#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.

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.

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. . . .

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.

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.

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 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;

♯𝒢𝑒𝓇𝓂 Full disclosure I'm leaning toward not having a mass informational pinned because I'm just writing solely based on vibes these days 🧍 My Astarion isn't chained to any specific storyline. My only hard NO is ascended Astarion. He's not interesting enough to me to write.

Is a little 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 too much to ask for .ᐣ

Nothing more than a bite, I should think ... 〔 The eyes wander ; A pale throat, the tiniest throb beneath taut flesh. 〕 Though ... Perhaps a 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵.

〔 It is absolutely the coffee, if the way that he shuffles back from the puddle is any suggestion. 〕 Trust me, you wouldn't have the 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 to realize I didn't like you. I do not tolerate nuisances.

ㅤㅤㅤ ↫ꇙ꓄꒐꒒ꏂꇙ ꇙ꓄꒐꒒꒐ꋊꇙꀘ꒐↬ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʀᴇᴅ, ʙɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ, ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ-ɪsʜ, sᴀʀᴄᴀsᴛɪᴄ sᴘᴀʀᴋ, ᴛʀɪᴄᴋsᴛᴇʀ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ/ᴡᴇʀᴇғᴏx, ᴛʀᴀɴs ғᴛᴍ, ʙᴀɴᴛᴇʀ +sʟ, ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ/ᴏᴄꜱ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ "𝑆𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒" 🥍               -ˏˋ ↻  &. ♡ ˎˊ-

〔 A flicker amidst liquid red ; a dancing flame. 〕 I couldn't agree more~

That's 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 the problem, Darling. I'm bored and 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 or just bored .ᐣ

A very prominent curl of the upper lip as a bitter edge assaults his poor nostrils. ̀ There is absolutely no reason to be on the defense, I assure you. Its all just banter, Darling. ´

‍ ‍ • Let me introduce you to: Saphire Calliope Hale • [ “ She’s a lethal woman .. “ ] ‍

̀ 𝘖𝘩, You're here too. Beautiful. 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰. ´

𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 ; He is 𝙣𝙤𝙩 a morning person.

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〔 This 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓸𝓶 . . . tastes like 𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 〕