ahem.... i'm little bit shy abt this otp
I think I don’t have enough resources to do a detailed portrait right now, but I don’t give up on this idea
AND haha just little sketch (I'm not at all sure about the correctness of the translation, but I tried)
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This pic uncropped: cohost/twitter
Struggling to finish- Halsin/Astarion nsfw sequence part 1 of 4💦.
I'll be releasing a part next tues, fri, tues.
❗️It's up on patreon now, if you can't wait!
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don't think about astarion and halsin trauma-bonding after Tav falls asleep in the arms of two drow siblings, that have been whispering about how to flee, before chatting up the group to make numbers for the night.
don't think about halsin staring at the ceiling, bear form gone, now bare and naked and sighing and aching and looking at the drow and not remembering why it's so bad that his hand is tangled in halsin's hair, holding, not pulling, but something about it is so deeply unsettling and if he could just remember -
astarion's look is fixed on Tav.
they promised. he can have all the time in the world. all the time in the world meant nothing to someone who actually had it - Tav was supposed to be different. and of course astarion said yes and bend over like the good whore he was, and made all the right sounds, touched all the right spots, serviced and was served, yet still - had he any substance that wasn't the blood from another in his system, he would vomit it out. disgusted.
"why?" he whispers to himself, and halsin hesitates for a moment, not sure if astarion meant to ask it aloud.
"what do you mean?" halsin whispers back, taking the hand of the drow from his hair, freeing himself.
yet again.
astarion stopped, his thoughts running, but the words wouldn't come.
the touches, the hunger in Tav's eyes, the pleading for carnal love on their lips, the way the drow pulled his clothes away with just a glance, fingertips trailing over scars etched into his back by his former master, gripping him tight - why not
just sitting by the fireplace, holding each other, why not patience, why always another fallen soldier on the battlefield his body had become over the last two hundred years, why another lover in the sheets but never in his heart, why did it have to be tav?
the one person astarion trusted.
"nothing."
"nothing too."
halsin whispered back, a tear running over his cheek as he watched the ceiling, and the darkness sunk into him, sapping his joy as he remembered. the scar of the chain that bound him was still on his wrist, deep enough to not heal again. he didn't remember how many times his captors enjoyed his body, his essence, taunted and teased until the bear came out, unleashed the worst in him for their entertainment, and a sinking feeling in his chest made rest impossible.
he shifted, wanting to wander into the forest, but the bustling streets of nighttime city life only slowed him down. there was no place to flee from this anyway.
astarion could feel halsin's hand slip into his, not saying a word, a mutual understanding between the two.
it was nothing, really.
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Someone write a Halstarion AU where Astarion is an environmental lawyer and Halsin is an activist and arborist. They initially dislike each other because Astarion views Halsin as "some granola hippie treehugger," and Halsin views Astarion as a "corporate cog." They fall in love slowly after meeting at a protest where Halsin chains himself to a tree, and Astarion speaks to the media about the facts of the case.
PLEASE.
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