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Shades, Demons, and Spirits.

“Would you die for me?” Takes place in a world where people die but they don’t have to go anywhere. A persons form may change, but death is not the end of anything.

How would that affect the relationships people have with each other? How would it shape a culture?

What choices would you make and how would you approach life differently?

And if you had to…would you die for me?

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Poll time!

So I finally wrote the next chapter! Will Sasha and Marlie make amends? Probably not…but can you predict what else might occur…

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Here we go y’all! My first attempt at creating my Rook: Aurelia Eleanor Cousland. She may be a baby, but she’s my baby 💕

Her mama was livid when she showed up to court with the Cousland nobility tattoo 😹

“You’re supposed to be hiding your identity!”

Aurelia reps her heraldry with pride 💕 her mother sacrificed everything so they could have it.

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Empathy is the practice of imagining or trying to deeply understand what someone else is feeling or what it's like to be in their situation.

Empathy does not require exact experience.

I may not know exactly what you’re going through but I’ve felt sadness.

I may not know exactly what you’re going through but I’ve felt lonely.

I may not know exactly what you’re going through but I’ve felt lost.

I can reach across our differences and meet you where you are, and I will hold space for you however you need it.

I care, you matter, I’m here ❤️

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Would you die for me? Playable Races/ Species

The options for Races would be as follows:

Elf - elves are a hardy and versatile race that has an affinity for spiritual connection. They value community and prioritize the group over the individual. Elves are empaths and have telepathic and psychic abilities.

Human - humans are best known for the irony within their nature. They simultaneously desire to create and destroy. They live as if everything is a competition, and are best known for their educational institutions and cumulation of knowledge.

Dwarf - dwarves are renowned for their creativity. Many are artisans, craftsman, writers, painters and sculptors. They are also immortal with some of the oldest still able to remember the early days of creation. They tend to think in terms of eons and are very future minded.

Shade - what remains of a person after having lived a life in a material form. After death some choose to pass on to other realms of existence, some choose to stay. Shades have a corporeal form that functions similarly to a material body and a phantasmal form.

Demon - what remains of a person after having lived a life in a material form. After death some choose to pass on to other realms of existence, some choose to stay. Demons' existence are tied to a specific purpose, once accomplished they must pass on to another realm. Demons have a corporeal form that functions similarly to a material body with additional powers associated with their purpose.

Spirit - the soul of a person who has opted out of having a corporeal body. They have access to a variety of powers unavailable to Shades or Demons. (In this option you can still romance companions but there are no physical intimacy cut scenes. There would be specific dialogue options around that and unique scenes.)

Would you play this game??

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Would you die for me?

Okay here me out: a CRPG that lets you create a beautiful or creepy gremlin character, along the lines of American McGee's Alice. You pick your class (necromancer, larcenist, huntsman, grifter, conjurer, or devotee), background and spells/abilities.

The game begins with you waking up inside a creepy mansion, you're not sure how you got there or where you are, but you climb out of a coffin and begin to explore. The place is filled with shades some helpful and curious about you some irritated and hostile.

As you explore the rooms you find clues as to who's house this is and who might've lived here. Some of the doors are locked others are open and in a few there are coffins. If you open one you will find a person within, and if you interact with the "body" you will be whisked away to a "memory"...

This memory is of a significant time and place in the person's past, you must help them find a solution around a difficult situation they have been fixated on, the options vary obviously (and you can either guide them towards closure or prolongation of the given issue) but whatever resolution you come to, afterwards you both find yourselves back in the mansion. After this they climb out of their coffin and become one of your companions :)

Themes of the game would revolve around powerlessness, grief, resilience, and perseverance. The goal of the first act would be to gather your companions, find clues as to where you are and why you're all in this house, unlocking the various doors and sections of the mansion, and to help some of the shades that dwell within the house.

Obviously all the companions are romanceable <3

Would you play this game?

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Would you die for me? Companions

Meet the companions!

Zayne Mcgee (Grifter class): an impoverished inventor who's great-grandmother discovered a way to safely harness the powers of lightning and was famous for it. They are determined to follow in her footsteps and better the world with their own inventions. I envision them as a mix between Milo Thatch and Maurice.

Billy Bob (Bubba) Horton (Necromancer class): a multi-media artist who works primarily with haunted/possessed art pieces. He was propelled to fame after one of his works was displayed in the prestigious Alwun House. He has been suffering from artists block ever since and is looking for a way to break through it. I envision him as a mix between Karen Eiffel and Harold Krick (both from the movie Stranger Than Fiction)

Marina Crystal the Breaker of a Thousand Hearts (Huntsman class): a community activist who spent the last 20 years organizing protests around the deforestation and abuse of the inhabitants of the Glimmerwood Forest. She is an expert on historic preservation and environmental law and desires nothing more than a world where natural resources are respected and treasured. I envision her as a Lucy Kelson type (from Two Weeks Notice)

Princess Emerald Giali (Conjurer class): a diplomat from the kingdom of Cephali who was in the papers for weeks regarding the scandal of her divorce. Rumor says she had an affair with a Devotee in her court (unconfirmed). She is desperate to get back into the good graces of high society and make amends with her royal family while still living her own life. I envision her as a Princess Ann type from Roman Holiday.

Holiday Butterfield (Larcenist class): a "hired hand" who drifts from town to town doing mostly manual labor and seasonal work. They witnessed a murder and were called into the court system to testify against a friend. After the friend was found guilty they were outcast by their community for "snitching." They're quite literally lost on so many levels and are willing to do what they need to do to survive. I envision them as a Tom Joad character with the optimism of Russel from Up.

