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An independent, selective and mutuals only writing blog for 𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙲𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙽 of Larian Studio's 𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙳𝚄𝚁'𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝙸𝙸. Established in December 2022, revived in May 2023. 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 , escaping the one who you believed saved you. poetry carved into the back of a spawn. shed some kindness onto thickened skin. a change of an unbeaten heart. LURED BY ROSEMARY, SHE/THEY, 21+.

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im aware you want to kiss but there are others out there who need ME. biblically. im aware...

There is something in the air, though it's just the stench of city life and new beginnings for those who have returned home, it's an old life for the pale elf. Prowling the nights, drinking pricey wine in hopes it'll fill the void but leaving these so called gates just to hunt like old times. Though something else taints this already diseased-ridden air, how Astarion is still in his cloak from today's errands. Royal blues and gold trimming, soaking itself underneath the moon as he stares at it a bit too hard. His arms are crossed and those red eyes of his scare you without meaning to. You haven't seen him in a moment. His curls are longer. From what you assume anyway. The more you look at him the more you understand that he still isn't used to being away from the sun. Black gloves, black tunic...the only thing that colored him was his eyes and drape that wrapped around and swallowed him whole. Yet he holds this melancholy look. " I'm sorry, " Curiosity gets the best of you from his sudden apology, " I hope my letter wasn't of much concern. I just... I have been on a hunt. I just... didn't have the courage to do it alone. Before you say something sarcastic, it's not that kind of hunt! I can handle that on my own. "

His hands hold themselves upwards, a way to defend himself with every word, " My parents are no longer here, to my dismay. They left their home up for sale but no one... no one dared to buy such property because of me and what had happened between the time I was alive and the time I've met him... I've paid enough coin to understand that this was Cazador's doing. " Cazador... the name you haven't heard in quite some time but remember his death vividly as Astarion repeated each action with force, with reason. Remembering how his body fell and Astarion kneeled beside him in pure regret and confusion. There is more to this, something Astarion had kept out of touch with you. And he knew this. Red hues glancing back at your own darkened eyes, " Yes, yes... I, too, was an important figure within Baldur's Gate. A magistrate, if you will. I took after my mother. I forced her out of it as some would say... and it's how I met Cazador. " An offended scoff is given, a hand on his hips as jumbled words of " Canwepleasejust... Let's just visit my parents home, shall we. Or do I have to tell my entire sob story to you? We already know most of it... "

" Why would I want to spend time with you? You'll speak to me about that of Shar, leading me into that of darkness and all that boring nonsense. Though if I have troubles trying to rest... perhaps I will plop myself down and give it a go! I mean what could possibly go wrong. " Wide-eyed, that tilt of his head and the sudden scoff. Astarion was just as ready to continue this sarcastic little fight of theirs. Not that he meant any harm nor she... it past the time. It was fun until little jabs become that of harsh daggers. Arms cross, position fixed as putrid hues of red had stared at the sudden dirt being kicked and dug into by the tips of his shoes.