> The look in her eyes made Astarion’s stomach churn. He knew it all too well—had been on the receiving end of it more times than he could count. How many of the sorry souls he’d brought back to the palace had looked at him like that, like a piece of meat to be chewed on and spit out? > > He never did feel as guilty when those ones were taken away at the end of the night.
Some photos I took to go with the most recent chapter of my fic More Than What You Made Me 🧡
Huge thank you to my friend @auriellapavoni for making it possible!
How I imagine Astarion's proposition to my Durge Tahlianna would have gone.
Thanks to my dear friend @auriellapavoni I have been able to take some photos on PC and it is SO much fun!
Astarion x Female Dark Urge // explicit // cw for chapter: implied violence, PIV sex
> It was all too much, and yet not nearly enough. > > Every stroke left her aching for more, and every breathless sound he made she wished she could capture in a bottle and save for eternity—a reminder that this beautiful, infuriating man who could have anyone he wanted wanted her. > > Tahlianna didn’t care how it all started, didn’t care that he had seduced her. Because if he hadn’t, then she wouldn’t be here right now, in the arms of someone who saw her for everything she was, and still hadn’t fled.
Astarion x Female Dark Urge // explicit // cw for chapter: none
> “I guess what I’m trying to say is that you can’t die—I won’t let you. And if you risk your life like that again, I’ll… well, I’ll be pissed, and you once told me to remind you never to piss me off. So consider this your reminder, alright? You matter too much to me, and I—” > >Astarion surged forward, closing the distance between them, and this time Tahlianna let him. > >He kissed her deeply, hungrily—as if he could swallow the rest of her words, and they could sustain him the way that her blood did. > >And when her tears finally fell, he swallowed those too.
Astarion x Female Dark Urge // explicit // cw for chapter: sexual content, blood & violence, serious injury
> Her legs gave out from under her, and she dropped to her knees at his side. She wanted so badly to reach for him—to feel him and know that he was solid. To check for a pulse, or the rise and fall of his chest, even though she knew it was pointless. > > But she couldn’t bring herself to touch him. > > He looked so delicate. So breakable. How had she never noticed that before? > > Metal clanked against stone as Shadowheart knelt down beside her. Sienna did the same on her other side, letting out a quiet whine. > > Shadowheart rested a hand on her shoulder. “I know it looks bad, and it was… but he’s healing now. Just give it time. Lae’zel is scouting for a place to make camp, where he can get the rest he needs. He’ll be alright, I promise. We’ll make sure of it.”
Just appreciating this scene and all the different emotions he expresses in just a few short moments. Always breaks my heart a bit 💔