Ientina1234

The rays of light that passed through his fingers surprised him, moving his hand away to see the sun shining as bright as he had once remembered it.

“My dear… Darling, look at the sun-” But looking around him, Astarion found himself alone. Far worse, there was a box containing him, and dirt was coming down onto him.

His eyes darting around, he tried clawing his way out, reaching for the walls of dirt that threatened to collapse onto him, “W-What’s happening!? Who- Who are you? Do you not hear me?! I’m alive, you cannot do this!”

No matter how much he shouted, the figure overhead didn’t flinch, and as his hand reached out for the sun that he longed to see and live under again, his eyes pained, his teeth gritted in great effort-

The sun accentuated the features of the figure that was burying him.

”Cazador… No- No, it- it cannot be. You can’t be here, this-” His breath caught up in his throat when the sun was obscured by a figure, different than the one he first saw. Grander.

”Barry, my dear… You-” He could only mutter one more word before the horror continued…

”Why?” [Wheel of Emotion is playing]

”Hon? Hon, wake up, hey,” Barry shook their already shaking partner, he seemed to be trapped in a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from.

Barry had been woken up by its partner’s hands clawing all around him, accidentally gripping onto Barry’s violet simple shirt they wore that night. As Astarion’s breathing quickened, Barry’s eyes darted around their lover’s face, for any signs that he might wake up-

Sitting up on its knees, Barry was about to grab hold of Astarion’s shoulders when the vampire sprung up with a terrific gasp, heavy breathing overcoming him as his eyes darted around the room, finding his beloved and shaking his head in disbelief, the confusion of the nightmare washing over him.

”Hon, my Star, you are free,” Their big, gentle hand took hold of Astarion’s own, its eyes now set onto its partner as they didn’t press closer to him, “You’re home, with me. We left to adventure together, remember?”

Despite the drowsiness of sleep and the adrenaline of fear, Astarion didn’t hesitate to cling onto that hand like a life-line with his own. Listening to his partner’s voice, Astarion breathed in, then out, almost as if guided by Barry’s own breathing, his chest expanding and falling under his disheveled frilled simple white shirt.

They stood like that for a good while, in silence as Astarion followed Barry’s breathing, nodding to himself as his adrenaline began wearing off and his heartbeat slowed down. Barry’s free hand came over their already intertwined hands, a much needed anchor of safety for the man before them.

”It,” Astarion took a deep, slow breath,”it was simply a dream, my dear, you needn’t worry.”

Barry wasn’t conviced that to be the case in the slightest, but despite that, they nodded, giving a hum as it looked to their intertwined hands, Astarion’s both hands with its.

Bringing their hands to their mouth, Barry brushed its lips over the back of Astarion’s hand, to which its partner was flattered by, a genuine small smile spreading on his lips briefly.

”You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.You’ve got this.”

Astarion sighed in relief, “Thank you, love, for trusting me. I’ve got this, and you’ve gotten me, as well.”

Smiling, Barry itched closer to momentarily give Astarion their shoulder to lean on.

Eventually, Barry decided to get out of bed, leading their partner with them. It would be best to do what they were best at, and distract Astarion’s mind from those distressing nightmares. [I Hear A Symphony is playing]

”I used to hear a simple song,” Their voice carried out softly, and Astarion’s eyes looked into those beautiful, calm moonstones of Barry’s, “That was until you came along.”

The warmth of Barry’s body so close to him, Astarion followed the steps by with his partner swayed with him, in a slow, simple dance.

”Now in its place is something new, I hear it when I look at you.”

”Is that so, my dear? My charms must be working on you,” Its’ partner’s comment made Barry chuckle out of its song, but they continued the slow dance regardless, eyes on one another.

Moving their hands, Barry held one of Astarion’s still, but the other rested on their partner’s shoulder, while Astarion’s over hand was hugging their wast.

”With simple songs I wanted more,” Looking at the moon in the sky, Barry continued “Perfection is so quick to bore.”

Leaning closer, Astarion’s mind began wandering off from the dream, a grin in his eyes, “Oh my, Darling. Don’t you know perfection is the killjoy of creativity?”

Giggling, Barry spun around with its partner, “Will you stop that?”

”No, I believe I will not.”

Both shared a chuckle, and Barry’s voice pierced through the dense night, “You are more beautiful by far,” their eyes softened, their voice a whisper in the wind, “Our flaws are who we really are.”

”It would be a shame if you found me as anything but, darling,” Before Barry could respond, Astarion’s hand moved from its hip to its face, “For you are even more magnificent than I am.”

Blinking, Barry was left at a loss for words, their cheeks dusted pink in the moonlight, Astarion rubbing a thumb over their cheek. Barry leaned into the hand with a smile, knowing Astarion was going to be okay.

Knowing there were no words that could describe how much Astarion meant to it, Barry decided that its song and their dance could be the feelings it had no other words for.

Picking up the pace in their dance, Barry leaned away, one hand holding onto Astarion’s outstretched one, their bodies in sync with one another as the singer hummed the tune to the song.

Twirling around each other together, their feet moved together, left, and right, in the front, in the back, and twirl again.

”I used to hear a simple song,” Barry’s voice grew louder and stronger with each word, their head gesturing closer to Astarion, “That was until you came along!”

Stepping back from one another, their hands still together on each other, Barry’s voice sung its heart out, “You took my broken melody, and now I hear a symphony!”

Stepping closer to one another again, they continued their dance, entranced into one another, the swirls around one another symbolic to them, stepping back and close to one another, until they ended looking into each others eyes in a comfortable silence.

Astarion could see his own reflection in those moonstones, and so could Barry in those crimson gems.

Taking up Astarion’s face in their hands, Barry whispered softly, a smile in their eyes and on their lips, “And now I hear a symphony.”

The man couldn’t help but blink through his emotions, a silent puff of air escaping his lips as the smile spreading on his lips took hold of him.

”You truly are something else, my love. I’m a symphony,” His eyes looked up with joy, caught up in his own head, before grinning, “It’s beyond perfect. Thank you. And you, my dear…are the violin of my heart.” ------ @ientina1234 (art blog), here's the commission! Thank you very much again! Thee two are endearing :D