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He watched the horror creep over Gale’s face and wondered, where he had gone to. Waterdeep, probably. He would have thought that he had enough time to leave again. |
Astarion huffed and pushed a stray lock of hair out of his face. "Wake up now." |
He himself left the trance and stood up. The portal opened and Astarion went through, his back rigid. The room he entered was small, but lovingly kept. Pedestrian. Small, wooden bed. Wooden shelves, overflowing with books and notes. A desk, at which Gale stood, shaking and white as a sheet. He was wearing an old night ... |
He smelled of fear and sweat and humanity. |
Astarion sat down on the bed, crossed his legs. |
"I am still your spawn." |
"Astute. As one would imagine a prodigy like yourself to be. I could have told you before, that this little display would not change a thing." He thought about adding: If you preferred to not be bound to me, you could have just said so. |
He didn’t. He didn’t yet know he meant it. |
Oh, he had aquired the wizard to keep him. He was HIS. |
But this now. It felt wrong, that he had just gone. Left. What good was having Gale if he did not REALLY have him? |
"I would like an explanation, boy. Make it a good one." |
Gale heaved a sigh. He brushed his hand through his hair, the other was balling the shirt together, shoving off more of his calves. Strange how they did not even seem attractive to Astarion right now. He had no desire to touch them, caress them, adorn them with his marks. |
Gale loved him. He desired him. |
But he had left. |
Astarion did not feel the wish for anything, if he could not have everything. What point would there be? |
Gale looked away. He looked at the door. Astarion could hear the other person in the house, working in the kitchen, making breakfast probably. |
His mother then. |
"Don’t make me repeat myself. You answer, or I go out there and kill her if she is distracting you so much." |
The wizard turned, stared at him. Only at him. |
Astarion could have done without the stink of fear, though. Fucking disgusting. |
Gale licked his lips, but he kept his eyes on Astarion, tried to gauge his reaction now. |
"I... I saw something in Ravelle’s mind. And I was going to kill him. Torture him to death, really. And I...I got scared because of that. I am scared." |
"You ran away, because you were about to kill a fat, ugly waste of space? Darling, you would have done everyone a favor. I might have been a bit miffed, but really, I would have enjoyed punishing you. You would have enjoyed being punished. I can’t promise, that this will be the case now, no matter how much of a masochi... |
"I don’t like who I am becoming with you." |
"Oh little love. Don’t be obtuse. This is not who you are becoming. This is who you are! Always have been. Good people don’t become gods, Gale." |
He so seldom used Gale’s name. He saw it slithering down his back. |
Astarion twirled his finger. "Turn around, pet. Off with the shirt. Let me see my mark." |
He did not know what he would do, if it wasn’t there. If Gale had dared to get rid of that. His wizard turned around though, leaned forward and drew the nightshirt up. His back was a field of scars, with only a few untouched patches of skin there. The rest were Astarion’s letters, Gale’s words, a vow of devotion. Astar... |
Something loosened, just a bit, in Astarion’s chest. |
"Whenever I think, I will have to actually kill you, you do something so terribly right, little love." |
There was a knock on the door. Gale raised his hand to do some kind of spell, but stopped, when Astarion shook his head. He let the shirt fall back. |
The door opened and a small, rounded lady looked in. Her hair was fully grey and behind her spectacles she had small, mouseish eyes. What a horribly insignificant creature. |
She looked between the two of them and seemed to notice Gale’s panic. When she turned to Astarion, she was frowning, putting her hands on her hips. "Who are you then? I don't remember inviting you in." |
"My name is Astarion Ancunin. I am the vampire ascendant. 7000 souls were written out of existence, so I would come and go as I please, no invitation necessary. Demons and devils shudder when they sense my soul, because even to them it is vile. I am also fucking your son. Or at least I used to. We will see, if he can s... |
"You." It came out of his mouth like a sob, like a sigh. "I don’t think anyone could love anyone more than I love you without dying of it." |
"Don’t worry. It might very well kill you again." He stood up, looked at Gale. The wizard. HIS wizard still, maybe. "If said, the only way you would ever get a kiss from me again would be to kill her...would you?" |
He bled the word on the floor, tears in his eyes. He looked thoroughly broken. |
My. One would have been able believe he actually cared. |
Astarion frowned. He hushed the woman, before she could say anything. He saw Gale blanch and twitch, worried for this old, decaying piece of meat. As if there were anything left to save or destroy. Humans died so fucking fast. |
He still gave a little bow. Being polite had never quite harmed him. "I might give him back. Just don’t expect him to be in pristine condition. To the palace, pet." |
He did not know what to feel. |
He did not know what to fear. |
He followed Astarion, a master whose shackles he apparantly couldn’t shake as easily as he had imagined. Gale’s folly. Again. Maybe it was even more his folly, that he could not take his eyes of him. He was scared of what Astarion would do, but that fear subsided astronomically as soon as they were gone from the house ... |
