the 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔢 ᵐᵃᶜᵃᵇʳᵉ.

A   PRIVATE   &   MUTUALLY   EXCLUSIVE   PORTRAYAL   OF   GRIER   RAVENHEEL,   THE   PROTAGONIST   OF   BALDUR'S   GATE   3.   A   HELLFIRE   WARLOCK   UNDER   GLASYA'S   PATRONAGE.   KNOWN   TO   BE   AN   INFERNAL   VIXEN   AND   YOUR   MOST   CHARMING   TROUBLEMAKER.  canon   adjacent   &   headcanon   based.   dark,   nsfw,   triggering   content   present.   as   ensorcelled   by   mor   [   21+,   she/her,   eest   ]

❝   there.   ❞   when   the   final   piece   of   his   armor   is   removed   ,   he's   left   with   his   protective   padded clothing   ,   though   that   would   not   be   comfortable   for   him   to   keep   on   wearing   for   what   they   intend   to   do.   ❝   i'll   have   to   ask   you   to   turn   around   now   ,   astarion   ,   ❞   gustave   playfully   jests   as   his   fingers   make   a   circular   motion   ,   waiting   until   his   crimson eyes   have   averted   so   he   can   change   into   his   more   comfortable   camp   clothes   that   will   serve   him   much   better   here.   perhaps   he   changes   a   little   too   quickly   ,   clearly   both   nervous   ,   yet   excited   for   what   he's   about   to   experience.   never   has   the   possibility   of   death   ever   been   so   enticing   ,   but   it's   only   because   astarion   is   the   one   to   bestow   this   kiss of death   ,   though   if   he's   not   careful   ,   it   could   be   the   final   one   he   ever   experiences. that's alright , gustave thinks , the risk is worth it.   ❝   alright   ,   you   can   look   ,   ❞   gustave   offers   ,   already   moving   to   lay   across   his   bedroll on his back , looking up at astarion with baited breath.   ❝   is   this   how   you   want   me   ?   ❞   brows   raised   ,   hands   folded   atop   his   stomach.   ❝   perhaps   there   is   a   certain   way   you   like   your   prey   to   be   positioned.   simply   guide   me   to   how   you   need   me.   as   i   said   ,   i'll   do   as   you   desire.   just   promise   me   i'll   live   to   see   tomorrow   &   you   can   begin   whenever   you   are   ready.   ❞

astarion could feel the ache in his gums, the ache in his stomach. he could waste no more time. a hand skirted up to cup the opposite side of gustave's neck, his teeth suddenly grazing the skin of his jugular. the tips of his fangs are mere pinpricks, before they sink in all at once. what he tastes immediately is unlike any creature he has fed on before, it's overwhelming and startingly rich. it's fuller, and so satisfying, in a way words could not explain. addictive. the hand on gustave's neck drops to his shoulder and grabs hold, tightens, as the rush of his blood threatens to wipe away astarion's rational mind just as swiftly.

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She shakes away the thought & turns to face her vampire companion, a hand resting on her hip. "If you wish to keep telling me of how horribly I've failed, can you do so on the walk back to camp? I could use a bath or two, and a drink that's not from behind that bar." Her hands shoo him toward the door, mouth curling with her own amusement.

“ just when you think you've seen it all, ” with a wistful sigh, astarion continued on towards camp, eager to be rested. he ducked under an extended, wiry branch and avoided tripping over raised cobblestones, briefly wondering what the town of reithwin had looked like in it's heyday. “ ... so, what have we learned after this little venture of ours today? ”

mental escape was complicated and heavy, but it was either thoughts of a home since-abandoned, or to be at the mercy — or lack thereof — of his singular conversational partner. ❛ sure, you'd like that, wouldn't you ? ❜ erik answered too quickly, without thinking. it was a lucky thing the other could not spot the wolf's reaction to his own voice, the barest pink dusting over his scowl. ❛ i consider you an inconvenience, how's that ? ❜ better.

“ an "inconvenience?" oh, come off it. that's hardly news, ” astarion scoffed with a roll of his eyes. “ although, it is rather tragic, isn't it? here i was, positively dying to be your worst decision yet, ” he chimed, nonchalant, despite the amusing deviation in conversation. “ it wouldn't kill you to loosen up every now and again. have a little fun, ” or maybe it just might.