Vaquez Warant (Devotee class): an ex soldier who spent several years as a military medic. Frustrated with his inability to save the lives of his fellow soldiers on the field he became a devotee to save them mentally and spiritually instead. He hopes to find his own salvation as he leads others along the path. I envision him as a mix between Joe from the Princess Diaries and the priest from Fleabag.

Would you play this game??

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Would you die for me? CRPG

I had to repost this as there's a weird error on my OG post.

Okay here me out: a CRPG that lets you create a beautiful or creepy gremlin character, along the lines of American McGee's Alice. You pick your class (necromancer, larcenist, huntsman, grifter, conjurer, or devotee), background and spells/abilities.

The game begins with you waking up inside a creepy mansion, you're not sure how you got there or where you are, but you climb out of a coffin and begin to explore. The place is filled with shades some helpful and curious about you some irritated and hostile.

As you explore the rooms you find clues as to who's house this is and who might've lived here. Some of the doors are locked others are open and in a few there are coffins. If you open one you will find a person within, and if you interact with the "body" you will be whisked away to a "memory"...

This memory is of a significant time and place in the person's past, you must help them find a solution around a difficult situation they have been fixated on, the options vary obviously (and you can either guide them towards closure or prolongation of the given issue) but whatever resolution you come to, afterwards you both find yourselves back in the mansion. After this they climb out of their coffin and become one of your companions :)

Themes of the game would revolve around powerlessness, grief, resilience, and perseverance. The goal of the first act would be to gather your companions, find clues as to where you are and why you're all in this house, unlocking the various doors and sections of the mansion, and to help some of the shades that dwell within the house.

Obviously all the companions are romanceable <3

Would you play this game?

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Hey Juliette! I think you’re fine, you really blow my mind! Maybe someday, you and me can run away. I just want you to know, I wanna be your Romeo. Hey Juliette! (Hey Juliette!)

blah blah blah... proper name... place name... backstory stuff

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Marlie 😹😹

Zevran's rizz lesson attempt no.1 (fails)

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It’s well established (and confirmed over our Twitch chat) that Marlie is the leader of our BG3 Krewe, but all of the NPCs in Faerûn (with the exception of Cal who’s a smitten kitten) turn to Sasha when they need something.

Anyways I’m getting Marlie a back brace for Christmas, she needs it after carrying us through another boss fight 😸😸😸 art by @astarfruity

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Chapter 8: “Well that happened.”

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Beware Smut ahead!

Pairings: Rolan x Fem Tav

Summary: Marlie and Sasha have just rescued the tieflings from Last Light. Lia found out about the terrible things Rolan said to Sasha while she was held captive and demands that he make amends to her friend. He tries and things get sexy…

“She doesn’t want to see you.”

“Damnation, how can I make things right if you won’t even let me speak to her.”

“You made her cry, Rolan.” Marlie’s voice is radiating impatience.

He says nothing for a moment, I hope he feels bad.

“She’s always crying…” he finally mutters. I roll my eyes, sending Marlie a vision of a dramatic facepalm. I hear her snort in response on the other side of the door.

“Not the point. Now go away.”

“I can’t.” Rolan's voice sounds strained, almost achingly so, “Lia will not give me peace until I fix this.”

“Not my problem.”

I get to my feet with a sigh and open the door of the bedroom I’m taking refuge in. “It’s okay, sis. I’ll at least hear him out.”

“No you won’t.” Marlie's tone is matter of fact, “I’ve got a Silence scroll I've been dying to use, let him say one more rude word...”

“I’d Counterspell it,” Rolan grumbles looking infuriated.

“Really Marlie, it’s fine. I’ll do it for Lia’s sake.” I turn and walk back into the room, Rolan’s quick angry footsteps follow me.

I plop down on one side of the sunken bed and gesture for him to sit on the other. He shakes his head, “This won’t take long.”

“Oh really?” I draw my legs up to sit criss-cross. “Go ahead then, stand there like you're on display.”

He lets out a deep breath between gritted teeth, before coming over to the mattress and perching at the edge of it.

“I…well... I…”

I blink at him, “Yes Rolan, you?”

He visibly gathers himself before responding, humility is very painful for him. "First of all, l apologize. For lashing out at you. Drunkenly, soberly. I should never have yelled…what I did.” He pauses in his intense study of the threadbare coverlet beneath him to look at me. He looks sober and coherent, for the most part. That’s good.

“Great,” I say, “I’m sorry too.”

He cocks his head, surprised. “For what?”

“I should’ve left you alone, after your rescue. I don’t know what I was thinking pushing your buttons like that when emotions were already running so high.”

“Oh,” he pushes his hair back over his horns, “my rescue, yes…it seems I owe you and your sister a great deal…” he’s not bothering to cover his ears with his hair today. They’re surprisingly delicate, almost elf-like. Cute.

“Look, as much fun as this is Rolan, just tell Lia we’re good, okay?” I reach out to pat his back, but think better of it half way there. “Tell her you groveled and all is forgiven.”

“You don’t understand,” Rolan turns his body to face me, “she wants me to DO something for you.”

I make a face, “Like what? Why?”

“You're very dear to her and, damn it, after all she's been through it's the least I can do." He turns away from me again, now addressing the far wall of the bedroom. "She suggested, perhaps, a magic lesson.”

