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The Melancholy Bard

Chapter 9: One Night Stand

Summary: After finally making it to the Shadow Cursed Lands, the group is taking a rest at Last Light Inn. Astarion is feeling a tad jealous of the attention Andromeda is receiving from a certain wizard and the two have a heated conversation about it.

Pairing: Astarion x Andromeda (my Wood Elf Bard Tav)

Word Count: ~5.2K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Smut. PiV sex, fingering, oral sex, blood drinking.

Chapter Song: One Night Stand by blink-182 - Listen Here

Tag List: @arzen9 (If you'd like to be added, please let me know!)

A/N: I wrote this chapter very fast. It will not happen again! This chapter and the next couple will be heavy re-writes of a short chapter fic I wrote, A Nice, Simple Plan Gone Wrong, but this time from Astarion's perspective instead of Andromeda's! I am nervous about this chapter. I hope I did it justice because I still don't feel the most confident when it comes to smut. But Astarion is having thoughts and feelings! All credit to blink-182 for the song quoted/referenced in this one; the lyrics are in pink. I finally snuck a song from my boys into this fic and I am so excited about it cause I love them and this song!🙂 I did my best to edit, but I'm sure I missed something so I do apologize if there are any typos/errors. I really, really hope you enjoy and thank you so much for reading! Also if you prefer to read on AO3, you can find it over there, as well. ❤️

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Ooo, yeah,

Do you ever recall we fell

In love so well?

Ooo, yeah,

You’re the reason I always ran

From a one night stand

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Darkness. It was all that had surrounded them for the past day. Astarion had learned to be comfortable lurking in the shadows, but this curse they had found themselves wading through was something else entirely. The air was thick with dark magic and if a person even wandered from the light for a moment, they could feel themselves start to change into something else entirely.

So, when the group found their way to Last Light Inn, it was a welcome reprieve. The curse couldn’t touch them there. It was… not safe necessarily, but the safest they had been since arriving.

At least once they convinced Jaheira and her Harpers that they weren’t Absolute cultist nutters.

Jaheira was a well-known hero in Baldur’s Gate, so the fact that she had found her way into this tadpole mess in some way wasn’t entirely surprising. Astarion thought it would be more difficult to convince her they weren’t on the side of the Absolute, and perhaps it would have been if anyone else had been doing the talking. However, Andromeda talked her way into earning Jaheira’s trust with ease.

It annoyed Astarion that she had been so honest with the Harper, but he supposed that was also why Jaheira was so quick to trust her. She had nothing to hide.

Astarion was hoping for a moment of peace once the group had arrived at Last Light, but that was, of course, asking for too much. Not long after their arrival, they were forced into a fight against some Flaming Fist who had pledged himself to the Absolute and was trying to kidnap the Harper’s secret weapon: a cleric named Isobel. It hadn’t been a particularly challenging fight, but Astarion was annoyed by it nonetheless, mostly because it could have been avoided if Andromeda hadn’t, once again, stuck her neck out for some poor soul.

He was, however, a tad surprised by himself. Normally such an act of charity would have caused a row between the two. They would have argued and he would have thrown some insults her way. But not anymore. As their little Illithid adventure progressed, Astarion found himself getting angry at her less and less and mostly just rolling his eyes and sighing instead.

He didn’t really know why. At least he kept telling himself he didn’t know why.

Evening, or what they all assumed was evening had settled upon them, so the group had set up their camp within the protective barrier from the shadow curse. That particular evening was a rather special one because not only were they under the careful guard of a surplus of Harpers and Flaming Fists so they didn’t have to keep watch, but they were celebrating the fact that they had caught up with Dammon and he had given Karlach back her ability to touch.

Astarion was sitting outside his tent, nose in a book. The others were sitting around the fire, talking and laughing, but he didn’t feel much like joining in on the festivities. Somewhat because he still felt a bit of unease from some of the other party members, but also because he was hoping it wouldn’t be overly long until Andromeda sauntered her way over to flirt with him.

Glancing up from his book, he scanned the camp, eyes immediately locating the beautiful bard. He couldn’t help but feel a smile pulling at the corner of his lips because she was locked in the iron grip of Karlach, legs swaying all over the place as the tiefling swung her in multiple circles. Karlach had been hugging anyone who would let her since the blacksmith had fixed the contraption in her chest and, unsurprisingly, Andromeda was on the receiving end of most of that affection.

