#astarion/gale

[lsandom]

I shine only with the light you give me

[ourenjiro]

i did not expect to finish (?) this at all, so im left scratching my head because i've already used the hozier lyrics on a fucking sketch. which is my bad, really

i will be the devil in your land of make believe

there. that should do it

[snazzydwarf]

My contribution to the Bloodweave server Artfic swap!!! I was in Group 2 so I drew this piece based off of this amazing fic by CuttingSilk!! Read it here and send some love!!

[shanediomorrissey]

A sneaky right winger and a sniper left winger exchange some words.

[aancunin]

Infodumps abt 🦋

[gale-dekarios]

I think the companions should be able to have spontaneous romances between each other.

[alilyhn]

Bloodweave au I've been thinking about a little

[mosss-for-brains]

i figure astarion 'needs someone to love him as he is and respect his autonomy and his personhood even as a vampire' ancunin and gale 'will love you in any way he is allowed to regardless of what form you take' dekarios make a damn good pairing

[astarfruity]

"You showed me just how much I have to live for. With you I forget my goddess, I love you."

🩸🔮

Anyways Bloodweave is real and we are them. To be able to cosplay this together was just such a dream, we were both sipping that loving my wife juice fr!!

✨️ Picture by @moopshots

[cursed-critters]

I adore Gale’s epilogue kiss

[runnwaig]

i love how delusional we all are

[ex-textura]

something something all their scars laid bare something symbolism something

i'm enjoying photo mode too much someone take it away from me

[snazzydwarf]

Not me keep forgetting to post my bloodweave stuff on here hgdsiefhias Anyhow my pookies, I love them a lot (especially you Gale MUAH!)

[multi-purpose-tool-guy]

Astarion stares at his phone. The first photo is almost quite sweet. He remembers the moment; catching Gale looking at him as he'd been watching the fireworks. Zel must have been watching too, the little shit. It's a perfectly nice and honestly quite benign photo; the two of them framed against a sky full of fireworks, just looking at each other. Neither of them are smiling, but there's a softness to it. They could just have paused mid-conversation, if Astarion didn't remember the context of the moment quite so clearly.  The other one, however, is much worse. She'd managed to catch the exact moment Gale had started unbuttoning his shirt. And, for all his sins, Astarion's reaction to it. 

I have been absolutely feral for this incredible bloodweave fic The Season by Linnetagain (pls let me know if you have a tumblr I'd love to tag you!!) and I just had to put to page (so to speak) this gorgeous image mentioned in chapter 4, I couldn't rest until it was in living color.

I've been having probably the roughest 4 months of my entire life, and yesterday was my birthday and this fic truly helped me through it. I admire your writing SO much, Linnetagain, thank you so so much from the bottom of my heart for sharing it with us ♥️

[aancunin]

Dangerous game

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Astarion is a full-grown elf gods damnit. He should not be running around with a comfort blanket like some snot nosed child. Or so he thinks.

 

Astarion’s gaze flitted between the fire and the blue blanket clutched in his fingers, if it could still be called that. Rag was a more apt description these days, the scant sections of fabric which were barely clinging together around the multiple holes were so worn in parts they were near transparent, the damp stench of the manor still clinging stubbornly despite having been exposed to woodsmoke and fresh air daily for months, as if it had seeped into its very being. Astarion mused that in that respect they weren’t so different – no longer suited for their intended purpose with the memories of Cazador and that place clinging, no matter how much time and distance was placed between them. And then he snorted at the absurdity of comparing himself to a moth-eaten scrap.

“Just toss it in and be done with it.” He chided himself, he’d bought countless victims to his (former) master and disposed of bodies without blinking. This should not be this hard damnit!

“Astarion, everything alright?”

Oh for goodness sake. “Perfectly fine, love.” He said, turning his head to smile at Gale as the wizard made his way into the Tower’s library, making sure to keep his hands out of sight. Gale tilted his head at him appraisingly.

