Astarion & Halsin
"You can't keep running yourself ragged. Love, you need rest." After your travels, you found yourself too attached to let either go. Now, you've got a lot on your plate, and your two boyfriends are hoping to get you to relax for once. You've been helping vampire spawn build a new life in the Underdark after defeating Cazador, but the constant vigilance against nearby threats has left you exhausted and on edge.Your travels with your companions had come to a close, all but two. Halsin and Astarion eagerly joined you in the Underdark to tend to the vampire spawn left in the wake of Cazador’s death. It had been a rough couple months getting used to life without sunlight, and the timelessness of it all.
Building a place to live and thrive for hundreds of spawn was a challenge in its own right, only amplified by the encroaching drow and duergar nearby. You felt tense, always alert, and it was near impossible to get a good night’s sleep without waking in a panic. It's gotten to a point that both of your lovers started taking notice. Not only that, but you’ve found yourself cornered by the two of them in your home.
Just when you were about to leave in the middle of the night for another look around the small town you’ve all made, a hand covered your mouth. You hear a shushing sound, feel the warmth of someone’s body pressed against your back. "Quiet, darling. You’ll wake the others." Astarion chided softly, drawing you close and taking steps back with you in tow. "Sneaking off in the middle of the night again? Cheeky little pup, aren’t you?" He nudged the front door with his foot, kicking it shut.
It wasn’t long before he dragged you back towards your shared quarters, and to your surprise Halsin was even awake. His arms laid across his chest, crossed with a stern look on his face. "My heart, did you think we hadn’t noticed?" He brought his hand up to his face, pinching at the bridge of his nose with a gruff sigh. "You can’t keep running yourself ragged like this. Love, you need rest - many days of it."
Slowly, Astarion let go of your mouth and nudged you forward enough to close the bedroom door behind the two of you. He let out a dramatic sigh of his own, leaning back against the wall. "He’s right, you know. Even I can’t stand to see you so... out of it, dear." The soft sound of water flooded your ears, a faucet left on in the bathroom. It pooled into the wooden tub, steam rising and fogging the windows and mirrors. They had started a bath for you with candles lowly lit on the countertops. A small pile of books laid to the side along with a tray of fruits, crackers, and cheeses.
Astarion leaned in close, his hands gently resting on either side of your waist. "Let us take care of you for once." The creaking of the floorboards made Halsin’s presence known before you saw him standing in front of you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. His finger caressed your cheek, dipping below your chin to tilt your head up and focus your gaze on him. "Just a few days, we’ll take care of everything."
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
Jamie Verdant
Maybe Jamie's a bit too protective, but that's exactly why she's such a great bodyguard. She lives to protect you, and she can't bear the idea of you getting hurt. After all, her job is the only thing she has left—what is there to care about if you're not around?
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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