Andromeda’s musical laugh echoed across the camp as Karlach swung her in a few more circles before finally setting her on her feet. The joy was infectious, butterflies fluttering in Astarion’s stomach. “Astarion, join us!” Wyll said, pulling the pale elf from his thoughts.

Clearing his throat, Astarion immediately stopped smiling before looking at the warlock. “No, thank you. I’m quite fine over here.”

Wyll took a few steps closer. “Are you sure? It’s a great night for some laughs. Perhaps for a dance with a certain sweetheart.”

Astarion was glad he hadn’t fed since the night before because it was unlikely he would flush at Wyll’s ridiculous sentiment. “I don’t have a sweetheart. I’d think you would understand that two adults can engage in sex without feelings being involved, but, well, I suppose you’re still just a child.”

“I don’t know what she sees in you.” Wyll shook his head. “But perhaps she sees it because she’s better than the rest of us.” He shrugged. “You should join us. Quit brooding for one night.”

Astarion was about to sling another biting remark in Wyll’s direction, but the warlock was already walking back over to the fire. With a roll of his eyes, Astarion looked back to his book. He tried to focus on the words on the pages in front of him, but his attention kept drifting back to Andromeda.

When he glanced up this time, his lip immediately curled because she was no longer being swung around by Karlach, and instead was twirling around the fire with that oaf Gale while Wyll plucked out a dreadful tune on her lyre. The two were laughing their heads off as they spun in clumsy circles, jealousy seeping into Astarion’s stomach with each turn.

Trying to shake off the feeling, Astarion lifted his book higher so it was blocking his view of the campfire, but every time he heard Andromeda’s laugh fill the air, his body tensed and he found himself peeking to see if she was laughing with Gale.

Astarion gave a forceful turn of the page, cursing when he ripped the page just a little. As he peeked over his book, he could see Andromeda was sitting rather cozy with the idiot wizard, her lyre in hand. Her fingers were delicate and graceful as they strummed out a tune. The song was unfamiliar but he craned his ears to hear her sing.

She didn’t sing any words, only hums, but her voice was mesmerizing. The whole camp silenced as her fingers danced across the strings of her instrument. Astarion bit his lip, unable to take his eyes off the bard. The desire to get up and walk over to the fire flooded through him, but he pushed it away. He wanted her to come to him. Wanted her attention all for himself.

After a few more moments of playing, she stopped and, even though he was across the camp, he could see a flush rising to her cheeks. “Sorry,” she said. “Got caught up in the moment.”

“Don’t apologize! That was lovely! Does it have a name?” Gale said.

“No, not really. Just something that’s been running through my head, I suppose.” Her eyes flickered over to Astarion as she spoke, so he quickly looked away in the hope she hadn’t noticed him gawking.

Gale continued to flood her with questions and accolades, making even more anger bubble up inside of Astarion with every word. He tried to tune them out, but he couldn’t focus on anything else. How quickly her attention was captivated by another person and how quickly she had cast Astarion to the wayside…

Feeling utterly ridiculous, Astarion eventually tossed his book into his tent and sulked off to the edge of camp by the water. He had no reason to be jealous. Andromeda was in his bed practically every night. She may have shown affection for the bumbling wizard, but it had never been anything more than friendship. He knew that.

So, why did it bother him so much that she was spending time with him?

The vampire picked up a smooth stone, turning it a few times in his hand before skipping it over the dark, murky surface of the water. The wizard was better for Andromeda, he knew that was true. He had his flaws, but Gale was an unfortunately good and kind man. Much more suited to Andromeda than Astarion could ever be…

Astarion huffed, giving the stone he was holding a forceful throw before watching it skip repeatedly across the surface of the water. He skipped a few more before the soft sound of footsteps filtered into his ears. His body tensed, his spine straightening out as Andromeda stopped next to him. “Hi,” she said.

He refused to look at her, his mouth set into a hard frown. “Hello, darling.”

“Are you alright?” Concern was thick in her voice, but he still wouldn’t turn toward her.

“I’m fine.”

He felt her body shift toward his just a little and he had to fight back the instinct to lean away. “Are you sure?” she asked. “I didn’t see you joining in the celebrations much.”

Astarion’s laugh was pure ice. “Oh, I highly doubt I was missed.”

