One day, they would have it. Lia and Cal could have stability and the resources to pursue if Rolan could provide for them. Most importantly, Rolan needed to protect them. And not let some flitting hero come in to save the day. Instead of Rolan, Tav was the one to save his siblings from Moonrise Towers. Tav even saved Rolan when he went out on his own. How he hated that sweet, clueless look on her face when he lashed out at her. That damn, lovable, dashing rogue did what Rolan couldn’t do and she did it without breaking a sweat.
And if Rolan needed to go through Lorroakan’s education to ensure his competency, then he would.
Summary: You tell Astarion what you see when you look at him Warnings: toothrotting fluff, timeline is nawwwt accurate from what I know I just mashed stuff together A/N: I haven’t played bg3 or even seen a playthrough but I’m absolutely obsessed with him fhdsashddjjks this was supposed to be based on a scenario I thought about but by the time I started writing I’d already forgotten like, all the dialogue so yeah…
Astarion hasn’t seen himself for 200 years. The day he turned, he lost all sense of self, and even now, it was difficult to regain some of it, when he didn’t even know what he looked like. It frustrated him, to a degree he would never openly admit. He was looking into an empty mirror again, a routine that he had gotten tired of long ago. When he heard you coming his way, he turned around and put on his carefully crafted mask of charm and flirtation. With open arms and flair he greeted you, “y/n! What can I do for you?”. With furrowed eyebrows, you stopped in the doorway. Something was wrong, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it but there was something that caught you off-guard. “Nothing, Team meeting in 15.” You told him, ready to let it go and turn back around. He was Astarion, sometimes he was just weird. But for some reason, this time, you couldn’t. “What’s up with you?” You didn’t mean to sound accusing, but it was almost as if you were pointing your finger at him. “With me?” He raised his eyebrows in fake innocence. “Nothing.” At that you squinted your eyes and, unconsciously scraped your teeth across your lips. Completely focused you took some more steps towards him, into his room. “Something is.” You said with certainty. He rolled his eyes playfully dramatic. “I was just looking at myself in the mirror” His voice was lighthearted, almost as if he was joking around, and his face showed no signs of the discomfort the emptiness had brought him just minutes earlier. “But you can’t see yourself in the mirror.” You pointed out, eyes darting to the mirror behind him and the absence of his reflection, only seeing your eyes staring back at you, when they should’ve been blocked by his shoulders. “That’s the problem, darling.”
being madly in love with someone platonically is so ridiculous. hey man i think about you all the time. i wish you were here right now. talking to you makes me indescribably happy. i miss you. honestly what the hell
I can’t get over how tenderly Gale holds Tav’s hand after showing them the orb
Even when he starts to stand up he keeps a hold on their hand
We don’t actually see him release the hand before it cuts back to Tav He could just as well not release it until they take a step back a moment later
I feel like hands are special to Gale, as he is a wizard who uses his to weave magic, like someone composing a musical piece or writing poetry - an artist I imagine he’s the type of guy who would cradle his loved ones hand and kiss it as a show of affection just as readily as he’d kiss their lips
Edit: aaaaa I forgot the whole astral sex scene where the like entire first half almost is just “holding” hands
He even manifests a second arm for himself so he doesn’t have to let their hand go
