Mystra's Favorites

Mystra's Favorites

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This story takes place in Baldur's Gate 3; it follows the story of my Tav named Gaia and her adventures with the crew. Not only her adventures, but taking a deeper dive into her backstory before the events of the tadpole on the ship. This is just a fun thing for me outside of Bg3 because I can't get enough of it, if others enjoy that's just an added bonus. DISCLAIMER- ALL ORIGIN CHARACTERS BELONG TO LARIAN STUDIOS (The only character that is mine is Gaia)
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Image is concept art I did for chapter 8. Slow burn romance. Sensitive topics mentioned inside. Reader discretion is advised. If this story had a theme song, it would be more than one. Give by Sleep Token, Sweet Tangerine by The Hush Sound, and TIMEZONE by Måneskin. Tav is a sharp-witted bard with a tongue as quick as her blade. Astarion is a dangerous vampire spawn rogue, bound by shadows and scars of the past. When their paths intertwine, sparks fly. Will something beautiful bloom between them, or will it be plucked before it ever has the chance to grow? - "You are more than what he wanted you to be," I murmur quietly. Astarion's gaze cuts to mine, sharp at first and then softening around the edges. "I'm a monster," he whispers with a shake of his head. "I've lured countless people to their deaths. Innocents." "That's not who you are anymore," I insist. I give his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You can take back the narrative. Only you get to say who you are."

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