He kept his eyes locked on the water, but he felt her body turn toward him. “Everyone is heading off to bed.” She placed a gentle hand on his arm. “Would you like to come to my tent?”

Pulling his arm from her as if she had scalded him, Astarion scoffed. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, darling,” he snapped.

“Oh. Alright.” The disappointment was clear in her voice, but he didn’t care. His jealousy burned hotter than an inferno as he picked up another stone for skipping.

“I’m surprised you’re asking, considering you spent this evening quite cozy with that bumbling wizard.” He threw the rock with so much force that it didn’t skip at all, instead creating a large splash.

“Is that what this is about?” She tried touching his arm again, but he yanked it away once more. “Astarion, that was nothing.”

“I don’t care,” he snapped, his lie fooling no one. “If you want to sleep with him, you should. In fact, I encourage it. Have a nice, little romp with Gale.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her arms cross over her chest. “I’m not going to sleep with Gale. We were just talking. Gale and I are friends.”

“Of course, of course.” The malice in his voice was thicker than mud.

“Why are you jealous?”

Astarion’s nostrils flared as he finally turned to look at the bard. He was surprised to see that she looked more hurt than angry, but he didn’t care. His emotions had gotten the best of him and he was no longer thinking clearly at all. “I am not jealous, darling,” he spat. “Why would I ever be jealous of Gale? I’ve already had you plenty of times. If he wants you, he can have you.”

Even in the darkness, Astarion could see tears pooling in her eyes, but she blinked them back. “Is that really how you think of me?” Her voice was as soft as a whisper, cracking slightly.

He rolled his eyes and huffed. “Isn’t that how you think of me? We agreed we were just looking for some fun. And that’s all it was. It’s not as if we said we wouldn’t be sleeping with other people. In fact, Shadowheart has been rather flirtatious with me as of late. I think perhaps I’ll see if she wants to share my bed tonight.”

He hoped she wouldn’t call his bluff. Unless he counted all her threats to him, Shadowheart hadn’t flirted with him since it had become quite evident that Andromeda and he had begun sleeping together.

Andromeda’s hands clenched into fists, but he wasn’t concerned she would strike him. “What?” she said, failing to keep her voice from shaking.

“You heard me.” His voice was sharper than any knife. “I think she’d be very enthusiastic about it.”

She rapidly brushed away the few tears that had spilled over. “Maybe you should.”

“I think I will.” His lips were curled up in a sneer, but his jealousy was fading fast as the heartbreak became more and more evident on her face. Her body trembled although the air wasn’t cold and tears were flowing faster down her beautiful face.

“Fine.” Her voice was thick with hurt, shaking with evidence that she was trying to hold back a sob. “Fuck whoever you want, Astarion. I don’t care.”

She whipped around in the direction of her tent and began storming off. Thousands of emotions whirled through Astarion’s mind. He couldn’t let her walk away from him. He couldn’t keep lying to himself.

“Andromeda, wait!”

In just a few hurried steps, Astarion’s fingers locked around her wrist. He gave a firm tug, forcing the bard to turn to look at him. She wouldn’t meet his gaze and he felt a momentary ache in his chest at the glistening of tears covering her cheeks. Without letting himself overthink for a moment longer, he crushed his lips to hers in a heated kiss.

In a fluid movement, she hopped up into his arms, securing her legs around his waist as she fisted her hands in his white curls. A deep moan escaped his throat as he dropped to his knees before pressing her back into the ground. His trousers were starting to feel too tight when she rolled her hips, grinding herself against him.

Astarion’s tongue wrestled with hers, his hand frantically groping at her chest over her tunic. “Andromeda,” he moaned against her lips.

After just a moment, she pulled her lips from his, but it didn’t make him falter. Kissing a trail down her cheek and along her neck, he moved his hand so he could slip it down the front of her trousers. However, the moment he did it, her hand gripped his chest in a silent ask for him to stop.

“What’s the matter?” he said softly, pulling back just enough to look at her. If Astarion’s heart had any beats left in it, it would have been fluttering out of his chest at the look of adoration on her face.

The rise and fall of her chest was rapid as she licked her lips. “Anyone could step out of their tents and see us.”