I laugh out loud, he turns a darker shade of red but I ignore it. “Thanks, but that would be a waste of time. I’ve already had a "moment of magic" with your so-called Weave, it didn't go well. I think Mystra hates me.”

He scoffs and regards me with a golden eye, “I could almost believe that. But perhaps you simply had a terrible teacher.”

“I didn’t.”

“Obviously you did, if they failed to impart so simple a concept.”

“Rude, Rolan.”

He takes a deep deep breath and then in one smooth motion kneels down on the floor next to the bed. “Sasha."

I frown at him, what is he playing at?

He looks almost sincere, and pained, as he fixes that golden stare on my face. "Please, allow me to attempt this so that I can appease my recently kidnapped sister.”

“Get up, Rolan.”

“Zurgan, must you be so willfull?"

"Don't you Infernal at me! I don't WANT anything from you. You and I have done enough harm to each other."

He does not move, only glares at me, his tail flicking behind him in obvious irritation.

I look up at the ceiling, this has been such a long day. "Can you please just leave?'

"Not until you agree!” He punctuates this with a loud thump from his tail on the bed. I jump a little and we both look startled.

“Don’t go breaking your tail, now.” I snicker at my own joke, if only to keep the tears at bay. It works. "Fine. I'll agree to this, but just know I'm doing this for Lia, not for you."

“As am I,” he says standing up and brushing off his knees, “ Very well. Come over here.”

“What, right now?”

“Yes!” He looks like he wants to throttle me, I know how he feels.

As I move over to his side of the room he casts something that closes both the door and the window. “To minimize distractions.” He explains brusquely when I raise my eyebrows at him.

He holds out a clawed hand, I take it hesitantly. His grip is delicate but firm. “Wow, you’re really warm.”

He clears his throat, “Yes. Now focus. I will be the conduit…” his further explanation is straight forward only slightly varied from what I remember with Gale. He doesn’t require that I do any hand motions but is still very insistent that I get the verbal component correct. Since this is where I dropped the ball last time, my stomach clenches and I hesitate. He makes a motion with his head as if prompting me. I open my mouth, and I feel all the air leave my lungs in a rush, as if there’s a force emanating from Rolan that propels the words from my gut and out into the universe.

I stare at him wide eyed as an image consumes my mind, a bit like the tadpole connection.

I see myself naked and sweating, breasts bouncing, body writhing. My face is contorted with ecstasy as a horned person buries their sharp incisors into the soft flesh below my collar bone. I cry out as I feel their ridged member sliding in and out of my womanhood. Claws dig into my hips, grinding greedily with need. “Yes! Yes!” I scream, almost weeping with the intensity of it, I’m so close, so close to something. A hot wet mouth closes down over mine and the metallic taste of blood dances on our tongues. I open my eyes and it’s Rolan’s face above me, loving me. Fucking me.

I sit down hard upon the wooden floor. The air is knocked out of me, I see spots and I’m reeling.

“What…what…” it’s Rolan’s voice, he sounds breathless, he’s lying flat on his back, “what the FUCK was that?” He manages finally.

“I don’t- are you alright?” I try to crawl over to him but my legs feel weak. My core is throbbing almost painfully and I feel very…damp.

Something grips me, I look down and see Rolan’s tail is wrapped around my calf. I can feel the ridges pressing into my skin. “Ah, Rolan… would you please…”

I turn back to him and his face is inches from mine, his eyes are almost black, the pupils blown wide. “Is that what you want?” He licks his lips, “why would you show me that?”

“I-I didn’t." My heart is pounding, but I don't move away. "I don’t know what happened.”

“Liar.” He breathes, flashing his fangs. The kiss is messy, hungry, passionate. Heat radiates from every part of him. His hands are on my back, cupping my hips, caressing my breasts.

“Gods below-” my nipples harden beneath his ministrations and heat blossoms in me. His hair tickles my face and as I reach up to smooth it back my fingers brush the ringed base of his horns. He growls in response, pressing me down, climbing on top of me. He tastes like fire and spiced wine, he smells intoxicating, faintly of rose water.

Rose water, I've smelled that before, yes last time I worked the Weave with Gale...

I moan into his mouth, trying desperately to speak between deep kisses, “R-rolan...wait, ah-…”

I gasp as he drags his sharp teeth down the curve of my neck. Clawed fingertips graze over my skin beneath my blouse. His knees are between my thighs and I vaguely wonder if he can feel my desire.

“How dare you,” he mutters against me, "...maddening." He sounds absolutely ragged as his lips trace the line of my jaw, his hot breath burning.

I tug at his hair and our lips crash together again. His mouth is perfect, I whimper as his tongue sweeps against mine. I want more…I want it all…

And then he’s getting to his feet, adjusting his robes. I feel a strong pull as he moves away, his tail is still wrapped around me. He lets out an infernal curse, jerking it after him with his hand. The door shuts firmly behind him.

I slowly raise up onto my elbows and make my way to the bed. My hair has come undone, messy curls tumbling around my shoulders and into my eyes. As I go to gather it back, I notice a couple of scratches on the hand Rolan was holding.

Fuck.

I rub a finger on my tender lips.

What just happened? Was it the Weave, the magic? Or was that vision Rolan’s doing? Was it mine?

Marlie comes in after a couple of minutes, the sounds of chatter behind her increase as she opens the door. “You all right?”

“Yes,” I reply, I clear my throat, “I think he and I are okay now.”

“Oh good.”

“Yeah.”

