𓂃𝕬𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔫 .ᐟ

#germㅤᵕ̈

I don't have a ton of muse for Astarion at the moment so for the time being I'm gonna be over on @devioussniper.bsky.social ; if any of you are into zombies or okay with crossing verses I'll see you there too 🫶

// I left bc of the constant drama. Everyday was a call out post. There were so many stolen OCs with popular writers and I couldn’t stand it. Then there was also the bots and creeps in the bg too. I was just done.

. . .

' It was just a canary, Gale . . . Beautiful, though, wasn't she.ᐣ

I am not purposefully miserable, you know. If I could see the significance of something so delicate surviving out here, I would. But perhaps the gods just have their . . . 𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴. '

There could have been a smile trying to come across Astarion's face at Gale's suggestion of brighter things, and truly, he almost hoped that he had seen it, because soon enough the walls came flying back up to block out that hope.

He couldn't do that to himself.

. . .

♯𝒢𝑒𝓇𝓂

Bsky please please please add drafts so I don't have to rewrite replies every time I get interrupted at work and forget about them 🙏

' Its almost impossible to picture any of you settled down off this wretched little path we're on . . .

I suppose 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 looked much different to you than this.ᐣ '

Hard to enjoy Hallow's Eve without a hearth to curl up to.

. . .

' We really must stop meeting this way, Gale. The others may talk. '

A weary attempt at a usually biting jab ; Astarion still seems transfixed on the flight of the bird.

𝘚𝘢𝘥. Bitter and benumbed. His raggedness shows dark beneath his brilliant eyes.

He lets the moment carry on, perhaps longer than he should. The quiet . . . Save for the breeze, the distant shuffle of other things father into the brush. The sun peeking through the canopy above their heads, warming his skin in a way he had nearly forgotten.

Its too long. It must end.

. . .

. . .

Then, of course, there had to be 𝘎𝘢𝘭𝘦. Who he now watches, diligently, 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮. Like a graveside angel.

He will be his biggest loss, he realizes. When the time should surely come.

. . .

In truth, not caring at all would be much easier, but it became hard to find himself feeling as detached as he ought to be from 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 around him now than when they'd all just met, emerging from the nautaloid crash like a band of newborn pups.

. . .

He slipped up. He can only admit that to himself, of course . . . Silently, in his own mind. There is a tension that Astarion holds in his shoulders long after Gale seems to have dosed off, almost . . . 𝘈𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 to be perceived any further by the other man.

He didn't want to care.

. . .

He is 𝙣𝙤𝙩 meeting the wizard's eyes. 𝘗𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰.

' You are . . . An asset. Does that settle your mind enough.ᐣ Or need you pick apart my mind.

Because I will warn you, that is a 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 road, and I do not consider it open for common travel. '

For a moment, if he noticed Gale's presence at all, he didn't let on.

The bird twitters and he listens with rapt attention, until the creature notices it's growing audience and takes from his hand as quickly as it had come.

His gaze is locked in the direction it had gone, expression fallen.

A small yellow bird perched on his finger ;

He's 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈.

. . .

are to 𝘯𝘰𝘵 die on us, Should I let my guard down. If I hear so much as a 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 in that volatile chest of yours,

I will drag you back from the depths of the hells 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. '

Gale's suffering is obvious . . . The tension in his body, the warble in his voice.

The faintest touch of sympathy swims in the sparkling red gaze of the vampire looming above him.

He's sitting beside him soon enough.

' Well . . . I suppose only for now. But just so we're clear — you

. . .

Something about the faintest scent of mold that makes him feel 𝘪𝘭𝘭.

You need a BELL.

𝙂𝙊𝘿𝙎.

Though most might appear shaken by Gale's words, there is almost a sad glint in the spawn's eyes.

' Let's certainly hope it stays that way then, shall we.ᐣ

As I suggested before - and I do not enjoy repeating myself - lie down . . . Please. '

Biiiiiiiig stretch.

. . .

I'd simply prefer our wizard not collapse and die on us,
Should we have use for his . . . Talents. ´

There's a moment where he actually almost hesitates, as though searching for something to say.

The expression on his face flattens before it becomes too obvious.

̀ Let's not get ahead of ourselves, hmm.ᐣ

. . .

An odd feeling radiates from his belly ; his nostrils twitch upon the realization the acrid stench in the air had not been the coffee at all .

It was 𝘎𝘢𝘭𝘦 .

̀ Perhaps you should lie down . . .

We have the time for you to rest, Gale . ´

. °• . 𖣔

𝔭𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔡 . . .

𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔳𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔱 𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔲𝔰

𖣔 . • ° . 𖦹 • .

The cravings of a strong drink and a warm bed to nap in have yet to be sated .

̀ That means I - ´

There is an audible click as his jaws snap shut, cutting off the thin whine of his voice .

A smirk appears instead .

̀ Pity you've the need for that sort of thing, isn't it .ᐣ

The 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 of your race must be a terrible pain . ´

♯𝒢𝑒𝓇𝓂

Pls pls pls pls

♯𝒢𝑒𝓇𝓂

Shakes you smooches your head gimme gimme gimme

♯𝒢𝑒𝓇𝓂

I LOVE timeliness banter but I am also going positively batty for a deep dive full-on plot rp in dms right now. It's been almost a year since I've written with people ;w;