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Normally, battles are gruesome waltzes; orchestrated by the clashing of blades and the clanging of metal, choreographed with elaborate spins and masterful footwork. This? This is no dance. It’s a massacre.
Wyll Ravenguard has the displeasure of meeting Arachne, a drow cleric of Lolth with an insatiable lust for blood, after she betrays the grove to Minthara - or did she? With a tadpole problem, a devil problem, and no other solutions in sight, he reluctantly joins their merry band of murderers. And who knows – maybe he’ll fit right in soon enough.
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Cazador’s cologne wafts around him, harmonising with the fresh scent of mortal blood. A siren’s song, with sharp teeth hidden behind the promise of pleasure. His master doesn’t hide those teeth, nor does he promise anything but his own pleasure. Astarion knows better than to join that melody.
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After the nautiloid crash, Astarion himself on a beach alongside a shadowy cleric, the Blade of Frontiers and a dying mindflayer. It would be so easy to crush it under his boot, but the creature hooks itself into his mind with a siren’s song, promising pleasure in exchange for knowledge. Astarion knows better than to ignore that melody.Series
- Part 1 of Be My Mirror
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Oh no, whatever is a simple rogue to do when their handsome wizard turns against the party, and they don’t have access to counterspell? There must be some way for Astarion to block the verbal and somatic components of Gale’s scorching ray…
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An astounded laugh catches in Astarion’s throat. What an absurd situation he finds himself in. Here he sits, half-naked with his partner sitting between his legs and a comb in his hands. A hundred years ago – hells, even a few months back – this would have felt like a scene in a sappy romance novel that he had read and rolled his eyes at, finding it an unrealistic portrayal of humanoid connection. He would have been fully exposed by now, performing pleasurable acts to those who saw his crystal ball stare and projected their fantasies into the glass. Gale remains quiet, but the atmosphere feels heavy; burdened by the unasked and unanswered.
‘What did he do to you?’
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Triggered by the intimate gesture of brushing his boyfriend's bloody hair out of his face, Astarion is forced to come to terms with the abuse of his former master, his year of solitude and the crisis of identity that stemmed from the loss of his beautiful, long white curls.
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Nothing is more enticing to a depraved vampire than hearing his name on another man’s lips and his own beauty reflected in the eyes of his prey. But seducing Wyll Ravenguard is more confronting than he’d like to admit, with his mysterious stone eye that reflects Astarion’s scars and the unnatural red pupil that mirrors his own. Just how similar are they, that his own past is reflected in the soul of the devilishly handsome hero?
And, by the way, when will the villains of Faerûn stop trying to control his mind? There’s only so many panic attacks Wyll can ignore before he starts – ugh – caring for Astarion’s wellbeing and bringing his long-dead heart back to life.- Words:
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