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Gale/ Rolan Drama Part 12

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Mayhem and Madness

Okay BIG trigger warning for smut, like a lot of it. Fem Tav, human.

Y’all…this game hits different when your Tav is a stand in for yourself.

My sister and I are playing a multiplayer as ourselves, as sisters. I (Sasha) was romancing both Gale and Wyll. Sister (Marlie) is pulling both Astarion and Shadowheart

After a few hours of sleep I stir from my bedroll to go find Gale. I smile to see him waiting for me outside of his tent. As I draw near it's clear that he is illuminated by some sort of arcane light, also he doesn't appear to be breathing.

I approach stealthily, trying my best not to wake anyone, but when the Gale-like figure gives me a small wave, I halt in my tracks. It certainly looks like Gale, it's wearing the robe I purchased for him, it's got his bracers equipped, and the chain-link headband he's worn since the Githyanki creche is centered perfectly on his forehead. 

Then it speaks, "Good evening!" it exclaims cheerfully, there's an odd distortion around it's voice, as if two or three people are speaking simultaneously. "I am here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep..."

"Shhhhh! Keep it down, please!" I glance around, but there's no movement from the other tents. 

"He wishes," it continues in more of a whisper, "to extend you an invitation for a private conversation in a more suitable locale."

"So, just to confirm," I whisper back, "you're not actually Gale? What are you then?"

"A mere projection of Gale." It's stopped whispering despite my shushing motions, "I am a reconstituted version of his appearance, voice and...personality." It gives me a saucy wink, "Would you care to join him?"

"Yes, of course yes," Every moment that passes I become more sure that Marlie is watching from somewhere. The sooner I get out of here the better, "Where is he?"

"Simply follow yonder path and soon you will find him," it gestures vaguely to the east side of camp. 

"Gods I hope so," I say to myself. It would be so very me to get lost in a situation like this. Thankfully, Gale's footprints are clear and easy to read as I make my way out of camp and towards a large clearing to the north. As the trees open up to a grassy knoll I can see a light ahead. My confusion increases as it becomes clear this light is not a fire or a candle. It is emanating from the sky itself. Soon I see Gale, seated in the clearing. He's looking up, arms moving in graceful precise arcs. 

As I step out from the trees, he lets his arms fall, though the light remains. I can see the anticipation on his face, the barely restrained smile, and I'm happy I came. I take a seat next to him in the grass, and turn towards the heavens to admire his handy work. 

"I love this time of night," he says softly.

My face goes slack with wonder as I take in the enormity of what he's crafted in the sky. A gorgeous shifting symphony of blues and purples alights the heavens, graced with a sprinkling of stars. It's the aurora borealis. 

I just stare, captivated by the patterns of light and color, “...the most beautiful of fantasies." I am drawn out of my reverie by the soft tone of his voice. He’s looking at me, not the sky. The starlight is reflected in his eyes. I'm aching for him to touch me.

"It's - it's -" apparently I've lost my executive brain function. "I'm sorry," I say laughing at myself, "I'm overwhelmed. I've always wanted to see the Northern Lights. You did that?"

"Indeed," he sounds proud, "the curse is still present of course. Just beyond this veneer, held at arms length. Not a trick I can repeat often, but tonight? Tonight is different."

"Why?" A cold feeling of dread drapes over me. I try to ignore it but unbidden thoughts rise all the same.

Are we back here again?

"This may be my last night alive," he continues, "I wanted it to be under a canopy of beauty and wonder..." He smiles at me, his eyes narrowing with mischief, sparkling with desire, "...and with company to match."

"How can you say that?" I refuse to be caught up in the moment, not when he speaks of his own death so casually. 

He takes my hand. I want to be spiteful, to pull away. How dare he. After all we've been through? He can just look me in the eyes and give voice to these terrible truths? 

"None of us are guaranteed time, Sasha. Not with the perils we are facing. The tadpoles, the Absolute, this Shadow Curse. Any of us could succumb to these dangers. No use pretending otherwise." 

I say nothing, he continues. "I thought this place, being under this sky with you, might bring me a sense of peace. I thought it might make the weight of what I must do, the responsibility I have been charged with, seem a little smaller. But now..." his face falls, he looks down at our hands, "now I am not so sure."

"I am." My voice is steal, hard, determined. "I've never been so sure. I refuse to believe this is the end." My grip on him is as intense as my voice. "We will find another way. I promise."

"Thank you, but.."

"No!" my voice cracks, and my throat starts to hurt, I swallow hard. "This will not be your fate, Gale. Fuck fate. Fuck the gods, and fuck...fuck it all." I'm fighting to keep the anger from spilling out of my eyes. 

He smiles at my flailing ferocity, my pitiful defiance. "Darling, there is no point running from the inevitable. Better to meet it, to face it, on my own terms."

"Nothing is inevitable, do you hear me? Not when we face it together. You are not alone, Gale. You don't have to die." My vision blurs, and a tear falls onto my wrist, it burns a little. The sky and the world around me become a watercolor scene of purples and blues. The only clear thing is Gale. 

He takes my wet face in his hands, I grip his wrists, desperate for him, desperate for him to see what I clearly know. 

This cannot be the end for us. 

"One night with you," his warms lips gently brush over my forehead, "could sate me for a life time."

"I don't want just one night."

He kisses my cheek, my ear, I cling to him, I breathe deep and dab at one eye with my palm. It stings. 

