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After the brain sinks into the ocean and Astarion finds himself burdened with the rays of the sun once more, Gale offers him his spare room in his tower in Waterdeep.
Or: A year in the life of post-game Gale & Astarion told in vignettes and letters.
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05 May 2024
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Halsin looked at him. “This could be…incredibly painful.” He reached out and took Astarion’s hands in his own. “Are you sure you wish to do this?”
Astarion nodded. “Yes. I’m very sure.”
or: after enduring two hundred years of torture at cazador's hands, astarion finds a life renewed alongside halsin in reithwin. but he is still infinitely curious, and when he discovers the fate of his parents, he can't help but pull that thread. to them, he is dead and buried - but maybe some good can come from it after all.
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01 Apr 2024
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Gale sighed. “To what do I owe the immense pleasure, Shadowheart?”
“I can’t come to Waterdeep and see an old friend?”
Gale hesitated as he closed up his bag and swung it over his shoulder. He wanted, briefly, to say something unkind. But she was as she’d always been — sand through his fingers, impossible to hold.
“It’s been some time,” he said instead.
or: four years after they parted in baldur's gate, shadowheart arrives in waterdeep with a wish scroll in hand and asks gale for his help casting it. it winds up being more than either of them expects.
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20 Mar 2024
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“I am not eager to throw myself upon another altar for naught but scraps in return.” Gale steels himself with a deep breath. He speaks his peace to the wilds and the cosmos rather than his lover's face. “And yet. Marble skin, silver tongue... eyes like Moonsea rubies. Oh, you cast a fine altar, Astarion.”
With two discerning appetites, a deal to keep each other fed is the one thing that ties Astarion and Gale together. But the proverbial collar slips all too easily around Gale's throat, the lead feels right in Astarion's unchained hands, and both men think they've bested the other in a game neither should be playing.
In any case. As the greats say in lanceboard: there is no shame in losing to a stronger foe.
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13 Mar 2024
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“You're sure you’re ready for the role?” Nyssa teases. “Studied up? I can’t imagine there are too many books about infiltrating drow temples.”
Gale fiddles with his collar and leash, pinching it between his forefingers in a way that shouldn’t be distracting but is.
“Perhaps not specifically. You see, the problem about writing on drow society is one often does not make it up from the Underdark to hand pages to publisher. Of course there are many…less researched volumes. Of hapless men and leather-clad matrons. But I told Shadowheart I would be a gentleman, so that is all I will say on the more sordid parts of my education. You’ve nothing to fear.”
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12 Mar 2024