Without a word, Astarion jumped to his feet before scooping the bard up into his arms. A startled laugh tumbled from her lips as she locked her legs around his waist once more. Their mouths crashed together in a kiss that was more teeth than lips because neither could stop smiling, but neither cared either. In just a few steps, Astarion stumbled, almost causing them both to tumble to the ground.

“Oh shit,” he laughed.

His heart sang at the sound of her gentle laughter too. “Perhaps you should stop kissing me long enough to see where you’re going?”

Astarion pulled on her lower lip with his teeth, ever so careful not to break skin. “Absolutely not,” he growled before pushing his tongue in her mouth once more. Astarion normally walked with a cat-like grace, but nothing about the walk to her tent was like that on this evening. It was full of many stumbles and giggles from the couple.

Once inside the secluded tent, Astarion laid them both down, refusing to take his lips from hers for even a moment. “Oh gods, I want you,” he moaned, running the flat of his tongue up the hollow of her throat.

Pushing his cool hand up her tunic, Andromeda whimpered in response when his fingers began teasing her sensitive nipples. “I want you too.”

His trousers were already feeling unbearably tight as he nipped at the soft skin of her neck, ever so careful not to break the skin. He barely pulled back enough so she was able to pull her tunic up over her head, his lips immediately reconnecting with her neck as she tossed the shirt over her shoulder. With a practiced ease, Astarion kept one hand tracing delicate circles around Andromeda’s nipple while he used the other to unlace her trousers and help her shimmy them down her hips.

His cock was straining desperately to be free from its confine, but Astarion refused to give himself that relief just yet. She was his focus, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips as moan after moan slipped from her throat when he began rubbing her precious mound in firm, but gentle circles. Her face contorted with pleasure, her back arching in a silent ask for him to take things further.

“Astarion,” she gasped, clutching at his shirt and squeezing her eyes shut the moment he slipped a cool finger inside. The feeling of her warm, wet center was enough to make Astarion shift to try and give himself a bit of friction. He was desperate to feel that warmth around his cock, but he needed to be patient.

He easily added a second finger, feeling as though he was going to go absolutely mad over the way she was practically chewing off her lip to stifle her moans. “Don’t quiet yourself, my sweet.”

His voice was a low growl as he began palming at his cock over his trousers to try and offer himself a bit more relief while he pleasured her. Curling his fingers inside her, Astarion growled again, feeling as though her moans were still too quiet. He could do better. Wanted to do better. But more than that…

She was his and he wanted every single person to know it.

“Astarion!” she whimpered, the frustration thick in her voice when he abruptly stopped his ministrations.

He couldn’t stop himself from smiling outright before swiftly moving to delve his head between her legs. The taste of her was pure ecstasy on his tongue as he closed his lips around her clit. His fingers easily glided back inside of her while his tongue twirled in repeated circles around her nub. With just a few more curls of his fingers, a high-pitched moan escaped her lips as she fisted her hand in his curls and began thrashing and whimpering through her bliss.

Astarion felt feral as he lifted his head, desperate to be inside her. However, he paused for a moment to rest his head against her thigh and take in the beauty that was laid out before him. A soft, satisfied smile had overtaken her face and the way her skin was flushed a delicious pink was enough to make Astarion feel as though he could eat her right up.

She was his and as he gazed up at her from between her thighs, he almost had trouble wrapping his head around the fact that someone so gentle, so pure could ever want someone like him…

Pushing himself up onto his knees, he ripped his shirt over his head before crawling to her so he could crush his lips against hers. He registered the feeling of her working the laces on his trousers and he knew he should help, but he couldn’t focus on anything other than kissing her over and over again. He never wanted to stop.

The feeling of her tongue across his lower lip made him groan before allowing her access. She was gentle as she explored his mouth, grazing the tip of one of his fangs. The faint taste of blood became present, causing him to whimper just a little before deepening the kiss.

He tried to kick his trousers down his legs without breaking the kiss, but he was met with nothing but resistance, causing Andromeda to start giggling. Their kisses once again became more teeth than lips as the two laughed over him getting stuck in his trousers, but that didn’t make either pull away. However, after another moment of resistance, Astarion finally pried his lips from hers. “Gods below,” he mumbled, untangling himself from his trousers, “I’ve done this thousands of times. This is ridiculous.”

His movements were clumsy and awkward followed by more giggles from the two. If it were anyone else, he might have been embarrassed, but with her it made his undead heart practically flutter out of his chest.

