#but gortash is not a 'young man' by any stretch of the imagination

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Controversial statement: I do not get the thirst for Gortash. Just like ... visually. He's a cool enough villain to thirst over in theory, and his style is absolutely enviable (zing), but like ... He's just not doing it for me. Even after I heard the drider's nasty and creepy voice and saw his face up close I thought he was kinda fuckable. But Gortash?

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #he just kinda looks like ... he's an old guy trying to pull off an emo look to fit in with the kids ya know? #also why does he keep getting described as a 'young man' when he's ... not #someone uploaded a yassified gortash to nexus and ngl i am tempted #just to not get that cognitive dissonance of 'young man' and it's just a geezer on screen #even astarion being called 'boy' i let slide because yeah that's my boy #but gortash is not a 'young man' by any stretch of the imagination

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His Dearest Companion

Oneshot

Durge x Gortash

Young Enver Flymm was just sold by his parents to pay off their debts. The warlock grabbed his hands and bid farewell, Enver glanced one last time at his parents, his mother looking sorrowful but had no choice, their house that he may not ever see again, and the place, Baldur’s Gate, where people thrive.

They travelled into the hells where fires and brimstones are around.

The warlock transformed into a skeleton, still wearing the same robes. From there, he met a man, with eyes as a brown as his hair, Devishly handsome and voice so alluring and poetic.

“Young man, do you have a name?”

“Enver — Gortash. Enver Gortash sir.”

“You will now work for me here, in the House of Hope, where the souls come in search of Hope. “

As Enver navigated the challenges of Hells, he met a young Tiefling, with hair as white as the moon, paired with piercing red eyes.

“Are you new here?” She asked. “We can play together after work.”

Seeing the first person of his age approach him, this may be the normal person he could have met.

“My name is Durge, you can tell me stories when you were in the mortal plane, we can also play hide and seek in this house.”

Durge became a steadfast ally, offering companionship when he feels alone, encouragement and advice in moments of doubt. Their connection was an invisible thread woven through the fabric of Enver’s daily life, a bond that transcended the boundaries of the tangible world.

One day, as Enver stood on the brink of a major decision, doubts and insecurities crept into his mind. Durge, with her gentle glow, appeared by his side, encouraging him to embrace the uniqueness of his ideas. Inspired, Enver continued to plan his escape in the Hells, dodging Nubaldin and not leaving any trace.

He was able to escape Hells, a feat for someone mortal that not everyone can accomplish, he has his friend with him, together they are inseparable. Enver Gortash worked his way out to become a public servant, he climbed the ladder atop and realized he wanted more power and together with his friend, they can accomplish everything they desire. As years passed their connection deepened. Durge, with her presence and wisdom it became part of Enver’s daily life. Their laughter echoes through the waking streets as they discuss their missions and other potential allies.

However, one day, as Enver stood on the precipice of power, a subtle shift occurred. Durge’s presence began to fade, and Enver started to question the reality of his companion. Doubt crept into his thoughts like shadows stretching across the meadows.

“Deliver this message and package to Durge, make sure she gets ready by sundown, we can’t miss the ball tonight.” Enver gave his message to his butler.

“Who sir?”

“Durge, come on now I don’t have time for these games.”

Enver looks at the face of his butler clueless as ever.

In a moment of introspection, Enver realized that Durge, despite the joy and comfort she provided, might be a creation of his own longing for friendship and adventure. The vibrant tales they had woven together felt like whispers of a distant dream. A sense of melancholy washed over Enver as he acknowledged the truth – Durge was a figment of his imagination. The games they played, the secrets they shared, all confined to the realms of make-believe. It was a tender farewell to a friend who had been a reflection of Enver’s innocent yearning for companionship.

As Enver embraced the reality, the memories of Durge lingered, leaving an indelible mark on his heart. He learned to navigate the complexities of growing up with newfound resilience, drawing strength from the lessons he believed Durge had imparted...

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