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  1. Public Bookmark 27

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    "When they made camp, Astarion had set up his newly-looted tent and sat down on a tree stump, wrapping his arms around one leg so that he could rest his chin on his knee. He made it look like he was participating in their scattered conversations around the campfire—scoffed when the others did, nodded at regular intervals, furrowed his brow when a voice rose in question—but his eyes were fixed and glazed.

    Gale knew this routine well. He knew it especially from when he’d fallen into a nervous depression eighteen months after Mystra had taken him under her wing and lost all ability to eat. He’d spent hours listening to his colleagues debate, pretending to engage while his mind floated away in a gnawing fog of exhaustion and lack."

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    25 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 95

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    From the moment he found himself at the Nautiloid crash site, the chains of his compulsion broken, Astarion had one objective: to kill Cazador or die trying. To take back his life. He never gave much thought to what he would do after, or if he even knew what it meant to live.

    It was some small comfort that Gale of Waterdeep seemed similarly unmoored.

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    21 Jun 2026

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    Gale had desperately clasped Astarion's wrist, preventing him from fully wrenching away. From fleeing. And for a brief moment Astarion was ready to lash out with all of the feral fury a starving spawn had to offer.

    The memory of that scorching touch was like a scar. The imprint of his lightly calloused, bare palm on Astarion's slender wrist was an invisible, white-hot brand upon his flesh. It was only Gale's wide, worried eyes and immediate surrender of Astarion's captured limb that saved him from being torn to ribbons by long-forgotten vampiric claws.

    He loathed it. Touching and being touched.

    People did not touch Astarion and survive.

    Astarion did not touch people destined to live.

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    Astarion has a complicated relationship with physical touch. It brings up a wellspring of memories best left forgotten, and he doesn't even know if he could enjoy it anymore should he ever let anyone close enough to try... or five times Astarion sees Gale being held and has a lot of difficult feelings about it + the one time he does it himself and knows exactly how he feels about it.

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    17 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 8

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    After the fall of the Netherbrain, Gale is given a second chance at life. He takes it in the form of traveling back to Baldur's Gate two hundred years prior to find Astarion in hopes of living their lives together.

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    17 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 22

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    “Why are you so kind to me, Gale?”

    The movement at his temples faltered but didn’t stop. That foreign look that the human refused to explain took control of his face, this time accompanied by a soft smile.

    “Is it truly so unbelievable for me to think you deserve kindness?”

    Astarion reached up and circled his fingers around the wizard’s wrist, halting him. Something ignited at the contact. Something that alarmed the vampire. He found Gale’s startled eyes with his own and simply stared up at him. The warm pulse he could feel in the vein beneath his fingers quickened. Was he afraid? No. Of all the odd things that swam about in the other’s gaze, fear was not one of them. This feeling…was similar to what he remembered his victims experiencing in brothels and dark alleyways moments before he seduced them towards their untimely demise. This was…a desire. A want. A need to be near someone. Had he…somehow unintentionally seduced this man? Something undesirable twisted in his gut, and it wasn’t due to his injuries.

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    08 Jun 2026