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"My Raven, my song of life and my sweet spore druid. Will you give me the honor of dancing for your vampire?"
His hand was held down, and his eyes so full of love. At that moment, Corvis didn't feel too tired, or too unkempt or unwell from the twins.
At that moment, Corvis felt the way Astarion regarded him.
Like a most precious Lord Acucin that was worshiped.
"You would give me no better honor, my love."
Corvis smiled as he slid his hand slowly into his husband's, and the two began to twirl over the ballroom. Corvis looked out amongst the sea of the gala goers, and took a breath as he smiled. Thinking of how they got here... no, not just that. Of seeing the fruition on what they did to get here.
Baldur's Gate transforming from the twisted and corrupt slaughterhouse of the Lower City, and the greedy scheming of the Upper City, into something that can could florish. Just like the spores that called to him since he would run through the woods with his father. The death, the decay, and even the tragedy had been necessary in a way. For with each death, a rotten thread of the tapestry had been pulled out and rethreaded with a spool of gold that glimmered.
The heroes of Baldurs Gate, but Corvis knew they were more than just heroes, and there were more than just the 9 of them. So much more.
Malistair danced with his fiancee, well one of them. What was once a swarmy nobleman now was a reawaken active member of the community. No longer content to hide away in the palaces of his family wealth and legacy, to turn his back on the unlucky fate most of his kind suffered, he was an activist for better wellbeing for tieflings. Speaking out against the protests for the refugees, paying off those to strike down legislatives and laws that punished the poor and unlucky. He pushed for justice, for wellness, for care.
And yet despite it all, Malistair cared not for the laurels he was receiving for his actions. No, what made him content was the Master of the Tower who was contently dancing with him, in his arms, his head on his chest. The two tieflings, both prickly and only worried for themselves now were saviors of the community. Their Sephea smiling as she watched them contently, chatting with Cal and Lia.
Corvis drifted his eyes over, seeing Wyll laughing as he held Gale close by the waist. Two men hurt by women of power, finding comfort in their love to create their own power. Ambition purified with kindness and humility. Karlach grinning as she rested a hand on her hip, speaking eagerly with Wyll. To think she was a woman desperate to survive being hunted, a woman who just wanted to be free... and now she was. She had taken the agony of the hells, and turned the raging burns into soothing warmth for others to look up to in hope. Never losing her zest for life, a zest that helped the rest of Corvis' found family.
Shadowheart and Laezel should be here soon, the two of them going from lunging at each other's throats to a deep respect and loyalty that manifested into love. Was it possible? If that was possible, all miracles were possible.
They weren't just heroes, no, they were miracles. The Miracles of Men.
Speaking of such, Vasilisa nodded to him when they made eye contact as Corvis was spun. She was standing next to her husband, content to watch from the background. She always would be a bit shy around strangers, but she seemed so happy as she held her baby close. Little Anya slept contently, currently looking much like Zevlor although Corvis couldn't help but wonder if that would change.
"And why oh why is my pretty darling not making eye contact on me, hmm?" Astarion chuckled softly. Gently hooking Corvis' chin to look up into his eyes. Smiling warmly.
And Astarion... the greatest miracle of them all. Suffering for all those years nearby yet lonely... and despite feeling hollow and numb, deep within Astarion still remained. Remained defiant, remained hopeful even if he said he had lost hope, even if he said there was no use fighting because Astarion knew better because he did and he would always. Fight.
"I'm sorry dearest, I suppose you can say I've been... lost in thought." Corvis murmured, leaning forward to pressed his nose against Astarion's.
"Yes, I always did have that effect on you didn't I?"
Astarion smirked, but his eyes were soft. Not just in tenderness, but in the intensity of the redness as well. With the fact Astarion was no longer starving everyday, was no longer constantly fighting to live one more day, he was starting to look healthier. He was healthier, and that came with its own benefits.
His eyes were easily mistaken for a reddish brown at most. Only when Corvis had the privilege to lay on his husband's chest at night, staring into those eyes did he see they were red. And the fangs, those gorgeous fangs were starting to retract when not needed, making it easier to have people assume Astarion was albino as Vasilisa did all those months, near a year ago.
It... it was a year, wasn't it? Yes.... perhaps that is why Corvis was nostalgia even as Astarion swept him into a gloriously intense dip.
"Little Star? Can we go outside?" His voice is soft, breathless against Astarion's ear.
"Oh? Is the party no longer that exciting?" Teased Astarion in his usual charming, perfect way. Yet in his newly acquired charming, perfect way, he gladly took Corvis with him without fuss.
They were able to slip away to the balcony, unnoticed by friends and compatriots thankfully. At least, for the moment.
Astarion smiled as he turned around to face Corvis.
"So tell me, what did you bring me out fo-" His question was cut off by Corvis pressing his lips against Astarion's. Cupping his cheeks tenderly, as Corvis poured all his love into the kiss.
Astarion moaned softly as he pushed forward, until Corvis was against the wall. Holding him in his arms adoringly, with just as much reverence and tenderness as Corvis held him. Their bodies moved like a perfect duet, molding against each other in the familiar tempo of what fit, what was touched, what pressed, and what worshipped. Cold and warm. Fire and ice.
Their love, culminated in their sleeping dhampir at home, the perfect medley to this connection, to this devotion...
It made Corvis cry. He thought at best, he would find a small tavern to entertain the patrons for coin, and live a lonely, if peaceful, existence. Utterly forgettable. Instead he had friends. He had family. Be was the Hero of the Swords Coast...
"Love? What is wrong?" Asked Astarion concerned as he gently stroked his Raven's cheek. Looking concerned, and yet Corvis saw it too. The tears in his eyes...
"Gods Astarion. Our Love... it's God. It has to be, we have had each other for one year. Been heroes... been a family. And the gods didn't create that... we did. Our love it... I..."
"Corvis, if I could ask... will you marry me again, year after year, I want us to have these moments. Of worshiping our love. Please... Will you be my husband for another year?" Astarion gently entwined his hand with Corvis', before lifting up the hand to kiss his palm. All while making eye-contact with him.
Corvis gave a choked sob, and nodded.
"If you will have me, Lord Acucin... I will gladly marry you again. And again. And for the rest of my life."
For in the end, that was what Corvis needed above all else.
He needed Astarion.
And Astarion needed him.
What could be more beautiful than a love in one's very blood.