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" no need, my dear, this is what perfectly placed and capable mage hands are for. " he stifled his amusement, whatever was left of it upon the missing presence once by his side. turning on mud-caked heel, dorian offered an extended arm that flexed and braced for added weight. " rather deceptive, these puddles, it looks like you could right about go swimming in this one. " voice strained a tad as he leaned back, using the better half of gravity to aid in few second rescue. he waited, his grip tightening a fraction to ensure all was right in the way of balance, before letting go. " if it helps any, i'm pretty sure i'm the only one who noticed. "

“ gods, a puddle, really, ” astarion muttered with a huff, hands sliding down his front in a futile attempt to rid himself of splashed up dirt. “ mm, your discretion is appreciated. now lets get out of this rain, shall we? before i make even more of a fool of myself. go on, conjure one of those portals you mentioned. or whatever it is you mages do. ”

❝  the  gory  details  do  not  excite  me  as  much  as  you  might  think.  i  see  plenty  of  you  in  fights.  it's  why  you're  with  me,  ❞  she  starts  from  there,  making  it  known  he  is  watched.  everyone  is,  and  as  a  fellow  killer,  grier  may  even  admire  their  technique.  ❝  i  meant  with  your  fangs,  tiger.  how  many  have  you  sucked  dry  ?  and  does  a  body  grow  stiff  faster  once  it's  drained  of  all  blood  ?  ❞  her  two-toned  eyes  are  large  —  sparkled  with  genuine  curiosity.  ❝  which  race  would  you  say  is  the  tastiest  ?  which  has  the  most  blood  ?  ❞

“ and, oh, i would have no idea. i imagine elves to be more... cultivated. tieflings might have a dash of spice. although, i am curious about orcs. they've big hearts, strong circulation. i wouldn't have to feed for a week, no doubt, ” astarion glanced down at his fingers, turning them over to study his nailbeds and ignoring the resounding pang of hunger. “ if the purpose of this conversation was to make me hungry, you've succeeded. now, does that answer all of your questions, or do you have more stashed away in that wonderfully macabre head of yours? ”

a   daring   thought   approaches   gustave's   mind   ,   &   rather   than   keep   it   hidden   &   buried   where   no   one   can   see   ,   he   decides   to   test   the   vampire's   curiosity   ━━   let's   see   what   he   thinks   of   this   choice.   ❝   i'm   happy   to   prevent   a   sloppy   display   by   going   into   the   forest   with   you   ,   ❞   he   begins   softly   ,   his   smile   verging   on   mischievous   ,   though   the   crimson   color   in   his   cheeks   betray   him.   ❝   however   ,   there   is   another   option.   perhaps   we   could   avoid   a   dangerous   walk   into   the   forest   altogether.   perhaps   .   .   .   i   allow   you   to   feed   on   me.   ❞   he   almost   can't   believe   he   allowed   the   words   to   leave   his   lips   ,   doing   his   best   not   to   appear   nervous   .   .   .   &   failing   miserable.   ❝   of   course   ,   you'd   have   to   promise   that   you   won't   take   too   much   of   me.   i   would   like   to   live   &   not   become   another   victim   at   your   hands.   ❞   a   step   is   taken   ,   slowly   closing   the   gap   between   them   ,   but   not   quite.   up   this   close   ,   gustave   can   see   the   vampire's   features   on full display.   the   pale   color   of   his   skin   ,   the   crimson   of   his   eyes.   what   did   he   look   like   before   he   was   bitten   ,   he   wonders.   ❝   of   course   ,   the   forest   is   still   an   option   ,   if   you   prefer   it.   make   your   choice   &   i   will   do   as   you   desire.   ❞   a   risky   statement   to   make   ,   but   gustave   makes   it   anyway.   his   body   is   close   to   shuddering   visibly from   the   anticipation   of   it   all.   what   will   astarion   choose   ?   if   he   feeds   off   him   ,   will   he   be   kind   ?   does   that   even   matter   ?

“ if it means i'll avoid muddying my boots, by all means, ” an offer like this was one in a million, no doubt. there remained a fleeting flicker of hesitancy in his eyes, that which he swiftly brushed off with a pointed glance to gustave's tent. “ you strike me as a man who enjoys his privacy. perhaps we ought to... relocate, before the others catch wind. unless of course, you don't mind an audience, ” his amusement replaced his oscillating thoughts, his hand gesturing to gustave's tent if his stare hadn't been so obvious. his tent was rather lacking in comparison, void of any homeliness one might expect. “ shall we? ”