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When Love Fights Back-The Pale Elf's LOVE Karma

"How?"

Maki chuckles a little.

"Your mask has been slipping quiet a lot lately." Astraion was taken a back realizing the times he has been real not acting away like usual.

"I do accept your apology, Astraion."

Astraion smiles but a real smile not the fake ones that he usually puts on a day-to-day basis.

The cycle is breaking. It is time to be real not fake. They made amends that night and it ended there.

Maybe...

A few days had passed since the incident. The usual goes of traveling to the City of Baldur's Gate. They made it to the city after a long day of traveling.

Maki decided to go to the shops to find paints and canvases to do a painting project.

At camp, Maki settled in and ready to start on the painting project, but she remembers something. A discussion of Astraion saying he has no memory of how he looks like ever since he became a vampire against his will. Maki felt bad that she had decided to do a painting for Astraion. So, she does. Maki works on the painting. She later then finishes the painting and prepares herself to give it to Astraion.

The moment comes later that night.

Maki makes her way to Astraion's tent. "Astraion." She calls him. "I have a gift for you." She hands him the canvas painting which he takes. Astraion receives the gift that left him speechless at the gift from Maki. An overwhelmed of emotions crashed down onto him over a painting. Not just any painting. A special painting. It is him. He now knows how he looks like. After two hundred years being a vampire against his will. Not seeing their reflection in any shape until Maki walked into his life. She did a painting of him. A kind warm hearted gesture. He keeps his composure and says, "Thank you." Then he goes into his sassy attitude admiring the painting. "I look so handsome and gorgeous in this painting!" He tells Maki in his usual sassy please tone. "I'll admire it forever." Astraion does not break eye contact on the painting. Maki nods at him with a smile to let him know that she appreciates it. He smiles back then draws his attention back to the painting.

Something feels off for him. He realizes that Maki did not have any emotion nor reaction to his silly commitment joke. It hits him. He remembers that night when he heard her cry after the fight that they had.

Maki stands there about to walk away. "Well then... Goodnight." Already turned away from Astraion. Astraion hurries to stop by grabbing her arm. "Maki, wait!" Maki stops turns to him with tears in her eyes. "Maki..." He takes her into his arms, holding them into a hug. He holds her in place like his life depends on it and does not want to lose her.

Maki on the other hand is in shock sightly squeezing his shirt. "Thank you, my dear." He brings her closer to the point that their hairs are touching. "I appreciate it very much." Astraion tells Maki in a kind meaningful tone. He hopes his words got to her not taken the wrong way. Maki struggles to say anything but forces them out.

"You're welcome." She chokes out on her words but slightly disguises it into a yawn.

"Oh, getting tired?" Astraion lets go of her as she nods "yeah." She looks at him. "Goodnight, Astraion." Maki turns away walking in a fast pace towards her tent trying to keep her composure intact, but Maki got tackled inside to being pinned against the wall.

"You put on quiet the show" says the voice that she can recognize anywhere from. It was Astraion. He is looking down at her but with concern in his eyes. "Don't you?" Astraion strokes the tear off from Maki's cheek before it could roll down her face. "You do not need to pretend, Maki." He grabs her by the chin to tile her attention towards him. "Pretend what-" Maki begins to speak gets cut off by Astraion. "Don't pretend that I can see you are hurting inside." He states to her. "I meant what I said back there." The red blood crimson eyes meet the mix match eyes. "I'm sorry for hurting you." Maki studies him close as a warlock herself can tell either their telling lies or the truth. It turns out he is telling the truth. He means well. Astraion is trying to break out of his bad habits to be real as he can be on his own accord. Maki's eyes betray her that they begin to water once again. Her body is crying and telling her it is okay to cry. Astraion on his own accord wraps his arms around Maki and does his best to comfort her.

"If I had the ability to take your pain, I would do it in a heartbeat." Astraion says to Maki, but she lets out a sad laugh mixed with a scoff. "That will be great, but you have already suffered enough." She looks up at him with a confident smile. "Let me be your shield of your pain." Astraion smiles. "No" he adds "We can be each other's shields."

Gravity stops whatever and the two lean in for a kiss.

Small Bonus

The Next day comes with them in bed and the bedsheets wrapped around them. They both had one hell of a passion night. Both are covered in marks and love bites from each other.

Astraion asks Maki as they cuddle sitting up on the bed. "Where did you get this tent from?" Maki gives a small mischievous smile. "I 'borrowed' it from my father before moving into one of my father's close friends in the city of Baldur's Gate." Astraion chuckles. "You never mentioned of your father before." Maki answers "It's complicated but will tell through time." He smiles in understanding then brings her for a hug.

"Say May I stay in your tent with you?" Astraion gives Maki his usual charming look that causes her to laugh a little. "Ah you're such a goof sometimes." She nods. "Sure, you can stay here with me."

The End

Picture for the story was a commission drawn by my friend Aze on twitter. Aze's twitter handle: https://twitter.com/Azezazel

The Commission from a scene in the story by Aze: Astraion and Maki Bane (My costume character warlock in Baldur's Gate 3)

Fun fact: My warlock Maki Bane is a character I play in my real-life Dungeons and Dragons Campaigns with my friends. This is different compared to how I play her in Dungeons and Dragons to writing about my warlock Maki Bane in stories.