BG3 Astarion fics

I See

Prompt/setting:  A pillow talk session between our Seldarine Drow and Vampire Elf.

The fires burnt low as the camp slept the night away.

It had been a long but successful day of traveling. They were making their way through the lands with a mission and with a quick swiftness. They all faced the tadpoles fickle attempts at corrupting them, of course but they still fight on. There has also been new discoveries of the world around them as well. Not to mention, the new discoveries in themselves too!

Astarion was quite gratified, to say the least. Actually, he was the most delighted.

So many discoveries, so many powers. So much... Freedom! He had forgotten what it was like to live as himself. To act on his own, to be an actual person.

Is this what it's like to be a god?

He never thought it was possible, being a slave to that...That fiend for so long, it was... He had already died within himself. Now, there was so much things he wanted to explore. So many things he wanted to experience. It brought tears to his eyes. If this was all it took... Well, he would have walked right onto that ship a century ago! However, There was still one thing that he really wished to experience. It was a thought that came to him just a few days ago. Such a thing kept him from his trance in the night and often distracted him when he looted the bodies of their enemies. In fact, on this night he found himself staring in the direction where the trunk lay a couple yards from Halsin's rest. He had stolen an item from one of their scavenging task a couple days back. He had hidden it from the others, well... Almost. Sometimes, when he returned from his hunting, he would sit in front of the trunk, his fingertips would barely caress his mysterious treasure before finally admitting defeat and closing the trunk. Nonetheless, every time he turned around from his failed efforts, She was staring at him.

On her cot. In her trance position. With those teal eyes surrounded by black sclerae.

Her expression held nothing, but her eyes held heavy weight with no shame. It was... Unnerving.

Actually... She was staring now. "Have your elders never told you that it is rude to stare, Darling?"

Thalassa's form stuttered and tensed before relaxing. "I or someone else killed them before they could."

Astarion's throat was consumed by a grumble of a chuckle. He truly loved her dry and dark humor. "My what an honor it is to me, then!"

He dusted his frilled cuffs, jestingly. "Now, is there something upon me that takes your eyes?"

Her lips quirked. "Do not make me choose, Lord Spawn. I would be doomed to indecisiveness. Besides, if you can gaze upon my throat, my eyes should be allowed such privileges in fair."

Lord Spawn?

Her eyes pierced him further. "Care to tell me what I am withholding Scratch from chewing on?"

The mirth in Astarion's face faded. "I was wondering when you were going to ask."

More like hoping you wouldn't.

Thalassa gave a short almost silent sigh. "I admit, I withheld myself because I have no wish to pry."

It was quiet for a moment.

"Perhaps-"

"I-"

The two lovers started and stopped talking.