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So, This Is A Mother's Love?
Pairing | Prisma Daerel x Gale Dekarios
Content Warning | a breif fire, mommy issues mentioned, motherhood
Word Count | 1.2K
Summary | Prisma and Gale's youngest daughter - Vienna Dekarios - is interested in being an artificier. But that puts a strain on Prisma's heart of her daughter's safety, this is when Prisma realizes what her own mother was going through. Why she was so protective of her.
[ warning : "Dilthen Las" means "Little Leaf" in elvish. Also this is not Gale centric at all, he doesn't really do much. This is primarily focusing on Prisma and Vienna. ]
Hearing sounds from Prisma’s and Gale’s youngest daughter’s room had become normal for them. Prisma would come back and check-in, but she would get the usual thing - “I’m okay, mama! Come look at what I made though!” - and Gale has assured her Vienna was going to be okay, so that eased the poor elf’s heart if her husband wasn’t too concerned.
When Prisma heard the familiar bang but at a concerning volume and her daughter’s screams is when the elf instinct shot through her. Abandoning the plants she was tending to as she ran to her daughter’s bedroom.
The elf’s heart dropped seeing the fire and her daughter trying to extinguish it while screaming. A chill running through her body, so familiar it was like being hugged by an old friend. Quick Prisma casted “create water” and drenched the flames and most of her daughter’s things.
Those could be replaced. Her baby could not.
Prisma spotted her daughter in the dissipating smoke, sitting on the ground, looking dazed and having soot covering her. She got down to Vienna’s height and grabbed one of her shirts on the ground to wipe away the soot covering her face while exclaiming. “Honey, are you okay? What happened?”
“I’m okay, mama.” Vienna says in an almost dazed tone. Prisma felt close to tears as she saw how singed her daughter’s clothes and gloves were. Her hair was burnt too. But Vienna just stared at her destroyed creation.
“What happened?”
“I was trying to create a toy to throw Scratch balls for him.” Vienna told her, the beginnings of tears filling her beautiful purple eyes. “I’m so sorry, mama. I didn’t mean to.”
How tiny her little girl’s voice got gutted Prisma. She turned her daughter’s attention away from her creation to stare up at her face, killing her at the tears spilling down. She used Vienna’s shirt to wipe at her face. Removing soot covering her cheeks as she did.
Prisma finally understood her own mother. The fear that latched into her heart the moment she heard that explosion and her daughter’s screams. It’s something she’s never experienced before, the overwhelming sense of wanting to protect her baby from all harm was almost unbearable.
But the longer Prisma stared at her, she couldn’t help but see herself. Vienna and Tulin look nothing like her other than the shared purple eyes and pointed ears. Everything else was their father, all anyone ever told Prisma when they met their twins was how much they looked like Gale. But at this moment, Prisma saw herself in her daughter.
“I know you didn’t mean to, dilthen las. These things can happen when you try to make something. I promise, I’m not mad. I’ve done some things for the sake of having an adventure or when I was learning to be a druid and have ended up hurting myself. Prisma wiped the last of the soot off her face, kissing her forehead gently. “The only thing that matters to me is that you are safe and okay.”
“I’m so sorry.” Vienna sobs, Prisma was quick to pull her daughter into her embrace, letting her daughter cry into her chest and held her shaking form. Hearing her mutter how scared she was and how sorry she was.
“It’s okay, dilthen las. I’ve got you.”
The two sat on the floor together until Vienna’s cries calmed down, staying there for so long Prisma’s knee’s began to hurt, but she stayed there holding Vienna until the shaking and tears stopped. “Are you sure you aren’t angry?” Vienna whispers into her mother’s chest.
“Of course not. It was an accident, and accidents can happen.”
When Gale got home from Blackstaff is when Prisma filled him in on what had happened in Vienna’s room and she was feeling tender. He cleaned up her room with some spells and gave her some assuring words of comfort. Once it was time for everyone to get to bed is when Prisma came to check on her daughter - who was sitting on her bed and hugging the stuffed animal owlbear Halsin had given both twins. “Goodnight, dilthen las.” Prisma went to blow out the candle but stopped when it seemed Vienna had a question sitting on the tip of her tongue, but hesitating. “Something on your mind?”
“Yes, um…” Vienna ran her hand through the fake feathers of the owlbear, her cheeks blooming in a red. “Can I sleep with you and Daddy tonight?”
“Oh!” Prisma was surprised. Neither twin has shared her and her husband's bed since they were 7 years old. They had their own beds when they turned 5 - but any nightmare or just a want, they would let them crawl into their bed. - But it stopped when they turned 7. A part of Prisma was sad when it happened, but it was normal and she wanted to support her children’s decisions. Her heart fluttered that her daughter still felt comfortable to ask. “Of course, honey. Do you need anything to bring with you?”
Vienna looked around her room, hopping off her bed to grab one of her books, and then turned to her mother holding the stuffed animal and book now. “I’m ready!”
