Ascended Astarion is not my canon but somehow I love the tragic outcome of AA (my vision, of course!) with a drow male that escaped being someone's slave.

The look, the lips

The hips, the tits

The hair, the eyes

This is a take on AAstarion and normal Tav (None Durge), very much inspired by the song Burn from Hamilton

Taveleigha stared at the old painting of them, made a century ago after they became heroes of Baldur’s Gate. Now, centuries later, she regretted decisions made back then. She wondered how so much promise and love could disappear in half a millennium. She did not recognise herself anymore, unable to talk to old friends or look in a mirror. All she had were artists’ depictions from long hours posing perfectly. Looking at her delicate bracelet chains with embedded jewels, she knew they weren't just gifts; they bound her to him. How did this happen?

Their relationship changed gradually as he gained wealth, power, and territory. He became controlling and demanding, unlike the man she once loved. Long ago, they met due to a tadpole, and she was promised the world, which she received but could only admire from afar. She watched him through palace windows as he courted people across the Sword Coast and all of Toril.

Yesterday was my birthday so-

I wanted to share this mini comic with you.

Click to see in better quality.