. . .
' It was just a canary, Gale . . . Beautiful, though, wasn't she.ᐣ
I am not purposefully miserable, you know. If I could see the significance of something so delicate surviving out here, I would. But perhaps the gods just have their . . . 𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴. '
' Its almost impossible to picture any of you settled down off this wretched little path we're on . . .
I suppose 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 looked much different to you than this.ᐣ '
#germㅤᵕ̈
I don't have a ton of muse for Astarion at the moment so for the time being I'm gonna be over on @devioussniper.bsky.social ; if any of you are into zombies or okay with crossing verses I'll see you there too 🫶
Hard to enjoy Hallow's Eve without a hearth to curl up to.
𓂃𝕬𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔫 .ᐟ
There could have been a smile trying to come across Astarion's face at Gale's suggestion of brighter things, and truly, he almost hoped that he had seen it, because soon enough the walls came flying back up to block out that hope.
He couldn't do that to himself.
. . .
♯𝒢𝑒𝓇𝓂
Bsky please please please add drafts so I don't have to rewrite replies every time I get interrupted at work and forget about them 🙏
. . .
' We really must stop meeting this way, Gale. The others may talk. '
A weary attempt at a usually biting jab ; Astarion still seems transfixed on the flight of the bird.
𝘚𝘢𝘥. Bitter and benumbed. His raggedness shows dark beneath his brilliant eyes.
He lets the moment carry on, perhaps longer than he should. The quiet . . . Save for the breeze, the distant shuffle of other things father into the brush. The sun peeking through the canopy above their heads, warming his skin in a way he had nearly forgotten.
Its too long. It must end.
. . .
𓂃𝕬𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔫 .ᐟ
𓂃𝕬𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔫 .ᐟ
𓂃𝕬𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔫 .ᐟ
𓂃𝕬𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔫 .ᐟ
𓂃𝕬𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔫 .ᐟ
𓂃𝕬𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔫 .ᐟ
𓂃𝕬𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔫 .ᐟ
// I left bc of the constant drama. Everyday was a call out post. There were so many stolen OCs with popular writers and I couldn’t stand it. Then there was also the bots and creeps in the bg too. I was just done.
