Halsin Making Clover As Comfortable As Possible While He's Stuck

Halsin making Clover as comfortable as possible while he's stuck 🍀🍯

Part 3/3 is up on patreon 🌿

ducks......

Halsin had different connections than Astarion did. He knew where his ancestors were from - he knew his own connections too, tied heavily to where his family rested beneath the Grandfather Tree. Halsin expected, when it was his time, he would go to ground there too. The way that Astarion worked at his knees was enough to draw his attention back to Astarion, and he nuzzled against Astarion's shoulder when it was apparently that the rogue was struggling a bit.

Halsin hadn't realized - or perhaps just hadn't thought ahead so far - that this might have been so difficult for Astarion. Halsin let an arm wrap around Astarion's waist to offer himself further. He pressed a kiss to Astarion's temple, letting out a quietly little sound as if to respond to the sound that Astarion made. "Astarion," He began quietly, wrapping himself close as they seemed to burrow into one another.

"Do you think that I will leave?" Which - he could understand that concern, if Astarion had never had someone to stay for him and to fight for him. What Astarion needs the most is that sort of endless support. Halsin can think of few better equipped to love a vampire than someone who will see his own version of millennia. "Do you know much of Druids, my love?" Halsin nuzzled in against Astarion's temple and his body took on the slightest sway.

It moved them both, not unlike a tree's branches caught in a soft wind. "It is true, I do not think I would survive as long as you can, however, we are graced by Silvanus with a Timeless Body - and I will see millennia. Perhaps still at your side." He could not see himself leaving the Vampire, not currently. "We may not have a pack, but, who is to say that the adventure will be done?" His tone was more hopeful - trying to offer up to Astarion the promise that this was not finite. That Halsin had no thoughts to leave his side, not as long as he was fortunate enough to have Astarion want him there.

What will you do next? 

A question that pressed too hard, too soon, pushing him toward the verge of spiralling madness Astarion wasn’t prepared to face. Fear – gnawing, hollow – tugged at the recesses of mind. There wasn’t a place for vampires in Baldur’s Gate. There wasn’t a place for him anywhere, really. You were either wealthy enough to carve out a corner of the world, force the masses to bow under your command, or you were hunted like an animal– shunned, driven into the shadows.

The delicate flower in his grasp had withered in a game of love me, love me not, petals lost to some idle cruelty, and his attention drifted to Halsin’s knees beneath his fingertips, kneading the solid muscle there as though it might ground him, tether him to the present.

“I…” The words snagged in his throat, not ready to form. A crease of frustration furrowed his brow, and for once, Astarion wasn’t quick with his tongue. “I suppose once the tadpole stops shielding me from the sun, I’ll be back to hiding in shadows.” His voice was quieter, roughened with uncertainty. There was talk of Barovia, of eternal mist shielding the cursed land from daylight, but it belonged to some vampire lord, and the thought of getting all tangled in another web of deceit made his skin crawl.

Astarion shifted, letting the weight of his body lean into the druid’s, head finding rest against the rousing warmth of Halsin’s shoulder. His hands followed suit, tracing the sliced muscles along the archdruid’s arms before wrapping them securely around him. A sigh, long and heavy, spilled from his lips. Exhaustion carved every corner of his face, the facade slipping.

“As much as I love being eternal, I’ve come to realize... all good things eventually end. Walking in the sun, adventure in a pack... us.” The last word lingered on his tongue. It settled in his chest like a wound left to fester, bleeding quietly, steadily. Something that would never fully heal.

@bearlydruid

sleeping arrangements (not sure tara would ever actually deign to sleep in the same 20ft radius as shovel but who can resist those big shiny insectoid black eyes 🥺)

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"Hey, you're that guy, aren't you?"

Halsin paused before he turned back to look at the other, one large shoulder shrugging. "It depends on who you are looking for." He offered the words with a small smile, scared forehead furrowing just a bit. There was no immediate recognition, but, with as many that came looking for him for various reasons he wasn't phased by it. "Did you need some help?" - It was a fair assumption about why they'd come his way.