“You don’t seem so sure. I don’t mean to pry, it’s just that I’ve noticed you always look to the right when you’re nervous or embarrassed. You don’t have to divulge anything you don’t wish to but if it’s something I may be able to help with, I’d like to.”

Sometimes Astarion forgot how genuinely earnest his lover could be, and if he were being honest with himself, this was nowhere near the worst thing they’d caught one another doing (Astarion attempting to bite Gale that first week on the road would always be at the top of his list, no matter how much Gale insisted otherwise). Sighing, he turned to face Gale fully, hands holding out the blanket, “It’s nothing to worry your pretty head over. I was only attempting to dispose of this only I…seem to be having some difficulty.”

Gale moved forwards, standing next to him by the fireplace and saying nothing as he waited for Astarion to decide whether he wanted to elaborate or not.

“It’s from…before. The only thing I managed to grab before the tadpoles, my last link to my time as Cazador’s cur.” He gave a humourless huff of a laugh, “It’s so easy, just drop it into the flames and it’s done and yet, I can’t seem to do it.”

“Because it’s yours?” Gale guessed, thinking back on what Astarion had told him about Cazador’s feelings on his spawn having any personal possessions. Even clothes had been shared (there was a reason Astarion and his siblings had become so adept at sewing, some nights his well-being for the foreseeable future would quite literally depend on repairing or altering an ill-fitting garment in a matter of minutes), “It was the only thing in that place that was solely yours?”

Astarion seemed to consider this a moment before nodding, “Truly pathetic, isn’t it.”

“Oh darling, it really isn’t.” Gale said, slowly wrapping his arms around the vampire’s waist, “It’s like those displaced Tiefling children, do you remember? They were clinging to those old rag toys like lifelines because they were familiar, comforting. They were a piece of home.”

Astarion gave a more forceful snort bordering on a snarl, “Why on earth would I get sentimental about the place that was my prison for two centuries, and exactly Gale, children. I’m an adult and a killer and have been for centuries, I shouldn’t be reliant on something as asinine as a comfort item!” He was either ignoring or unaware of the fact that he was running the blanket through his fingers as he said this.

“If it works, then what’s the harm? Comfort can come from surprising places.”

Astarion said nothing, choosing to go back to staring into the flames.

“Wait here a moment, don’t move.”

It was a couple of minutes later, Gale returned to the library, revealing something from behind his back with a flourish, “This little madam was in my pack for our entire journey.”

Astarion could only stare at the small, moth-eaten toy cat no bigger than Gale’s palm. It was hard to tell what colour it had been to start off with and one of the glass eyes had been crudely replaced with a button at some point, “Gale?”

“My parent’s first attempt at pacification when they refused my entreaties for a kitten. Even after Tara came into my life, I couldn’t bear to part with it and as I got older, it started accompanying me whenever she couldn’t.”

“You mean to tell me the entire time we spent fighting gods, monsters and everything in-between, you had a childhood toy in your pocket.”

“In my pack.” Gale corrected, “Although, she started off in my pocket so you’re not technically wrong but anyway. While I admit I wasn’t about to broadcast her existence, it didn’t have any negative effect on my contributions during our travels, and I’m hoping it doesn’t make you think any less of me now.”

Astarion smirked at the little cat, “It’s sort of like you. Charming in a soft, bedraggled sort of way.” The observation held none of the bite it would have fresh off the Nautaloid.

“And this is stubborn and resilient as hell, much like its owner.” Gale said gently grasping the corner of the blanket from where it dangled in Astarion’s hand, “If you feel you want to get rid of it then by all means. I’ll even do it for you if you wish. But, there’s absolutely no shame in wanting to hold onto it for a little longer.”

Astarion hummed in thought, running a finger delicately over one of the cat’s cloth ears, “Maybe just a little longer.”

From that night onwards, when the bed wasn’t occupied by a wizard and his vampire, a well-loved cloth cat was sat on top of the duvet, wrapped in the remnants of a worn, blue blanket.