3 Works by writerghost
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“That’s— good,” Madelaine says, haltingly, as though unsure how to proceed when not getting met with an argument. Vesper always feels just the tiniest bit triumphant whenever she makes the older girl falter.
She turns on her seat then, away from her vanity and instead facing the bed in which Vesper is perched on. She looks the other girl up and down, frowning as she mutters, “Twenty one, huh.”
“So?”
She scowls, “I cannot believe you’re older than me, even by a technicality.”
“Because I’m not,” Vesper says easily, “You’ve lived so much more than me — and I’m not calling you old, I’m just stating a fact,” she adds when Madelaine opens her mouth to try and start another argument.
Maybe Vesper isn't half-human, half-bat. Maybe the Reverand was right and she's always been half-nothing. Maybe she wants more things than she should, and maybe she doesn't have a choice but to deal with that. She just wishes everything wasn't so needlessly complicated.
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Madelaine drops her coat, heels and red-tinted sunglasses on a nearby armchair before commanding, “Make room,” as she drops horizontally on the couch, throwing her legs over Vesper’s lap.
Vesper obeys without second thought, her hands coming to rest on top of Madelaine’s knees. “Comfortable?” She asks, which Madelaine would consider flirting if it came from anyone else, but not Vesper. Never from Vesper.
It’s as infuriating as it is a relief.
A part of Madelaine feels like she should hate Vesper. Another wants to sink her teeth into the other girl's throat just to see what happens.
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there is a light that never goes out by writerghost
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
30 Jul 2025
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“You should know you’re not the only one who’s been staring, darling.”
Shadowheart’s eyes snapped to Astarion’s waiting smirk, her scowl forming in less than a heartbeat. “What in the hells are you talking about?” she demanded, despite unfortunately having a pretty good idea of the subject already. At least Astarion had the decency to approach her when she was by herself.
“Please. You’re very perceptive. You must have noticed the lovestruck eyes Gale keeps making at our fearless leader when he thinks no one is looking. Or the — shall we say, intense way Lae’zel stares at them after hard won battles. Even our dear Blade of Frontiers seems quite smitten as of late—”
“And all that concerns me, how?”
“Don’t be coy, dear. It’s an awful look on you.” Astarion’s eyes were practically sparkling.
“And why, do tell, are you so interested in this matter?”
His smile somehow widened even more as he proclaimed, “Oh, the drama entertains me greatly.”
(Or: a Shadowheart character study that goes through all three Acts, and how a campaign could look like if Larian had let me make my Tav a Harper from the beginning.)