I Found (слэш)

He screams, unholy and pitched and ripped from him like something desperate. He beats against the stone though he knows it will do nothing but hurt him, his head already fuzzy from the pain, blood coated behind his teeth and tangled in his curls. He might even cause the rock to crush him, should he wriggle any further.
Perhaps it’d be merciful enough to kill him. It would be preferable to being stuck here in the invasive quiet and the dark, helpless and unable to fight his way out.
A year of silence—he could not bear to do it again.
 
(Or, Astarion is trapped beneath rubble. Gale comes to his rescue.)