He murmurs into my neck "Whatever my fate, please know that you're sending me to meet it with a full heart, free from fear." His voice is heavy with sorrow, with sincerity. It’s killing me. "I'm so very glad you came, to share this with me."

I touch his face, feeling the smoothness of his skin, the rough contrast of his beard. I slip my hand into his hair, the brown and silver strands ease though my fingers, shining in the starlight. I trace the firm line of his jaw, his pulse throbs beneath my thumb, quickens as he takes a breath. 

"This must all seem unreal, but I created it for you."

“For me..?”

"You must know that you're..." My fingertips feel the groove in his neck, just above where the orb scars begin to deepen, "you're very special to me." 

I chew my bottom lip. My stomach is in knots. I tuck a lock of hair behind his ear. His earing glints at me. 

He puts his large hand over mine, stopping my progression at the top of his chest. There's a slight sting as his fingers brush over two red scratches. For a moment I freeze, my thoughts flash. I turn my head as if to shy away from it. But I can't.

"Gale." I hear myself say. I feel as if I'm slowly drifting away from myself, the world getting smaller and smaller as I soar off into the heavens, into the sky that Gale made for me. "Something happened today."

"Happened?"

"I- I kissed Rolan."

"You - who?" 

"Doesn't matter," I say quickly, "Something strange happened when I was trying to use the Weave and-"

"You kissed someone...?"

"Yes." I hate myself. I'm ruining everything.

"Well." His body language changes, he lets go of me and moves slightly, out of my reach. "I suppose," he says, after a moment, "you're not exactly beholden to me but I thought..." He ducks his head to meet my eye, and the intensity I see there scares me. "You told me... you said you chose me."

"Yes, I did." 

"Then what-"

"I'm telling you about this because I meant it, I choose you. Even now, with you going on about how death is waiting for you, how this is your fate, your tragic destiny. I- I couldn't sit here under this perfect sky and not tell you, because I want you, Gale. I've always wanted you, from the moment I slapped your hand in that stupid portal, and for more than just one night."

His eyes are large and round and sad. I feel like time has stopped. I can see us sitting together on this grassy knoll, merely inches from each other. My face is tear-streaked and desperate, Gale's is heart wrenchingly vulnerable.

"I'm in love with you." I hear myself say the words and it's like something inside me breaks. 

The moment stretches. My heart is pounding against my ribs, threatening to burst free. I kind of wish it would. Then suddenly he gives a small laugh. My stomach clenches. I feel sick as I look down at my lap. I swore to myself so long ago that I would never tell him, that I would never burden him with the depth of my feelings. I thought I was protecting him. But I see now, at the precipice, that I was just trying to stop myself from breaking my own heart. I've failed. 

I wrap my arms around myself. If I could I would sink into the earth. 

"What a relief," he finally says. I glance at him, afraid of what I'll see, but his gaze is...open. It's still soft but different, he looks lighter. Like a great weight has fallen away from him. “I was so afraid I was just making as ass of myself." He gently tucks back a curl that has fallen in my face "I'm hurt, that you felt the need to test the depths of your feelings, but to hear those words from your lips...I cannot pretend to be anything other than elated."

I laugh too then, and lean over to kiss him. I taste the salt on his lips from my tears, feel the tingling burn of the acidity.

”You must know,” He says when we break apart, “I am not a man who shares. Call me greedy, stubborn or old fashioned, but I cannot change who I am, or how I love. If you are mine, then you are mine alone.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t have you any other way.” I'm pretty sure I'm crying again.

He stands up and I feel a little bereft, "I hope that wasn't a parting kiss." I sound childish, sulky.

"Not if I have any say in the matter," he chortles, pulling me to my feet. His smile is broad, like he can't hold it back. He kisses my forehead again and I nuzzle into him, wrapping my arms around his chest. "I want it to be perfect," he continues, "to bond with you in the way that gods do...intertwining our spirits in visions of the weave." 

"Um," that sounds a little intimidating to me, I'm not even sure what it means. "I don't really need illusions. You're here, standing right in front of me." I stand on tip toe to trail kisses along his neck, "And you already taste divine."

He tangles his hands in my curls, holds my head against his chest, but his voice is hesitant, "Are you sure? I can conjure up any sight that you could dream of, and a few you could not. I could use the Weave to make us feel sensations beyond reckoning..."

I sigh, "I don't think I trust the Weave."

He tilts my face up and touches my nose with his, "Then trust me. Let me do more than woo you. Let me wow you."

I chuckle into his mouth. "Alright. Wow me."

Gale's velvet voice paints a scene of his idyllic tower in Waterdeep; complete with a piano that plays on it's own and a sunset view of the infamous harbor.

It's been so long since I've seen it. I can almost smell the salty air and hear the wind whip the sails of the docked ships.

The day I'd enrolled in New Olamn, stepping off a boat fresh from Neverwinter to begin my training as a bard, I'd been so afraid but so full of hope. To think the tower I'd seen every day on the horizon had been Gale's. We'd been so close to each other. Perhaps I'd passed him in the street while shopping at the markets, or breezed through one of his classes on a tour of Blackstaff. We would've been entirely different people, such a strange thought.

I feel practically giddy as I take in the rows and rows of books lining the walls as he walks me through the interior. They're scattered on every surface. I settle into a comfortable alcove on his balcony and I pick the nearest one to flip through it. I feel my face go crimson as I take in the images, and look up to see Gale watching me, amused. "I see you've found the Art of the Night."