Gale was surprised but happy when Vienna came to their room, smiling when he saw she had a book and when she requested for him to read it to her. The three Dekarios got cozy in their bed after Prisma had blown out all the candles and had her husband produce a little light so he could read off the pages.
Prisma laid there and watched the two of them, her heart feeling so full it could burst at any moment. She wasn’t sure she could ever get this in her life. A husband who loved her for who she was and 4 children who brightened her life and gave a whole new meaning of love. The more she watched Vienna she couldn’t help but feel more excited to see what other things her daughter could get up to and this huge sense of pride that her daughter was nothing more than her true elf.
Maybe this is what a mother’s love is supposed to feel like. If it does, Prisma wished her own wasn’t so paralyzed by it and embraced it instead. Feel pride for who Prisma was instead of shutting it down.
She vowed to never do the same to any of her children.
“Vienna?” Prisma whispers.
“Yeah?” Vienna turned away from her father’s reading to look down to her mother, the sparkle in her eyes warming the older elf.
“Do you remember Uncle Astarions younger sister?” When Vienna perked up and nodded, Prisma continued. “She’s an artificier. How would you feel to learn from her on how to become one too?”
Vienna sat up straighter and hugged her stuffed animal closer, the sparkle in her daughter’s purple eyes brightening in a way that Prisma couldn’t help but wish to protect. She didn’t want to see it dim ever in her lifetime.
“That would be so cool! Can I, please?”
“I’ll write to her in the morning.”
“Thank you, mama!!” Prisma grunted as Vienna launched herself at her mother into a hug, abandoning her stuffed animals and her father’s story. Prisma smiled as she hugged her back. “You’re the best mama in the world!”
Prisma’s heart lurched and tears filled in her eyes against her will. She only had enough courage to speak up when she felt her husband’s hand touch her free shoulder and give it a squeeze. Catching the proud look on his face as he watched his two girls. And knowing intimately the weight of their daughter’s words.
“Thank you, dilthen las. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.”
#dnd character : prisma#prisma daerel#prisale#prisma x gale dekarios#gale dekarios x oc#original character#original female character#bg3#bg3 kidfic#kid fic#oc & oc#baldurs gate 3
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Immortality
Pairing | Prisma Daerel & Astarion Ancunín (platonic)
Content Warning | Drinking a lot of wine, this is set at the epilogue party, Prisma is emotional and Astarion comforts her for once. Or at least tries to. Talk of death and the cons of immortality.
Word Count | 1.5K
Summary | Prisma realized how she's going to outlive the love of her life. This fact tormenting her at night. Astarion was the only person who could understand and share some words of comfort. (Tried to make this as neutral for whatever love interest route Prisma goes on. So this could be her with Gale or Shadowheart!)
A letter from Withers was surprising for Prisma when it arrived. Mainly for the fact that Withers knew where she was, she’s not sure how he knew, but he has shown he has his own mysterious ways for her not to question. Reading the contents of the letter it seemed to be an invitation to get all together again to celebrate the 6 month anniversary of them defeating the Netherbrain. When she arrived at the location Withers had written down, she smiled when she realized it was their first camp. The exact spot where their journey would begin.
It was lit up with many torches and candles, plus the little fire that was set in the middle where they all usually slept around. Cute little banners hung around making it feel more festive. Music from a bard standing on top of a rock drifted across the whole camp area and settled a nice warmth in Prisma’s chest.
It was nice.
But despite how nice the party Withers had put together was, a cloud still seemed to follow Prisma around. The looming cloud did not leave her alone despite how much she smiled and felt happy to see everyone. She tried to ignore the cloud as best as she could. But slowly it would become too much, the wood-elf could only think of one solution.
Sitting at the long table that was covered in wine and food Withers had provided, Prisma grabbed one of the wine bottles to pour herself some in a goblet. Quietly Prisma nursed the wine by herself as she watched everyone enjoy the party for themselves. Taking this moment to be alone for a few minutes. Unfortunately, for how big their was. Prisma had forgotten how little privacy all of them had.
“I haven seen you look this upset since the Shadow-cursed Lands, darling.”
The wood-elf looked up from pouring herself some more crimson red to see a familiar pair of crimson eyes. White curly hair shining in the moonlight and pale skin reflecting back the many lights Withers had lit. Of course her vampire friend shows up as she opens a bottle of wine to drown her anxiety with.
“Hello, Astarion.” Prisma greets him as she sets down the bottle. “I’m fine.”
“You should know better by now. It’s better to not lie with me.” The high-elf slid into the seat next to her, taking the goblet she had just filled. “We both know you are a terrible liar.”
Prisma hums in agreement, not able to deny it from the history of her terrible lying abilities. Astarion had seen first-hand how bad it always goes for her. She watched the vampire take her wine and drink it, she then took it back when he set it down. She swirled the liquid in the cup. The movement was weirdly comforting at keeping her hands busy.
