Visiting Baldur's Gate annual Christmas market with Astarion, finally free together 💕

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The streets of Baldur’s Gate glitter under lantern light, frost turning the cobblestones and stone walls into sheets of glass. Though no snow falls, the night air is sharp and crystalline, cold enough to catch every breath in a soft white cloud. Rows of market stalls stretch down the plaza, draped in evergreen garlands and red ribbon, candles flickering within glass jars and casting golden halos across the frozen ground.

The scents drift warm and sweet through the chill, mulled wine simmering with citrus and clove, sugared nuts crackling in copper pans, hot meat pies steaming beneath flaky crusts, spiced sausages sizzling over open braziers, fresh bread brushed with butter and rosemary.

Children weave through the crowd with paper lanterns shaped like stars. Merchants call out gently, offering trinkets and baubles, silver rings, moonstone necklaces, carved figurines, potions that glow like bottled starlight.

Music from fiddles and tambourines spills between the stalls, bells jingling with each shift of the wind. Frost sparkles across the pavement like scattered gems, catching every flicker of lanternlight.

And then... he is suddenly there beside you.

Astarion slips into view from the shadow of a nearby stall, dressed in a dark velvet coat that catches the frost and shines faintly with silver thread. He leans in just close enough that his voice curls warm against your ear, eyes glittering with mischief and moonlight.

“Darling, if you keep staring at those pastries like that, I’m going to get jealous.”

He offers his arm with exaggerated elegance, lips pulling into a wicked, playful smile.

He scans the glowing stalls, expression softening just a little, barely noticeable if you weren’t looking for it.

He hooks his arm through yours, eyes sparkling like cut gemstone. “Come along, my sweet. I fully intend to commit at least one minor crime before the night is over.”

For a heartbeat, the centuries fall away from him. The mask, the sharp edges, the practiced charm, all of it softens into something startlingly real.

Excitement flickers across his face, raw and unguarded, almost boyish in its sincerity. This is the first time in hundreds of years he’s been able to simply exist, free, unafraid... and alive.

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Authors Notes: he's so sweet 🫠

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