For a moment, he allowed himself to bask in Astarion’s being. He was beautiful. Graceful. His voice still filled all of Gale’s head. Was that how compulsion always felt? As if your whole being, your soul, became intertwined with his words? His will?It made one shudder, really. A closeness, that Gale had never felt befo... |
Still, he could not quite make himself stop. He adored him so. He had never really wanted to leave. |
And now, apparantly, it wasn’t up to him. He didn’t have to make that choice. He couldn’t do the right, the moral thing. He couldn’t sacrifice himself, as he had nearly done with the orb, back in the days.The shackles of freedom, of choice, were gone and he could breath. |
Astarion had told him so, back when he had ascended. "You await my command. You want to obey. I can smell it on you." Oh, how right he had been.He wondered though what his love had in store for him now. What his punishment would be like. |
Maybe another poem. Maybe on his chest, this time. He had one in mind that would fit there wonderfully. |
Astarion led him through the palace. Gale noticed some of the servants, cowering far away. When they noticed Gale, they sighed deeply in relieve. A sting of regret shot through him. He had not thought about them, about what Astarion would do. He had known that his Master would be angry, furious. He had only thought abo... |
Astarion opened a door and Gale’s stomach dropped. Ravelle was lying on the floor, snoring softly. Still sleeping. |
He turned around and Astarion grabbed his neck, forced him to stay. "Will you tell me, what he did, Darling? I am a little bit curious by now."Gale swallowed. He did not want to think about it. It made him feel... There was lightening under his skin. The fury was back. The indignation. The coldness.But Astarion had ask... |
"Ah. He is one of those. Funny. I did not remember him." Astarion contemplated this for a moment. Then, as if for clarification, asked: "So. You were jealous my dear?"Yes. Not only that. But yes." No one should be touching Astarion. He had been angry too – angry for the abuse the shy, broken boy had endured. The rage h... |
When Astarion looked at him, Gale could feel it starting. The compulsion. He could feel it fizzling in the air and he breathed in deeply in anticipation of a command he would not be able to resist."For the next hour," Astarion said and his voice was the world and the air and every drop of blood in Gale’s body "you will... |
But running had never been what he had wanted to do. |
Ravelle coughed. He worked himself up on his hands and knees. "What -"Gale kicked him in the side. He liked the physical aspect of it. Feeling the way, muscles gave underneath him. Flesh quivering. How the pain had to start. Of course, he didn’t have enough strength to really make an impact. When Ravelle pushed out an ... |
You can’t be doing this, Gale. You can’t! |
He could not be wanting to do this. |
Apparantly he did. |
He couldn’t stop it. |
"What are you doing?" Ravelle was conscious. How nice. How considerate of him. He turned to Astarion, fear in his eyes. "Do something!"Oh, I am. I am enjoying the show."Warmth pooled in Gale’s stomach. He wanted to please. His fingers twitched and Ravelle hang from the wall, glued to it. His clothing vanished. Next was... |
This can’t be you, when you’re free. |
Maybe everyone was a monster if you let them. |
Maybe that was, why the world was such a miserable place most of the time. Why he still adored Astarion so much. |
Ravelle still was screaming. It hurt his ears. Gale turned down his voice, made it smaller and smaller and smaller. He could still hear it, the pain in it, but it didn’t cling in his ears just so much.The man stared at him. "What the FUCK are you?"A God." He smiled, cracked his neck. Then he turned the man blind. He re... |
Don’t I want to stop now? |
No. No, he did not. |
"If you are so enamoured with a good roll in the hays, I will gladly assist you. A man should be self reliant in all things that really matter." He elongated Ravelle’s dick and pushed it back with a mage hand, back, until he could bury it into the man’s ass he pushed it further and further. Ravelle screamed. How futile... |
It took the man a while to come to the "Please. Please just kill me." but when he did, Gale ripped the rest of his skin of him.His death took another few minutes. Gales was shaking by the end of it. He felt...powerful. Elevated. Sick to his stomach.The blood was everywhere. It coated Ravelle, still steaming, making pud... |
Gale leaned forward, licked it off his arm and then spit it out again. Gosh. "It is vile!" How could something taste so revolting? |
Astarion’s lips curled upward, disdain clear on his face. "Of course it is. You are human again, or did you forget? Alive." |
He had. His heart was beating, the blood pumping through him and he hated it. He was so different from Astarion right now. They were still bonded, but...but Gale was alive and he hated it.He went to his knees and brushed his hair away, offered his neck. "Please." |
Astarion looked at him, considered. Then he shook his head, breaking something in Gale. Maybe his sanity, if any part of it was left. "No. I don’t think so, pet. What would be the point, really? You are not actually offering yourself to me. You can just reverse it. There is no meaning in this. It’s empty. A charade. Be... |
No. No. PLEASE no! |
He could not do that. He could not mean that. |
