Bg3astarion Stories

After living his whole life without true love, Astarion has finally found it. (Boring description, I know. Don't worry, there's more information in the intro!)

He said "I love you" at the celebration. It was a game. A performance. He's used those words before-on victims, on strangers, with a smile on his lips and blood on his hands. But now that the party is over, and the silence sets in, Astarion is left alone with the one thing he can't charm his way out of: himself. A story about masks, echoes, and the fear of what's left underneath.

"HER?!?! She was away from the blast radius! I WAS RIGHT THERE!" Astarion whined, coughing and brushing away weave. "You're lucky I had bone man bring you back. That was artifact money." "Artifact money? I was dead!" Astarion argued. "Correction, technically, you're already dead, like all of us will be if we don't feed the damn wizard infused artifacts!" I argued. "Why are you talking about me like I'm a pet needing fed? I'm standing two feet away from you." Gale deadpanned. *disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! The only things I own are my characters and personal artwork I add to the story headers. Everything else is all owned by Larian.*