“C’mon, tell me what’s going on in your head.” Her friend urged her on.
Prisma was quiet for a moment as she contemplated if this subject was worth the time to talk about. If resorting to pushing it down and drowning it with wine to save from bringing everyone down was worth the risk. Everyone was so happy, she didn’t want to ruin it because some thoughts plague her at night. She took a glance at Astarion - who was patiently waiting for his friend to speak up - and realized he may be one of the few people here who would understand. Maybe it would be worth it?
“You can’t make fun of me, okay?”
Astarion feigned offense while exclaiming. “Darling, I would never!”
Prisma’s voice died again as she tried to collect her words together. She was thankful Astarion wasn’t pushing her to speak. Taking the time for her to collect herself to pour himself his own goblet of some wine sitting on the table. Grumbling to himself quietly about Withers not getting any blood for him.
Once he began to take a sip is when she finally spoke up. “There’s a vendor I’ve gotten to know. Her and her wife are an elf and human. The human died last week.”
When she didn’t continue, Astarion pushed with an “and?”
“It’s just… It’s made me realize I’m going to be in the same boat. I’m-” she paused as her throat closed. Drinking some of her wine to hopefully calm her nerves and open her throat. “I-I’m just realizing I’m going to watch everyone here die. And I’m going to end up a-alone.” Tears filled her eyes as she squeaked out the final bit, fighting with her throat to be able to push out the final words. “Watch the love of my life age and die before me.”
Astarion hums, sitting back as he took in her words. “You know there are ways to live longer, right?”
“Yes, I know. But I can’t ask my love to do that. It won’t fix anything, just prolong the inevitable instead. Besides, I’ve seen the corruption that can happen when you stretch out your life unnaturally. I would hate to be the cause of witness of that happen.” Prisma states, running her finger around the rim of her goblet. “Death is a part of keeping everything in balance. I can’t stop death for my own selfish reasons.”
“All druids worry about is the damn balance.” Astarion scoffed, waving off the idea. Prisma just rolled her eyes to her vampire friend, but a genuine smile etched across her face. “I do understand those thoughts. Realizing immortality isn’t that great once you know you’ll watch everyone around you fade away while you… stay the same.”
Prisma realized with a horror that not only was Astarin in the same boat as her, but he was in the worst case. While Prisma’s life was prolonged by her druid powers. His were prolonged from being a vampire. Prisma could die from old age, Astarion couldn’t. How shitty was it of her to talk about this here? To sit here whining about it and remind him of his own fate. What a friend she was.
“I’m so sorry- I didn’t me to-”
“Don’t.” Astarion interrupted her with an exasperated expression, looking a little annoyed at her apologizing. “It’s been 200 years and I’ve long since accepted it. You know what I’ve dealt with for the past 200 years, I’ve come to not focus on those little woes since.”
Prisma swallowed her embarrassment, trying not to cry. She tried to hide her embarrassment by drinking the rest of her wine. The quiet that fell between them felt uncomfortable, maybe only on Prisma’s end as Astarion continued to drink his own wine like nothing big had happened. She really has to stop worrying about offending the vampire next to her so much.
“How do you do it?” She finally asks as she taps her finger against her cup. She turned her gaze to Astarion, tearing her eyes away from Karlach trying to convince Wyll to dance with her. “Handle that pain?”
“Honestly, darling? I’ve just finally gotten to live. The love I have may feel short and that hurts to know that, but the love I feel outweighs the ache. Instead of worrying about some heartache in my future, I focus on remembering this love I’ve finally gotten to feel.” He turned his red eyes to look into her purple ones, a serious tone in them that made Prisma’s stomach churn uneasily. “Is this love worth the heartache?”
“Yes.” It surprised the wood-elf how easily it was to find that answer.
“Then focus on that.”
Prisma nodded, swallowing thickly again at the emotion that tried to bubble up. She really didn’t want to cry right now, this was not the place to do that. Nor did she want any more attention on her either, trying to mask all her emotions by the protection of her goblet. “I didn’t know you had it in you to become a poet, fang boy.”
“I’m still full of surprises.” the vampire grins. “But don’t you dare tell a soul. I have an image to uphold!” He exclaimed, gesturing in a way like he was presenting his image that made Prisma let out a laugh before she could stop herself. Smiling to herself at the offended look on his face.
“I promise. But… Can you promise me something?”
“Depends.”
“...Will you be there? When I am alone?”
Astarion paused and went quiet when the question left her lips. Prisma was ready to take it back when the silence went too long, her heart hammering in her chest uncomfortably before Astarion finally spoke up. “Of course, darling.”
Prisma breathed a little more easily. The air surrounding the two elves settling into one more comfortable and light compared to the dark cloud looming over Prisma earlier. A warmth spreading across her chest was a welcomed change for the wood-elf. The two watched their friends in the silence that had fallen over them. It didn’t feel uncomfortable this time, just easy to sit with each other and not need to say anything else.
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