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Start by pulling him out of the fire and
hoping that he will forget the smell.
When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it.A devil teaches a monster what it means to be a hero. A devil shows you how to love.
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- Part 1 of cardinal, sunrise, morning star
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For centuries, Astarion wanted nothing more than his freedom. Now that he has it, he finds himself falling into old habits to secure his protection—only to discover that Imara is not the easy target he thought she’d be. Though she has dark secrets of her own, her kindness, sharp wit, and even her ruthlessness surprise and delight him at every turn.
With Imara at his side, Astarion begins to understand that life has much more to offer than just surviving. His path toward healing won’t be an easy one, but he is determined to use his newfound freedom to reclaim his body—and his mind—so that he may finally begin to live again.
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- Part 1 of Birds of a Feather
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Humans can go weeks without food. As long as they have access to water, some can even last months without biting into a hamburger or tasting the sweetness of strawberry jam on a biscuit hot out of the oven. There are drawbacks, of course, to skipping meals. Dizziness, fainting, weight loss too quick for the body to adapt to.
It’s Astarion's first table of the day. The dull, slow thump of his heartbeat rushes past his ears. His knees buckle with every step. He’s falling apart, he knows this, but with ten cents in the bank and another few days to wait until his paycheck comes in, all Astarion can do is keep putting one foot in front of the other and hope he doesn’t collapse. There’s no time to think about the metaphorical hand tightening around his stomach and throat.
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Halsin sighed. “Astarion…I care for you. I care for you deeply.”
“You don’t know me,” Astarion insisted.
“Then let me.” Halsin slowly, carefully, reached for Astarion’s hands. Astarion let him. “Speak. One word from you, and I will leave you be.”
or: astarion and halsin dance carefully around affection, devotion, adoration.
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There was silence. Neither of them said anything, they didn’t even move.
Gale regarded him with wide eyes, seemingly taking his features in anew. Then, he scoffed, straightening up to sit on his bedroll. “Of course. I can’t believe I didn’t see it.”
No fucking way. He was not being this arrogant, this insufferable, in this moment. Astarion must’ve misheard him, only he knew he hadn’t.
“You think yourself that smart, Gale?” he asked with narrow eyes, face twisting with distaste.
“Yes, in fact I do.” Gale replied, his tone returning all of Astarion’s hostility. “I am a studied wizard after all. I’ve read all about your kind, assuming you are merely a spawn.”
“Merely.” Astarion repeated. He kept quiet for a while, attempting to discern what Gale was going to do. He discreetly wrapped his hand around the dagger he hid in the hem of his pants, just in case.
The wizard seemed to be lost in thought for a while. Eventually he looked up at Astarion, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. “Did you plan to kill me?”
“What?” Astarion choked on the word.