Once his trousers were off, Andromeda immediately began to roll onto her side. “No, wait.” His voice trembled a little as he spoke. Licking his lips, he grazed his hand along the beautiful bard’s hip. “Will you lay on your back?”

Andromeda’s eyes widened, confusion and desire flowing through them. “Really?”

Astarion nodded. “I want to look at you.”

Pure adoration swept across her beautiful face. She had never looked more radiant. Andromeda settled herself onto her back and Astarion moved carefully to settle himself on top of her. His cock ached, leaking precum on her stomach before teasing himself at her entrance. He does it just long enough to make her whine and buck her hips, a wordless plea for him to take her to the astral plane and back. He smirked at her neediness before slipping himself inside, immediately overwhelmed by the feeling of her warmth around him.

His initial instinct was to close his eyes, but he pushed it aside, wanting to remember everything about how breath-taking she looked at that very moment. Locking his gaze on hers, he started a slow but deliberate pace with his hips, pushing himself deeper inside of her with every thrust. “May I?” He ran his tongue languidly up her neck, overcome by the desire to taste her again.

“Yes,” she breathed.

There was no hesitation before he pierced her tender flesh with his fangs. The way her sweet yet tangy blood coated his tongue sent him into a frenzy, but he did his best to remain focused on her pleasure. He ran a gentle hand along her thigh, rolling his hips in a steady rhythm. The pleasure was building up inside him, needy grunts and moans tumbling from his lips as he continued to drink deeply from her neck. Perhaps it was her divine vintage clouding his head, but he pulled away so he could look at her once more and said the unthinkable.

“I want to cum inside you,” he grunted. There was a desperation to his voice but he didn’t care. “Please? Please let me cum inside you, my darling? I’m getting close. Please?”

She barely moaned her “yes” before he was slamming his hips into hers. His pace was rapid and getting sloppy, but he needed to feel her tumble over the edge with him. He could feel her clenching around him as he hit the perfect spot inside of her over and over. Every moan from her lips sounded like a lyric on her tongue as he buried himself deep inside her, making her eyes flutter closed.

“Andromeda, open your eyes.” He let out a deep moan. “Please? I want you to look at me.”

Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his immediately. “Oh gods, Andromeda,” he whimpered loudly, desperate to fuck her into absolute bliss. Removing his hand from her thigh, Astarion reached up and laced his fingers with her hand that was resting on the pillow by her head. His eyes stayed focused on hers, taking in every detail of her breath-taking face as he thrust himself as deep inside of her as he could go.

With another loud cry of her name, his jaw went slack and his eyes rolled back into his head. Whimper after whimper tumbled from his lips as his cock pulsed inside of her. The feeling of her clenching around him as he filled her with his seed was enough to drive him wild, and the sounds of her panting and moaning through her own ecstasy rushed through his ears and directly to his heart.

“Oh gods,” Astarion said again as he flopped down on top of Andromeda. Her breathing was heavy and her heartbeat rapid as it pounded against her chest. He wanted to lay there forever, however, he slowly lifted his head and smiled. She beamed in response at him before crushing her lips to his, a surprised laugh filling the tent.

“You’re so beautiful, Andromeda.” His voice was low and husky, and the sentiment earned an adorable smile from the bard before she nuzzled her nose against his.

There were dozens more of soft, tender kisses between the two before they finally shifted to clean up the aftermath of their activities. As Andromeda settled herself down to rest, a sense of longing seeped through Astarion’s chest while he gathered up his clothes. He was just about to pull his shirt over his head when she spoke. “Wait.”

Looking over his shoulder, he felt another fluttering in his chest over the expression on her face. “What’s the matter, darling?”

“Nothing. Just… stay. Please?” Her beautiful, green eyes were swirling with desperation. On anyone else, it would have annoyed him, but with her, it filled him with desire.

“You want me to stay?” Astarion felt his brow knit together on instinct. He was pleased she wanted him to stay, but it confused him nonetheless. Why would such a sweet, gentle woman want to be with someone like him?

She nodded. “Please?” she repeated. After a pause, she spoke again. “Only if you want to, of course.”

Of course, he wanted to. He wanted nothing more than to curl up in her arms, his head against her chest with the sound of her perfect heartbeat softly thumping in his ear. But he also wanted to run. She was too good for him. Deserved better. Deserved someone who could give her everything she desired and more. Pushing aside his racing thoughts, Astarion nodded. “Alright. I’ll stay.”

