🔥 astarion

[ablazement]

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[ablazement]

[UWEHHHHHH]

I almost can't. [she says, laughing. she swings their hands.] Astarion, this is... this is more than anything I thought we'd get.

Even if we don't make it at the end - which we will, I'm going to make sure of it - we managed this.

[haematocritical]

[ THEY REALLY SOMEHOW JUST FIXED ALL THEIR ISSUES AND ALL IT TOOK WITH A MURDER DEATH CAMP. ]

Well, it seems like people have some ideas at least. For getting out of this mess. [ which is something. ] It all seemed rather fanciful, the wish thing. But here we are.

[ablazement]

But here we are! [she says, excitedly, swinging their hands.]

I'm so excited for you. For - all of us. [bright, blooming happiness.] You get to see the sun, when we go back. Forever, as long as you want.

[haematocritical]

[ here they are ]

… Yes. I’ll never have to worry about getting burned by the sunlight again, will I? Even when we figure out the tadpoles.

[ablazement]

Yeah. [her emotions are like prompting, almost. like be!! excited!!] And Cazador is gone, too.

[...]

You and Gale can be in his big old wizard tower and eat fancy cheeses all day.

[haematocritical]

I think most of us have our issues sorted now — although the spanner in the works, my dear, where exactly are we all going back to?

[ their different worlds…. ]

Cheeses? [ WHY THE CHEESES ]

[ablazement]

I don't know, it was the most decadent thing I could think of!

[amused, at the cheese, but also:]

... I don't know, though. Where we're going. We'll have to all talk about it - I don't really want to have to go back alone, you know?

[haematocritical]

The most decadent thing you could think of was cheese. [ hmm ] Maybe pairing with some fancy wine, I’m sure he has some squirrelled away there.

[ ……… ]

Well, not Gale’s world. I’m fairly sure Gale wouldn’t have an issue with himself showing up— or whether it would just cause things to merge together in some way? [ hm. ] And you have a fancy cyborg to think about as well, my dear.

[ablazement]

[don't judge her she lived in hell for ten years]

I've got no idea, but I can ask Fam if he knows. [a beat, and then:] We've got plans, for sure, me and Boots.

[haematocritical]

There’s probably some solution to be had, but will we need to put our heads together to figure it out.

[ hm!! ] Oh?

[ablazement]

[embarrassed fond emotions]

... We've talked. We're going to go adventuring after all this if we can. [...] And when we get tired of that, settle down somewhere.

[the way they really just uhauled and they're not even lesbians]

[haematocritical]

[ this is huge lesbian energy. they’ve known each other six weeks and they’re married with kids 🥹 ]

Does that involve him coming to Faerun?

[ hmm. ]

I suppose there’s nothing keeping me there, if the option to travel comes up. Once the brain is dealt with because at this point it’s personal. [ well. maybe nothing is keeping HIM there but gale on the other hand… ]

[ablazement]

It does, yeah. Might involve me going to all the places he's been, too, if we can manage.

[listen this is ic though because bg3 realistically takes place over a month or two and you can literally uhaul to hell with her so YOU KNOW]

You inviting yourself along to go with us? [she says, grinning.] You've always got a home base in the Gate, yeah? Or with Gale. You're not going to get rid of me, either way.

[haematocritical]

Why not? You’re safe from the engine now. You could go anywhere, be anything.

[ help it’s true they really all lesbian u-hauled it up ]

Perhaps not the Gate, given my life there and … well. No one ever caught me on the prowl in the first place, but whether I would want to go back with fresh eyes I don’t know. And, well— [ presumptive, to assume he could just live with gale. dumbass. ]

Darling, I would be deeply insulted if you didn’t write or avoided me.

[ablazement]

[she flicks him with her tail.]

You can go anywhere, be anything, too. [warmly.] Pass on the Gate, then. Go to Waterdeep, you know Gale wants you with him.

We can go places, too, I'm not going to shut you out, but me and Boots are loud! So honestly I'm just protecting your virtue.

[haematocritical]

[ hmmmmmmmm ]

Perhaps.

[ kill gale so they can have that talk, living. ] I suppose we need to get out of this mess first and then we can figure out the future.

I do so enjoy hearing about how you and your beau are trying to break noise records in the area, my dear.

[ablazement]

Guess we should focus on the now, yeah.

[and she winks at him.]

It's a pretty fun problem to have!

[haematocritical]

Survive, then profit. [ the most he can come up with is let’s not die and then go and do fun things. ]

Yes, yes, you’re walking with a limp. Very proud of you. [ he is though, shut up astarion. ]