"Leave it you to seduce someone with a book," I turn it around to show him the page that I'm on, my eyebrows raised questioningly at the elaborate image of two people contorted in love making. "That rebellious streak of yours is admirable."

"Allow me to live dangerously while I still can," he smiles and settles next to me. I love when he teases me, I see a younger more optimistic version of him shining through in this moment. It's who he was before the orb, maybe even before Mystra, back when he might've been just Gale, and not Gale of Waterdeep. It tickles me to see it, to experience it.

I love him. 

"...the art of the body. The exploration and acceptance of the self and the other. I say we take a page from their book. What do you say?"

"Huh?" I snap back to the present, " Sorry...I was distracted by...by your face." I sound so dim witted, my cheeks are pink again. 

He puts his arm around me, pulls me into him, "Come here." As he kisses me I can hear his voice, like he's speaking to me through the tadpole connection, but somehow it's different, it's emanating from everywhere. "Why confine ourselves to the pleasures of mortal flesh? It is but one stitch in a vast tapestry."

I open my eyes to see everything is glowing. The tower around us is gone and it looks like we're in Gale's sky, surrounded by it. An endless cosmos that stretches infinitely. I hold my hand up to my face and I can see Gale through it. He's glowing too. Suddenly a memory rips through me, like a spike to the mind. A flash of bodies entwined, a faint whiff of rose water. Hearts pounding and breath quick with passion. I feel the pressure of something curled tightly against my leg. 

I blink and we're back in the clearing, back to the grassy knoll. Gale is standing next to me, holding my hand. "The old ways then. If that is what you wish, so be it." 

I swallow, moving hesitantly in the direction he gestures. Did he see? Does he know?

"Gale..?"

He makes a precise motion with his arm, "A small gesture towards you comfort."

I fall back, feeling a bed materialize beneath me. I'm already soaked. 

I pull him on down onto me, I need to feel him. I practically rip his shirt in my haste to unlace it, he chuckles pulling it over his head, but there is nothing funny about my desperation. He slots between my open thighs perfectly, our breaths mingle as we kiss and kiss again. He cups my breasts, slipping my leather top up to bear them. He looks at me, his eyes trace my body hungrily. "Beautiful." 

I smile at him and push his hair off his face. His hands rove down, tickling over my ribs to my waist. I tug on his earlobe with my teeth, reaching to shove his pants down. "Not yet, darling," he murmurs slipping his hands beneath the waist band of my trousers, "soon."

“Now," I whine as he pushes me back onto the bed, his large hand in the center of my chest, holding me down. His lips close around a nipple and heat shoots through my center,  "Gale, I can't wait anymore." I writhe under his ministrations, he's stroking me over my clothes. His fingers brushing against my clit over and over. 

"Interesting," he murmurs, leaving a hot wet trail with his tongue over my breast, "no panties?"

"No, never…” My voice shoots up an octave as he nibbles at my rib cage.

I push up against his hand to sit up, to look at him. 

"Naughty." The muscles in his arm tighten as he leans in, keeping me on my back. I wriggle with pleasure as he peppers my lower belly with kisses, his beard tickles me and my hips buck impatiently. He removes his hand to slide off my trousers and I use the opportunity to leap forward, I pull his face to mine for a deep kiss. 

"My love," he groans into my mouth, "my sweet love." His hand gently grazes the strip of hair that coats my womanhood. "Let me kiss you, darling." I let go of his face and watch as he takes my nipple into his mouth again. 

I wrap my fingers in his hair, "I can feel that..." I murmur. I don't know what I'm saying, I'm obviously beyond coherent thought. He moves to my other nipple and I moan as he slips a finger inside me. He swirls it slowly, feeling my walls. I toss my head back at the sensation, I'm gushing for him. Thank the gods this is not a real bed, I'm about to ruin it. 

When he puts his mouth on my clit I am trembling. He suckles softly, stroking me with his tongue as he inserts another finger. He hooks my knee over his shoulder and I grip the bed sheets as if I'm about to float away. When his tongue enters me I cry out, desperate for more. He licks the length of me, parting me, his fingers curling up and into me. The warmth is spreading from my core to my toes, to my finger tips…slipping in and out, while he worships me...

Sweet pressure is building behind my navel, I pant with the intensity of it, try to focus on the sensation...and then it snaps, like the taunt string of a bow, catching me off guard with the intensity. Back arched, I release against his mouth, blind with pleasure. He laps at me greedily, moaning into my cunt. I jerk up, away from him instinctively as I collapse back.

He kisses my thighs and I twitch feebly. I'm incoherent, numb with ecstasy as he moves back up and over me. "So lovely," he mutters into my ear. I feel him on my thigh as he lines up to enter me. 

I realize he's naked, "I want to see," I mumble lifting myself. I slide my hand between my thighs, covering myself with my own arousal before I reach for him. He groans as I wrap my fingers around his base, sliding the length of him.

"Shit, Gale." I look down, "Fuck, you're huge."  

He groans, "Stop that, I need to last."

"Why though?" I whisper increasing my speed, "I want to see you shatter, like the spell. Come apart all over me."

Our mouths interlock and he leans his hip into me, pushing gently at my entrance, "I'd rather come inside of you.” 

I guide him into me, he gasps as I bear my hips down and clench around him. "Then fuck me, wizard." 

And he is fucking me. He thrusts deep, angling and working his cock to hit the most tender parts of me. I lift myself up on my elbows, arching my back. He wraps his hands behind my waist and I feel myself rising, flying. He's looking down, watching himself enter me. "Oh, oh Gale! I'm coming!" 

