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To Gale, working with Gortash is a bitter pill he must swallow, but one he can chase with the sweetness of the Crown in his capable hands.
To Astarion, it’s pure hedonism and power. It’s a section of the city in the palm of a pair of new gauntlets. It’s blood from a populace who will never tell him no again, and it's Gale at his feet.
But the aloof housecat often thinks itself a ruler on high over the loyal pup, even when they both wear the master's collar and eat his of scraps.
Enver has come to enjoy their meals together.
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Phantasmal Psychology by positivejam for prince_of_fics
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
14 Feb 2024
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Lord Astarion holds grand masquerades that are attended by the finest of the Gate. He samples the populace like wine; finding a taste for fat blooded noblemen and soft academics. And he kills with impunity, now– once slitting a beggar’s throat who had kicked up dust on his finest boots.
So why does sad little Professor Dekarios still elude him so?
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“Whatever happened here?” Astarion teases, coming face to face with Gale. He makes a show of looking him up and down, one slender finger against his own lips in faux concern.
Gale makes a growl of annoyance around his gag. He gives one pointed tug to his bound wrists and flicks his eyes upwards as if to say is it not obvious?
“Trapped? Oh, but that can’t be it. Astarion says, mouth dropping open as if he’s just noticed the binds. “I seem to recall you saying you had everything quite in hand.”
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“You carry me well,” his orb murmurs, finding its voice. What was once a strange echo of whispers has settled into something rich and baritone: something more befitting the dark, decadent marks upon Gale’s skin. “So curious. So clever. So…hungry.”
There is a throb in his gut at the word hungry. The pain of a man starved for days, stomach distended and left wanting. Gale drops both hands and rolls on his side with a groan. He feels the distinct sensation of nails scraping through his hair and it takes him a moment to realize they are his own. Petting. Soothing.
“So feed, Gale. Feed me. Feed…us.”
Series
- Part 1 of Netherese Duality