Gale panicked. He did not want to leave. He could not leave. He could not leave Astarion. Never. He could not give up on him. He wanted...he just wanted him.He was devoted to him. Adored him.But he had left and now Astarion doubted that and Gale had to show him, make him believe again, because please, please, PLEASE no... |
His heartbeat picked up, his hands turned sweaty and – his heart. |
Gale stared at Astarion, kept his gaze on him, then he conjured up a dagger. He pushed it into his own chest. He kept the blood pumping around it. He kept himself alive and conscious. But he did not banish the pain. He did not want to cheat. |
This had to mean something. |
This had to mean everything. |
What else was left but Astarion? |
It was agonizing. But Astarion was looking at him, really looking, with something akin to wonder or warmth creeping back into his eyes.The pain made him sweat. His fingers were cold and wet when he pushed them inside his chest. He pulled his heart out, gentle and softly, elongating the veins so it was still connected t... |
He hold his heart like a baby bird in his open hands. He was on his knees and he offered it up to Astarion, presented it to him. |
Astarion stared at him. It took him a long time, but finally, he went to his knees in front of Gale, put one hand on his neck. His fingers were cold bliss. "For me?" he asked, sounding reverent.Gale smiled through the pain. "Always." He added, because he wanted to and because the compulsion still ran feverently through... |
"Me. Not the shy boy you met while rescuing the world?" |
Gale shook his head, wet his lips. "Once there was a wizard who wrote poetry for pale man. And now, I am here. Offering you my heart. Please. Please take it."Astarion stared at him. They stayed like this for a while, an eternity. Finally, he smiled too. It softened his face. "Oh darling. What fun we’ll have." He leaned... |
When Gale finally lost consciousness and fell against him, he felt totally and utterly at peace. |
The private rooms of the Elfsong Inn were almost empty, the troupe of adventurers that had so easily bested the Chosen of the Dead Three dining in the main common room below. There was one, however, missing from the table who instead hid in the privacy of their rooms. Tavrian sat alone next to the low fire, the orange ... |
This is raw power. With it, you could command a vast and terrible army. Think of the lives you can save. You could go home, see your parents, and once more breathe deep of the Akanamere. Tyrants would shiver at the sound of your name, and slaves everywhere could be freed by a single snap of your fingers. Darkness would... |
"You’re brooding." Shadowheart’s voice whispered in his ear and he snapped straight, turning his head to see her smile. She stood over his shoulder, bowed to inspect the gemstones with a glint in her eye—she was curious, but not concerned. Not yet. He returned her smile and it grew as she stepped around the chair and f... |
"Wyll can handle it, or Karlach. Well...if a fight breaks out Karlach will probably join in," he murmured as he slid the netherstones into the pouch at his side. |
Shadowheart’s eyes followed the movement before shifting back to meet his own. Her smile faded and a grim light entered her eyes, brow furrowing in concern. "Ever since we returned from the Temple of Bhaal you’ve been distant. More than once I’ve caught you staring into space. You stay up far later than you ever did be... |
Tavrian’s smile flickered and he let out a soft sigh, arms rising to wrap around her body and pull her close. He buried his face into her neck, breathing deep the perfume she wore. His mind, dominated by cruel whispers of a dark future, fell silent. All there was were their soft breaths in tandem beats, and the feeling... |
She was quiet, her fingers playing with his hair as if it were a weave of wool. "We knew as soon as we entered the city that things were going to accelerate to the end. It’s terrifying, but we’ve faced more terrifying prospects before. All we can do is take it a day at a time, as we have since first setting out on this... |
Tavrian stared into the verdance of her eyes, mind filled with thoughts not of darkness but of color and bursting energy. It was the warmth of knowing that in the end she was at his side, the brightness that her smile carried and the hope for the future that she inspired. "I love you." The words came unbidden, spoken s... |
"I love you too." She leaned in for a soft kiss that lingered until she pulled away, a devilish smirk on her face. "You know, I didn’t just come here to see if you were alright. I had a question for you." |
"And what would that be?" |
"Do you remember the drow twins, and how they were worshiping me?" |
Heat flared upon his cheeks as he remembered that night. It had been a long session, filled with fantasies that he still often dreamt about. "I seem to recall quite a bit of worship. What has made you think of that? Do you want to return?" |
"No...well, that can be discussed later. I was wondering if you could demonstrate your faith to me on a more...personal level. Alone ." Her hand snaked up his chest until it latched onto the collar of his shirt, balling the fabric into a rough fist. Her eyes were hungry. " Tonight." |
Tavrian blinked, then a slow grin appeared on his face. "I would hate to disappoint you. I will need an hour to make some arrangements." Shadowheart yelped as he stood up with one arm hooked around her torso and the others supporting her legs, then spinning he desposited her onto the chair like one would set down their... |
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