I hate the way I sound, so desperate and needy, but I barely have time to register the words I'm saying before... He captures my mouth in a deep kiss as everything falls away and I'm at the mercy of my own pleasure. Cresting and crashing, I ride each wave as it takes me. I wrap my legs around him, hips grinding in time with his. He is pulsing and filling me.

Finally, Gale falls slack against me, sweaty and spent. He twitches inside me and I mewl in response. 

The weight of him feels so good, so right.

"I love you," his breath is soft and warm. He lifts his head from my chest, those brown precious eyes pierce me. "I'm so in love with you, Sasha."

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FEAST your eyes on the beauty that is my Tav, Sasha! She was created in an art trade by my fabulous friend @scandistar . Thank you for this gift, you captured her essence perfectly. I am absolutely floored by your talent! Look at the tiara detail, and her sword 😻😻

“Courage is resistance: of tyranny, of oppression, of doubt. Rarely is it glorified in its true form.” - some Bard from somewhere

[sasssha199]

Gale/ Rolan drama Part 16

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Mayhem and Madness

Rating: E

Pairings: Rolan & Fem Human Tav, Astarion & Shadowheart & Fem Half-elf Tav

No smut in this one.

Its the aftermath of a battle and there's some description of gore.

Y’all…this game hits different when your Tav is a stand in for yourself.

My sister and I are playing a multiplayer as ourselves, as sisters. I (Sasha) am romancing both Gale and Rolan. Sister (Marlie) is pulling both Astarion and Shadowheart.

Marlie’s eyes are vacant. Staring. I’ve always been jealous of their color, a soft grey blue, but there’s no light in them. A trickle of blood drips down from one corner, over the bridge of her nose.

The githyanki steps over her, plants a muddy boot on one soft cheek, it says something I don’t understand. Time seems to slow as it raises a massive sword and brings it down in a swift sweeping arc. The afterimage of the blade seers the air but before I can even draw breath to scream, the githyanki is falling, stumbling back. It’s majestic cloak floats down around it in ash as it batters itself trying to put out the flames. I tear my eyes away, searching, searching, the attack would have revealed…there! Astarion is crouched on a low roof, his bow raised, fletching drawn taunt to cheek. Another fire arrow crackles and sparks in his grip. I can hear my heart in my ears. The githyanki is not down, the force of the blow shifted Marlie, she lies crumpled and face down a few feet away covered in mud.

I grind my teeth as I rise, my mouth is full of blood and grit. The arrow embedded in my rib sings in protest, but I keep pressure to the wound and propel myself forward. He’s not too far, the gith, I might be able to reach him, distract him. Astarion will need an opening now that he’s been seen…

“H-here, you pug nosed, newt!” I don’t even have a weapon in my hand, my bow lays discarded somewhere on the bridge. I pull

something from my belt and attempt to smash him with it. I’m half crouched around my wound so my reach is low and weak. The gith looks down at me through his gleaming helmet, not even bothering to dodge my meager swing. He begins to laugh, deep and throaty, his eyes crinkle with pleasure as he raises his sword.

I hear it before I see it, the roaring of the arrow as it cuts through the air. I smell the char that is my salvation and my death. I tense to brace for the fiery impact from either sword or fire, and feel only a warm stir. The arrow sails between the gith and I. It strikes the ground and I scream as I feel the soles melt away from my boots. I throw myself back, rolling on the ground to douse the flames that lick up the sides of my armor. I can smell burned hair. The fucking vampire missed!

The arrow in my side sinks in a bit deeper, I’d forgotten it in my panic, and I see white. I lay on the ground, breathing in the dust and coughing. I can hear the gith moving towards me again, his metal boots grinding in the soft earth. I use the last of my strength to spit a bloody glob. It mostly trails down my chin. A clawed hand grips what’s left of my hair. This is it.

“Fuck y-you.” I breathe, but simultaneously I hear...a dull roar...like a train...

And I am suddenly enclosed in a gentle cocoon of warmth. It’s like sinking into a bath on a winter day, it sends a shiver up my spine. The grip on my hair is gone and I feel like I’m floating...a twinge in my side brings me back to reality. I open my eyes a sliver, I’m not floating but being carried. I recognize Astarion’s pointy pale chin.

“You missed,” I whisper.

He says nothing. Is he crying?

The arrow shifts and I'm swimming on the edge of blackness. Fighting to keep my head above water.

“Give her to me.”

I feel Astarion’s grip tighten. I whimper through the pain, every breath hurts. Tears seep from my clenched eyelids, I’m shaking and my teeth are chattering. The adrenaline of the fight is wearing off, I’m going into shock.

“Go to her, Astarion.”

I cry out as I’m lowered to the ground, a firm hand pries my mouth open. I try to bat the hand away, but I have the strength of a kitten and fire is ricocheting up my ribs and spine. A nasty floral taste lands on my tongue and I cough.

“Swallow. That’s it. Here, more.”

“No! Go aw-!” Herbal liquid is poured into my protesting mouth, and as I feel soft lips connect with mine the pain begins to subside. My breathing slows and I feel something tickling my face.

I open my eyes, Gale is kissing me. He looks pale as he pulls back, lips pursed and brows scrunched with worry. He lets out a breath and I can feel his body sag with the weight of it. “Thank the gods,” he pulls me tight against his chest, only to push me back just as quickly. “I feared the worst had – no matter. Here,” he’s supporting my head, “You must drink this in its entirety.”