The pleased, little smile on her face was enough to make him want to kiss her a thousand times, but he refrained, instead settling himself down next to her. He was about to close his eyes when the bard snuggled herself up against his chest. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly the moment his body involuntarily tensed. “Is this alright?”

Astarion was practically chewing off his lip as he nodded. “Yes, it’s alright.” He hesitated before recovering his charm and giving her a shit-eating grin. “Just so desperate for a cuddle with me, aren’t you, darling?”

The chime of her musical, little laugh rang in his ears as she closed her eyes and snuggled herself closer to him. Astarion couldn’t stop himself from staring at the darling woman as she laid there with her eyes shut. Her breathing was steady although he didn’t think she was asleep just yet. He could feel his fang poking into his lip as he fought the urge to kiss her. She needed her rest, but he would have kissed her until sunrise if she would have allowed it.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him, a small smile gracing her perfect face. Hooking a finger under her chin, Astarion grazed his lips ever so slightly before deepening the kiss. “Sweet dreams, Astarion,” she said softly.

“Sweet dreams, Andromeda.” He stroked his thumb along her cheek. Without giving it any kind of thought, he pressed his lips to her forehead. The action surprised him, but he liked it, and he liked the precious look on her face when he pulled away.

Settling herself down against his chest once more, she closed her eyes and it wasn’t long until her breathing had evened out. He wasn’t sure if she was trancing or had opted for sleep on this evening, but he felt like he wouldn’t be able to rest a wink. Now that the heat of the moment was wearing down and he was left only with his own thoughts, Astarion’s mind was starting to race once more.

This was not part of his plan. None of this had been part of his plan. He was going to sleep with her once. Twice at the most. Yet, here they were, cuddled up in her tent after passionately making love. This was no longer just sex. Perhaps it had never been.

For nearly two hundred years, Astarion used his body to manipulate others on Cazador’s orders. What he wanted or how he felt didn’t matter. He would simply put on a performance and get through the deed as quickly as possible. And it may have started off that way with Andromeda, but every night they spent together he found himself performing less and less. She cared about his pleasure as much, if not more than her own. Despite the fact that he always stole himself away soon after they had finished, she would always engage him in some pillow talk as he put his clothes back on. Most nights she even delayed sexual activities because she wanted to have a chat before the clothes even came off. She saw him not as an object to be used and cast away, but as a person. She seemed to actually care for him.

Astarion felt like his heart was going to pound out of his chest and that he couldn’t catch his breath, never mind the fact that those functions had stopped centuries ago. He needed to flee. Needed to be alone. Needed to clear his head before he continued to think such horrible, wonderful, terrifying thoughts.

Putting his roguish talents to use, Astarion eased himself out of Andromeda’s embrace. If she was trancing, he hoped she was invested enough in her meditation that she wouldn’t rouse herself to ask why he was leaving. For once in his life, he didn’t think he would be able to lie to her and that thought alone made him sick to his stomach.

Quiet as a mouse, he collected his clothes that were scattered all over the tent. He only bothered to pull on his pants and trousers before slipping himself out into the night air. Once he was out of her tent, he quickly threw on his shoes and his shirt before hurrying back to his tent.

Once in the safety of his own private space, Astarion raked his fingers through his hair. “Pull yourself together,” he muttered. His nice, simple plan had gotten completely out of hand. He needed to pull back and to stop spending so much time with her. The sex had to stop. In one night, he had broken both his rules, not to mention he called her by her name. That wasn’t a rule, but he never did that. Never wanted to risk saying the wrong name or, more accurately, never bothered to actually learn any of his targets’ names.

She had fallen for the plan so there was no reason to keep pursuing it. He was more than certain he could absolutely break her heart at this point and she would still continue to protect him. Because that was simply how she was. She was a kind, beautiful person who helped whoever she could, not just because it was the honorable thing to do, but because she didn’t want anyone to have to suffer the way she did. No one was like her. She was Andromeda, and she was perfect in every way even when she wasn’t.

“Fuck,” Astarion groaned, wiping a hand across his pale face.

As he sat there in the dark, he knew couldn’t deny the truth any longer. Astarion cared for the gentle, sweet, melancholy bard.

Deeply.

And it terrified him.

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