#anderwelt

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

[ SHIELD ]:     in order to protect them from physical harm caused by a third party, the sender shoves the receiver against the wall and shields them with their body.

"Watch out, he's got some sunlight magic! Astarion, stay down!"

Astarion's gaze flicked toward Gale, calling out his observations about the magic of their foe. A mad mage in the underdark being a nuisance to someone or other... Shit. Astarion did not give enough of a shit about whoever they were going to be saving this time to die to some sunlight wielding maniac that could kill him in six seconds flat with a flick of the wrist and some magic words. He was ducked behind a cliff wall, readying his crossbow and keeping watch for an opening where he could stay hidden, but hopefully deal some damage. His breathing was quick, undead heart hammering in his chest. This couldn't be it, surely...

He peered around his corner once more to see - Shit! The mage was readying a spell ready to take out Shadowheart, who was already looking like she was on her last legs. With a wince, Astarion darted out from his hiding spot and fired an arrow into the mage's shoulder, cutting him off from his chanting. Shadowheart was the only one capable of keeping them all alive. If she went down-

"Why don't you pick on someone your own size, you bastard?" he hissed. But when the mage's eyes met his, a chill shot through him.

"Unholy creature. I shall strike you down!"

Shit. How did he immediately know Astarion was a-? His mind was too consumed by thoughts and terror to move when the mage rose his hands. He was struck still in fear...

Something crashed into his side as a bolt of sunlight rocketted past his ear. The warmth shot at him like a raging inferno, until he found himself clattering against the wall with someone standing over him. His breathing was fast and haggard, and the only thing that was able to convince him he was still alive. But even that took him a few moments. That was until he opened his eyes and saw the slightly singed form of-...

@anderwelt

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Es gibt ein Tal in der Anderwelt, da gehen die Gelächter um, die irgend jemand hätt' lachen sollen und blieb statt dessen stumm.

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Es gibt ein Haus in der Anderwelt, da wohnen wie Kinder beinand' Gedanken, die wir hätten denken sollen und waren nicht imstand.

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Und Blumen gibt's in der Anderwelt, die sind aus der Liebe gemacht, die wir uns hätten geben sollen und haben's nicht vollbracht.

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Und kommen wir einst in die Anderwelt, viel Dunkles wird sonnenklar, denn alles wartet dort auf uns, was hier nicht möglich war.

Michael Ende

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH how did you know that?! I love floral patterns!!!!”

“You’re so kind Elliot!! Thank you so much!! Ohhhh... that one looks so good too... I can’t chose...”

Haha thanks for asking ! ♥ Foster is straight, and he does have a son, named Ridley ! ( he isn’t very easy-going though, so as insufferable as his father ? xDD )

"You know, Astarion," she began, her words dripping with whimsy, "they say vampires have a biting sense of humor. So, I've got a joke for you. Why did the vampire go to the doctor? Because he was coffin!"

The words tumbled from her lips, and as she shared the jest, she struggled to contain her mirth, the giggle building up inside her until it burst forth, and she clung to him in fits of laughter, as infectious as her spirit.

Astarion jumped slightly as he heard his name announced so loudly. That was... rarely a good sign. But as he turned around and saw Ceres, he relaxed slightly. He wasn't quite used to her excitable nature yet. He couldn't quite understand how someone could approach the world which was often so unkind with so much vigour. But... if he could say so himself, she was kind of a laugh.

Though his eyes did widen as she placed her hands on his shoulders...

He tried to hold in his laughter at her joke. He knew something stupid had to be coming with that shit-eating grin on her face. But...