Halsin's Bugged Ending
Halsin x Tav (Gwen)
Summary: After the Netherbrain, Halsin and Gwen created their own community, a shelter for anyone who needed. During the reunion, however, Halsin drinks a bit much and momenterily forgets the last six months.
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A/N: Based on the game bugging for me in the epilogue.
Six months had passed since the defeat of the Nether Brain.
Six months since the tadpole was extinguished and Gwen’s mind was quiet again.
Six months since she and Halsin, along with many other refugees, left the city and created their own community, hidden from the rest of the world and open to any who seek shelter.
Now, the couple found themselves back at the camp where their adventures began, alongside the others. Withers had organized the party, gathering everyone, including Scratch and the Owlbear Cub.
After getting misty eyed from reading the letters from old acquaintances, Gwen decided to go speak with everyone else. From the corner of her eye, she saw Halsin and Astarion drinking, but she knew the druid well enough to not worry about it.
“How have things been?” Wyll asked. He and Karlach had spent the last quarter of a year in the Hells, fighting Zariel’s armies and were now closer to solving the tiefling’s engine problem.
Gwen told him about the commune she and Halsin had created, about the children, Thaniel and Oliver. “I even convinced my mother to go live with us.” Gwen laughed. “She was mad about me disappearing for so long, but she quite likes it there.’’
“And are you happy? I remember how you used to say you wanted to keep adventuring.”
She sighed. “If you spent the first eighteen years of your life in the middle of the woods, with only your mother as company, of course you’d want to explore what the world had to give.” She said. “But that was seven years ago, and after all we’ve been through, I’m glad to have some peace and quiet.”
Gwen paused, thinking of everything that had happened. “I’ve found that I quite missed this sense of normalcy.” She smiled. “Besides, waking up in your lover’s embrace everyday does make things a whole lot better.”
Wyll chuckled. “Talking about him, where is Halsin?”
“He was talking with Astarion, I believe.”
On cue, the vampire walked up towards them, a playful look on his face. “Dear Gwen, may I have a moment with you?”
She looked back to Wyll. “Go on, I’ll see you later.” She nodded and turned her attention towards the elf.
“What did you do?”
“My, why do you assume I did anything?” Astarion said.
Gwen raised a brow. “You’re making the same face the children make when they’ve done something they shouldn’t.” She put her hands on her hips. “Spit it out.”
“You’re no fun.” Astarion pouted. “Fine. I may have gotten the big guy drunk.”
“What?” Gwen’s eyebrow went up. In their time together, she had never seen Halsin drunk. She even began to question if he had the ability to do so. “How did you do that?”
“We were commenting on how good the wine was, and I managed to convince him, Shadowheart and Minthara to do a little drinking competition.” He explained, smirking. “Either the wine is too good or Halsin’s much more of a lighter drinker then I assumed, but he was the first to get shit faced.” Astarion laughed. “It was quite amusing, actually.”
“Why?”
“Well, for one, he was talking about how he was oh so happy to see you again after so long. How these six months have been so lonely without you. He asked us if you had been seeing someone and when we said yes, he almost burst into tears.”
Gwen sighed. “And where is he now?”
“I think Shadowheart had left him near the water. Good luck with him.” Astarion said and left, the little shit.
After walking a bit, she found the druid sat on the ground, his legs crossed while looking out into the river, a bottle of wine in his hands.
She approached him silently, and put a hand on his shoulder while taking the wine. “I think that’s enough drinking for you, love.”
He turned around, eyes widened. “Gwendolyn Gray…it’s been so long.”
“Okay, you’re way more drunk than I thought if you’re going to be using my full name.” She whispered. Gwen sat down next to him and took his hands. He hadn’t heard what she said.
The druid looked at her, eyes full of sadness. “Is it true what they said? That you have found someone?” She bit her lip to contain a laugh. “I won’t judge you for it. You are not tied to me after all.”
She nodded. “Yes, I have settled down with a certain someone.”
Halsin sniffled. “That’s…that’s good.”
“Yes.” She nodded. “He’s a great guy, you know. Big heart, gentle but a fierce protector of nature. Also extremely handsome.”
“I see…” He looked down. “Well, you and your partner are always welcome in my community. I would…love to see you there, one day.”
That broke Gwen and she let out a laugh, confusing the elf. “I don’t understand what’s so funny.”
“Darling, I’m talking about you!”
“What?”
She leaned closer to him. “I think you might have drank too much.” The sorcerer pressed a kiss to his forehead and stood up, offering her hand. “Come.”
He did as he was told, brows furrowed, following Gwen. Halsin saw her speaking with Jaheira. The other druid laughed and then cast something on him.
In an instant, he felt his mind clear.
“Halsin, in the past six months, where have I been?” His lover asked.
“You came with me, with the other refugees. We have our little community, away from prying eyes.” Gwen sighed. His brow furrowed. “Why the question?”
She laughed and shook her head. “Nothing, nothing, I just wanted to see if you were alright.”
Confusion was written on his face. He put a hand on her shoulder. “My heart, are you well?”
Gwen smiled, putting a hand on his cheek. “Everything's perfect, my love.” She kissed him on the lips. “I’ll explain later. For now, let’s enjoy the rest of this party.”
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