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like smoke reversed (i transform from thin air into burning thing) by amells (aeviternal)
Fandoms: The Wayhaven Chronicles (Interactive Fiction)
18 Nov 2020
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Adam has not shared a bed with another in— in decades. Centuries, perhaps. He had not considered, however, that doing so with the detective would be so very different.
He— well, he is coming to understand that perhaps he is not in the business of considering all that much, these days.
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Astarion seems to have acquired a bleeding heart, entirely by accident.
And by the gods, was she an inconvenience.
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A romance fic based on the Early Access content for Baldur's Gate 3. A love letter to one disaster wannabe-edgelord vampire who I like despite my better judgement, or a letter of complaint to Larian for having these companions be so mean to you for being a nice person? You decide.Series
- Part 1 of Rat Bastard Boi (BG3)
- Part 1 of Rosalie/Astarion "Canon" playthrough (sort of)
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“Oh, gods forbid they respond positively to you doing a good thing,” Neve deadpans. She squeezes him a little again. “That’s sort of how it works, Astarion.”
She can’t even see it. Believes the best of them all so earnestly, himself included, that she can’t see how it would all fall away without her at the center. It’s enough to make a person feel like they might actually deserve it.
“And by it, you mean…?” he asks instead.
Her huffed laugh of disbelief ruffles the hair at his neck. “Friendship, you idiot,” she answers. “And the general acquisition thereof.”
Astarion cuts a sideways look at her as best he can with her still nestled so close. “And is that what we are? Friends?”
He’d meant it to tease her, and yet finds that the silence before her answer twists his stomach. Because…he doesn’t actually know, either.
“Yes, Astarion,” Neve says gently, after a moment. “I think we’re very good friends.”
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Neve and Astarion, continued. She's not a victim. Not a target. Not just one night it's better to forget. But then...whatever in the world could she be?
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- Part 2 of Mercurial World
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You shift your focus on the knife in your hand and resume fletching, leaving Astarion to his smutty literature.
He lowered himself on the bed to let the light hit his face; he looks just like a cat—or a cold-blooded reptile—lazing in the sun. -
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“All I’m saying,” Astarion shrugs to your party huddled in the woods surrounding a quaint little village just outside Baldur’s Gate, “is that it couldn’t hurt to spend a night in an actual bed before we go face certain death and all that.”
He glances to you, and you sense something deeper in those red eyes, something that smirks and curled words cannot quite hide, not from you. Something that no one else is going to notice in their flippant dismissals of him.
Unease.
“We have more than enough money pooled together to burn on a few rooms,” you say, shifting your weight and urging the rest of the group to consider such a luxury. “We weren't going to go past the city gates tonight anyway. What’s the harm?”