fabrics he relies on so easily. and lastly, the terrarium is placed where even the others could see it but they'd overlook it unless they were karlach or perhaps shadowheart on her more curious days: right next to his nail filers and the book he loves to read in camp.

& with that, they saunter back to their tent and crumble into their tent.

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oh! i have so much energy today!

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// @stormveins ─ here.

"Apologies, it was meant as a compliment." it was stated with a bit of lightheartedness, though perhaps it comes across as harsh. wraith had always been the sort of person to be easily misunderstood due to a flat and monotone voice, but it was their tail and glimmering colors that would easily give them away.

this hero was worth more than they bargained for, certainly, but that doesn't mean wraith would give up on her. they can't help but shake their head, resting their wrist against their hilted crossbow at their waist, ever an archer than a proper swordsman. it was easier to shoot something from afar than to get yourself dirty up close. and if you were lucky enough, the fight would be over just as instantly.

"Who told you that you need to be good company?" their eyes narrow. "Take up space, make your presence known. You're not in this world to be nothing. If you weren't meant to exist, you wouldn't."

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my GWORL.

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"so i see another stranger has met and interacted with one entire gremlin vampire. did you sorta just run into him and then he just never went away. because that's how I met astarion."

"Ah. No... I'm afraid I met Astarion on more, forgivable, terms than what you might suggest otherwise." the warm chuckle that reverberates through their form shudders it, smaller than the average fae and much more daemonic looking to boot. it was no wonder why they ended up looking so much more ── like a tiefling.

they can't help the smile that crosses their features at the mention of the vampire, however. it was, curious, yes. it was curious how they had met, and even more curious how they continue to meet. from one fae to another, it was easy to tell when someone could simply use a friend when all other thought otherwise.

"You choose odd terms to describe our mutual friend. Did you know his birthday is arriving in less than a fortnight?" their smile turns briefly into a curling grin, wondering if they could collaborate on a gift - or, one of them at least.

@thenextchapterbegins - umbral.

[chaiisms]

BALDURS GATE 3 PARTY BANTER PROMPTS LIST.

all of the following prompts are taken from party banter between the companions in larian studios' baldurs gate 3 (2023). there should be no spoilers! also, a disproportionate amount of these are from astarion and karlach. i'm not sorry.

I am enjoying our walks together, aren't you, [ name ]?

You'll be as depraved as the rest of us in no time.

Friend of yours?

Were you always so sneaky?

If there's hope for me there's hope for anyone.

How are we not there yet? My feet are killing me.

This is what I get for trying to strike up conversation.

We're not going to have trouble, are we?

If we continue this way, we may get too close for comfort.

Don't get too comfortable. We shouldn't overstay our welcome in such a place.

Do you have pet names for each other yet?

[ name ]! Was that a joke?

You know what - that is not the easiest of questions for me to answer.

Given your own nature, are you really the one to judge?

You can read?!

I'm surprised - I expected you to turn your back once you got what you wanted.

I wouldn't know a flirtation if you whacked me alongside the head with it.

Why stay somewhere safe and comfortable when we could be in mortal peril?

Can't say I love what they've done with the place.

I'm learning to enjoy the taste of chaos. Count me in.

At least you didn't tell me to 'be myself'.

You have so much to learn. Repeat after me: honey muffin, sweetie pie, sugarplum.

Nice to be in a crowd of normal people for once.

So [ name ], how is your sad, hopeless pining going?

You seemed a million miles away just then.

I fear I've been rather hasty to judge you, [ name ].

Ready to enter the belly of the beast?

Step one of starting a conversation: think before you speak.

I hear your relationship has taken on a new aspect recently…

All right, just keep it down. We're conspicuous enough without your hyena call.

Not one for roughing it, I see.

Why not have a little fun?

You're right, of course. Forgive me.

My money's on you, [ name ].

The echoes - listen! They're coming from three directions!

Want me to carry you?

Feeling at home?

Treat them right, or you'll have me to answer to.

Oh, darling, would you?

No doubt they found me too intimidating.

A girl could get used to this.

Now I don't know what to believe.

Well - yes, it was a joke.

I know that, too. It just wasn't funny.

And here I thought I rubbed you the wrong way.

Man, it's good to be home. First round on who?

Oh, I wouldn't actually leave. After all, where would you be without me?

You've quite the knack for finding the bright side of things, haven't you?

Well what would impress you, then?

Let's just stop this conversation right here, shall we?

Must've been an awful day for the people who lived here

You've clearly thought this through a great deal. I'm impressed and appalled in equal measure.

Sure, but think of the stories you'll be able to tell.

I never was scared of the shadows.

I know you're not really as heartless as all that.

I judged you wrongly. I'm sorry.

Are you charging for this sage advice, or is sticking your nose into my business just a hobby?

Pragmatism, thy name is [ name ].

That's ironic, coming from you.

We're either very clever or very lucky.

You do not need luck to survive, [ name ]. Not when you have me.

That will make getting word to my mother rather tricky.

Stop gawking at the decor. This place is dangerous.

I can't tell if you're joking.

So, what's it like caring for someone other than yourself, [ name ]?

You think I'm beautiful?

I feel it too. Here if you need a pick-me-up.

Yet another thing we have in common. We're two peas in a pod.

Is it so unbelievable that they would simply like me?

Use your words.

You gonna catch me if I eat a brick?

[ name ], I've heard you talking in your sleep.

Let's never speak of this again.

You can take a day off once in a while, [ name ]

Hey! Something bit me.

Cheer up. It might be all downhill from here.

I love a nice secret hideaway, don't you?

Think the bar is open?

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Laying down RN but I want you to know, if there's a funky little guy or a strange little girl in any media, I probably have their muse.

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am i ready to go back to a fandom that chased me out? no. am i doing it because it's actually making me happy again? ... maybe.

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i should play my old versions of the main kids. wouldn't that be a TREAT.

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where on god's green fucking Earth:tm: do i find ethically sourced terezi icons anyway. who did this.

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let's go chuckle fucks i'm ready to make a MISTAKE

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"I had a brother."

the statement is poised after many drinks, many jokes, many laughs. wraith was never one to speak about themselves, and much less so about a past that no longer matters. but after being outed in their warlock tendencies rather than paladin showcase in this dark, dismal disaster of an outlands called the shadowlands by a ( HIGH HARPER ) no less... they can't help but want to share what may lighten to load.

"He once said that no one would ever care about me. He's long since been proven wrong, but sometimes I wish I could just prove that to him... but he's better off buried without burial."

// @estarion

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bond tags.

@estarion - a bond like sulfur & sunshine.

patron - love means jumping first asking second.

@fallesto - this is a good joke set up.