Since we know Astarion was in Moonrise at some point before the Shadow Curse, what if he was the one to whisk Violet away?
Probably unlikely, but it's an interesting thought.
Okay yāall. Buckle in, I might have information about Violetās (Vampire Spawn Violet) identity. So shoutout to @sadanduncertain for linking me to this tweet, but one of the writers confirms that the ābanned patronā book in act 2 is in fact referencing Astarion, which infers that Astarion (probably over a century ago, before the Shadow Curse took over) was definitely near Moonrise, which means it isnāt at all unlikely that any of the spawn couldāve been there, or even have been from there.
Near the House of Healing, thereās a graveyard. There are a LOT of graves here you can interact with, but this one in particular caught my attention.
Violet Goldhammer.
Now spawn Violet, thereās very little known about her, except sheās a little bratty. Whoās to say she wasnāt a little bit of a bratty, young singer, who got whisked away to Baldurās Gate? I just think itās interesting because we donāt usually see name repeats in the game, and we know that spawn being around this area isnāt unheard of.
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Gods Damned Feelings
Word count: 1274
Rating: SFW
Pairing: Astarionx gn!Tav
Triggers: minor injury
Summary: Astarion struggles with his budding feelings as he takes care of Tav after they are downed in a fight.
Tav went down in a bloody heap.Ā
Ā Astarion all but shoved Shadowheart in their direction. āHelp them. Now godsdamnit!āĀ
He couldnāt help the dread pooling in his stomach at the sight of them, prone and defenseless, as Shadowheart raced towards them. He stuck his dagger in the throat of the bastard whoād done it, kicking his lifeless body to the ground before dropping to his knees at Tavās side. Shadowheart was already at work, channeling magic into them. Astarion watched as some of their wounds began to knit closed at her touch, but their eyes remained closed. āAre they going to be alright?ā he asked, not liking the desperate tone in his voice.Ā
Shadowheart gave him an odd look. āTheyāre fine. They just need some rest. They took a serious blow to the head. We should get them back to camp.āĀ
She nodded to Gale, who knelt down to scoop them up.Ā
āDonāt.ā Astarion cringed, hearing his own voice. āIāve got them.āĀ
Gale shrugged, looking amused. He couldnāt place why, but the thought of Tav in his arms filled him with a rage he didnāt understand. Bloody bookworm would probably drop them anyway.Ā
The walk back to camp was a long one. Astarionās arms burned against the weight of Tavās body, slack and lifeless in his grip. He focused on the steady rise and fall of their chest, finding comfort in knowing they were still breathing. They were still here.Ā
He couldnāt understand the emotions coursing through him. He was never supposed to care like this. Their entireā¦whatever they had was a ruse. It wasnāt real. They were a mark, and he had them exactly where he wanted them. They were like all the rest, helpless to his honeyed words and easy charm. They desired him, and he desired something from them. It was supposed to be simple.Ā
But they werenāt like all the rest, were they? When he spoke they listened, hung on his every word. They cared about what he had to say, his past, the things heād been through. Theyād drawn the scars on his back so he could see them, and when they promised they would help him discern their meaning, he believed them. While they always acquiesced to his invitations to his bed, they never pushed. They never asked for more. It was as if they saw him for more than just his body. Astarion could have laughed at that thought, as unbelievable as it was. But still, the way they held him after a night together, the tender way their hands brushed against his chest like that was all they were after. No one had ever touched him so gently.Ā
Tav stirred slightly as Astarion set them down on their bedroll but they didnāt wake. They looked so small like this, all traces of the warrior he knew out on the battlefield, tearing through hoards of enemies, were gone. Their breathing was still steady, thank the gods, but they were in a state. Blood caked their face and clothes and a nasty bruise was forming on their forehead. Shadowheart would have to take another look at them once sheād rested and regained some of her magic. He knelt beside them, tucking a strand of hair behind their ear.Ā
Astarion hated this. He hated seeing Tav like this. He hated the feelings this whole situation was dredging up inside of him. He hated the longing because gods, he realized how much he longed to hold them. It wouldnāt do any good to deny it, he wanted them wholly and truly. It was fucking terrifying. Heād not allowed himself to want anything in so long, it never got him anywhere. Everything good in his life was swiftly taken from him, and he couldnāt bear to have them ripped away as well. Like they almost were today.Ā
Heād gone this long not getting what he wanted, so he figured it wouldnāt kill him this time. But still, he couldnāt leave them like this, bloodied and hurt. So he got to work.Ā
Astarion slowly and carefully lifted Tav up, propping their weight against his chest as he removed their ruined clothes. Shadowheartās spell had closed the worst of their wounds, but blood still stuck to their skin, making the bruises and scrapes leftover look as grisly as ever. Tav mumbled something in their sleep as he gingerly set them back down.Ā
He tore some rags from bits of cloth he had in his pack while a pot of water boiled over the coals of the fire. He used them to wipe the blood from Tavās face first, being as gentle as possible around the bruise forming above their eye before tending to the rest of them. He hoped they would forgive him for seeing them in such a vulnerable state, he knew he would hate such a thing. He breathed a sigh of relief once the blood was gone. Their injuries werenāt nearly as bad as they had looked before.Ā
Next, he collected their clothes, washed them in a nearby stream, and set to mending any holes he could with the sewing kit he kept in his pack. A few blood stains refused to wash out but overall, they were much better than they were before. After laying them out to dry near the fire, he returned to Tavās side.Ā
They slept peacefully still, every once in a while mumbling something incomprehensible in their sleep. Astarion felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth as he watched. He might never know what it means to have them the way he so desperately wanted to; he didnāt trust his luck enough for that, but for the moment, he let himself pretend that they had something real. Something special, something no one could take away from him. Not Cazador. Not the Absolute. Not some asshole cultist out in the woods. He let himself pretend they might even have a future together when this was all over.Ā
That was all it was. Pretend. But even so, he knelt down beside them and placed a gentle kiss over the bruise on their forehead, longing for something real.Ā
Tavās eyes opened slowly, blinking a few times before choking out, āAstarion?āĀ
He let out a shaky sigh. āYes, love. Iām here.āĀ
They looked confused for a moment before cracking a weak smile. āKiss me again.āĀ
Damn. How long had they been awake? But he couldnāt ignore the note of pleading in their voice, so he lowered his mouth to their forehead again. Tav made a happy noise in response, sending a bolt of electricity down his spine.Ā
Gods, he was fucked.Ā
āHow long have you been watching me sleep?ā Tav asked, a hint of mockery in their voice.Ā
āI was not watching you sleep.ā he lied. āI was merely checking to make sure you hadnāt died. Youāve been asleep for hours.āĀ
Tav looked confused. āI have? Oh shit, that fightāI totally forgot. What happened?āĀ
āYou nearly got yourself killed, thats what happened.ā he chided. āDonāt do that again.āĀ
Tav chuckled. āKeep waking me up like that, and Iāll make a point of getting knocked out more often.āĀ
āNext time, Iāll rouse you with a bucket of cold water.āĀ Astarion deadpanned.Ā
āThatās more like it. I was worried you were going a little soft on me.ā They laughed, wincing a bit as they did so.Ā
Astarion instinctively reached out to grab their hand, not wanting to see them in pain. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that that was exactly what was happening. Tav was making him softer, in all the best and worst ways.Ā
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