Gentle Warding Bond
Astarion was lost in thought, staring off into space with an open journal on one knee, absentmindedly fiddling with two rings in his hand. He was always picking up diaries and journals wherever he went, with an almost morbid curiosity about the lives of their dead authors.
“Find something interesting?” you asked.
“These rings we found at the House of Healing...” he answered, still in deep thought. “They appear to be counterparts. The wearer of one of them can cast a blessing on the other. That person gains a boon that protects them from harm. But any wound or injury that does reach them will be shared by the caster.”
“How quaint” you said, sitting down next to him.
“This journal belonged to the last wearer of the ‘giving’ ring. The poor sop died from injuries sustained by their lover.” Astarion tossed the journal off to the side.
“What a stupid way to die” you commented after a moment of silent contemplation.
“A bond that will drag you to your grave after your lover, should they fall. Or if you fail to protect them. Together as one against all others... Even in death.” he mused.
“This is the kind of bullshit that breeds romance novels” you added.
“Yes, it’s so nauseatingly sentimental I might actually be sick” laughed Astarion.
“So saccharine” you scoffed.
“Revoltingly sappy” agreed Astarion.
“And absurdly foolish.”
“Imbecilic!”
“Simply mad.”
You’d been looking into each other’s eyes for the latter portion of this exchange.
“It sounds more like a curse than a boon, really” said Astarion, still looking into your eyes and reaching out to take your hand.
“What idiot would do such a thing?” you managed, hoarsely.
Astarion slipped one of the rings onto your finger, following suit with the other for himself. He uttered an incantation, and a warm feeling spread over your body. You felt stronger, safer, more assured. And you experienced a sensation that you could only describe as a feeling of his presence, wrapping you in an unseen embrace.
Astarion leaned in to place a soft, lingering kiss on your lips.
"You’re a good actor, but I can hear your heart racing, darling” he whispered once you broke the kiss. You just bit his lip in response, eliciting a soft growl from him.
“Come on, love” he purred, getting up. “Let’s go kill something.”
~~~~~
Next in series - Admit that you love me
Series master list
AO3
2K notes
·
View notes
Arawn didn't think they'd stay in Vasselheim. He thought a year, two at most and they'd be back in Wildemount. Maybe that was naive. He'd never known anything other than Wildemount, he could barely imagine anything other than Wildemount.
However, two years later, they were still in Vasselheim. More than that, they were settled? They had a house, Rhiannon loved her school, Arawn was settled at the temple, and Loras, despite the difficulties that he specifically faced in Vasselheim, was thriving. Certainly less...maniacal than he used to be. If someone had told him a year ago, the half-feral politician he'd found in his living room would become a housewife, he'd have laughed in their face.
And yet there Loras was. And here Arawn was considering a future that he'd never thought he'd get to have.
And a very important question he wanted to ask. There was a golden band in a box in his pocket. He'd had a cleric of the Allhammer enchant it and it's matching pair with warding bond.
"We should go to dinner tonight," he said, walking into their living room. "Just the two of us, I can ask the neighbors to watch Rhia."
@vchloras <3
8 notes
·
View notes
are you ever in love with someone but it’s like… a quiet kind of love? like, you love them, but you don’t get butterflies when they wear a revealing outfit or get awkward around them? And then sometimes the fact that that doesn’t happen makes you think, maybe I don’t really love them?
but then you think, well yes I’d like to kiss them, I wouldn’t mind spending every day with them and in my eyes anything I do can and is improved by their presence
maybe it’s just me being asexual or having loved her for so long, but that’s my kind of love. where you’re just calm, and you both acknowledge that you love each other, and there’s fights sometimes or disagreements but even while you’re fighting you know you’ll resolve it and go back to quietly loving each other
that’s our kind of love, her and I.
22 notes
·
View notes
karlach n arachne got married in the shadowcursed lands w astarion legally officiating the wedding n shadowheart doubling as a priest n a witness. yes there was a lot of paperwork no none of em did it
3 notes
·
View notes