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I love the dynamic of Durge x Astarion I will never shut up about it

It’s BPD x BPD

It’s “Daddy issues make you a people pleaser” x “mommy issues make you a sociopath”

It’s messy and codependent

It’s just two creeps figuring out how to be functioning people again

It’s “hey wanna see something fucked up?” x “ew that’s disgusting, let me see!”

It’s “I can make him worse” x “I can make him worse”

But it’s also “I need to be better for his sake” x “I need to be better for his sake”

It’s “was that good? Am I good? Tell me I’m good. Tell me I good.” x “I’m having feeling again! You remember feelings right?”

It’s not Louis and Lestat but it is Claudia and Louis

It’s two rescued cats meeting in a shelter that despite their aggressive and apprehensive attitudes formed an inseparable bond and now can only be adopted together.

Yes the reason romanced Astarion doesn’t react when durge is laying dead on the floor of the Bhaal temple and just gives a generic companion response is because the game developers only had so much time and budget so scenes that definitely should’ve had something got overlooked.

However consider this. Astarion doesn’t react because he can’t. After 200 years of being constantly subjected to horrible shit he just doesn’t react to horrible things. In the past reaction would either lead to punishment or just encourage Cazador to push him further. It takes him at least 5 to 7 business days to process traumatic events.

Imagine he doesn’t react much at all and your other companions that were with you and saw what happened are just constantly like “are you ok???” Maybe they're even mad at him accusing him of not caring or not loving them enough. Even durge tries to make sure he’s ok but they know him well enough to not push it or assume he just doesn’t care.

Then a week later maybe they’re all out shopping or down at the tavern just trying to relax for a moment and it hits him. All at once all the terror, all the grief, all the anger he felt as he watched Bhaal take the blood from their veins comes crashing down.

Everyone had nightmares

Sometime a family is an orphan, her cat, a dog, a disgraced demigod, a run away vampire spawn, and an Owlbear cub

Love getting the dark urge ‘kill your lover’ scene before Astarion’s confession.

Imagine you’re Astarion:

The person you fell in love with while trying to seduce and manipulate into protecting you, who you cuddle with often enough you assume that must be why they woke you up: “hey wake up, I’m going to kill you because I love you”

And the man still confesses a few days later.

I like to imagine it’s his big wake up call that he’s fucked up and fallen in love with them.

His, “I’m more worried about you, you give me something to care about and that’s worth the peril”

Dark Urge twist on the drawing Astarion trend where their drawing him being dissected like a 1600s medical illustration with little hearts all over the page. He peaks over their shoulder to see it like, “I feel sorry for the poor wretch that caught your affection.” And no one at camp has the heart to tell him.

Drew a scene from my Durge x Astarion fic cause I’m so normal about this man

Been think about some angst with Ascended Astarion and Chosen Dark Urge. Like after defeating the nether brain and after they’ve been come a spawn completely under his thrall, how do you think Bhaal would feel about that? What do you think is stronger, the will of a vampire ascendant or the will of a god? Both battling for dominance over durge’s mind.

Astarion doesn’t use his power over them very often, he doesn’t need to. And Bhaal’s urge usually isn’t an issue, after all murder and vampirism go perfectly well together. But eventually the god grows weary of his perfect spawn being a slave to a pompous lord and freedom is only one bite away.

When the urge took over and they bared their fangs to their love and master, they were cuddling in his chambers. Astarion clung to them as they pressed little kisses along his jaw trailing down to his neck. So comfortable, so safe in their arms he almost missed the sharp point of his precious spawn’s fangs scraping against his neck. But as he felt the pressure of them biting down he jolted out of their arms, commanding them to stop. The heart break he felt at their betrayal masked with rage. At his command they loosened their grip on him hesitating just enough for him to get away. With their fangs bared and eyes glazed over they looked like little more than a rabid animal. He hadn’t seen them like this in years, not since that night in the shadow cursed lands. Astarion commands them to stop, to come back to him as Bhaal urges them to attack, to drain him of every last drop. They scream and contort as their mind splits in two, every neuron in their damaged brain a battle ground and Bhaal is winning. They stagger towards Astarion twitching and off balance, as he tries to concentrate all his power on controlling them. They lounge at him with a ferocity he had only seen them unleash upon their victims. They barley caught his wrist in their maw, tearing at his flesh rather than piercing but it was enough. As his blood ran down their throat, his power over them faded. Just as his will left them so did the urge leaving their mind empty and broken but free.