“My sister,” I pull the bottle away from my mouth, my strength is returning, the arrow is still there but it’s a painful throb now, “where’s Marlie?”

Gale says nothing, but he looks up. West of the bridge, in the shadow of a dilapidated house, Asatrion crouches, his body curled around something.

I scramble up, pushing away from Gale. He has an iron grip on me, and the arrow pain slows me down, but I turn him into a crutch and move closer.

Astarion is...I’ve never heard a sound like that...Marlie’s head hangs slack over his shoulder, one of his hands buried in her unbound golden waves. He nuzzles in the crook of her neck, his whole body wracked and shaking. He must have closed her eyes.

I kneel down, slowly, next to him. Gale grips the shoulder of my armor, like he’s afraid I’ll move far from him. As if I could with this blasted arrow, is the bloody thing barbed? The scent of iron and sweat is thick, mingled with the electric burning smell of whatever power coats those insane great-swords. Astarion took a couple of solid blows from one, I don’t know how he has the strength to hold her.

As I reach for her, Astarion’s eyes snap open. The blood vessels have all burst in his left eye. Tears have made clean tracks down his mud streaked face. He hisses at me, like a damn cat, recoiling and pulling Marlie against him. Her head lolls horribly.

“DON’T touch her!” He spits, baring long white fangs, blood and saliva drip from them. He tenses like a cornered predator, poised to attack, “I’ll fucking RIP you APART!” His eyes blaze red, blood trickles out of his left one.

“We only have a minute.” I say as calmly as I can, pain punctuates my every word. Sweat starts to break out on my forehead. “I have to…” I can’t even get the words out. My throat closes up, with sorrow, with pain. I attempt to reach into my pocket, but my vision is blurring as tears drip down my cheeks. Gale's warm hand is over mine, helping me to fish out the scroll and hold it firmly in my palm. It sparkles with yellow motes of arcane energy.

I crawl towards Astarion and reach for her again, this time he lets me. He buries his face against her breast as I hold her head. He’s shaking so much her whole body trembles. I let the incantation leave my lips, take up space in the world around us. A cold sharp snap surrounds me and Marlie vanishes from existence. For a moment Astarion’s arms hold only empty air and he curls in on himself. She pops back into being a few steps away.

“Ugh, I’m exhausted.” Her voice is faint and small. Reeling she attempts to rise to her feet, only to be knocked back into the dirt as Astarion rushes her.

“Careful!” I snap “She’s only got one-”

But Marlie raises a hand up over Astarion’s shoulder, telling me without words it’s fine, don’t worry. Her blue eyes meet mine and I let out a breathe I didn't realize I'd been holding. I use Gale to get to my feet. “I’ve got to find Minthara,” I grunt.

“She has already returned to our camp,” Gale says, taking my arm and looping it over his shoulder, “we must do the same.”

I groan, “Fuck, fine just get this damn thing out of me.” He pecks a scratchy kiss on my cheek.

As Gale and I move away, I glance over my shoulder at Marlie. Astarion is still holding her. She’s speaking softly to him, probably in elvish. One hand rests at the nape of his neck, he gives a small nod. Their eyes never leave each other.

They’ll follow when they’re ready.

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Rolan/ Gale drama part 17

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Mayhem and Madness

Rating: E

Summary: Sasha and Marlie are out fighting in the darkness and everyone at Last Light misses them. One Tiefling in particular...

Pairings: Rolan & Fem Human Tav

Mastrubation and Naughty thoughts NSFW

Y’all…this game hits different when your Tav is a stand in for yourself.

My sister and I are playing a multiplayer as ourselves, as sisters. I (Sasha) am romancing both Gale and Rolan. Sister (Marlie) is pulling both Astarion and Shadowheart.

There is no escape from this, the tragedy that is our lives. It's simply one morose event after another. Even the taste of wine has lost it’s appeal. I grimace as I take a sip, mourning the reality of this truth. It’s a strange thought, but this is definitely the place for those. They’ve only been gone for about a day, but time might as well be irrelevant with the shadows blocking out the sun and sky. I glance up at the tumultuous clouds above us. I know exactly what I’ll see. Nothing has changed, nothing ever does.

“Hand me that tool there will you, Rolan.” Cal’s voice is muffled from under the cart. I sigh and look down at the tools scattered before me.

“Which tool, be specific.”

“The one with the flat head thingy.” Cal reaches out from under the cart, motioning with a red hand covered in some sort of black grease. I slap the tool down into his grimy palm.

“Nope,” comes Cal’s voice a moment later, his horned head pops out from under the cart. “That one, there.” He points to a larger flat headed tool a bit further away.

Grumbling the incantation, I conjure a Mage Hand to snatch the incorrect tool out of his palm and give him the proper one.

“Thank you!” All business, Cal disappears back beneath the cart.

I take another sip from my tankard and grimace again. With a curse I dump the remaining dregs onto the ground.

“Hey there,” a deep voice calls out, “Just because you can’t stomach the stuff is no reason to waste good wine.” A member of the Flaming Fist, a dwarf, approaches. His face is framed by a scraggly excuse for a beard but his eyes are sharp, darting about the yard as if looking for an escape. He wipes his hands on an already soiled rag, “How’s the cart coming, boy?”

“Nearly there.” Comes Cal’s voice again. He crawls out from beneath it, covered in dark oil and earth. “Looks like we’ll be spared having to replace that rear axle, but I can’t say the same for the braces. Both the left and the right will need replacement. Unless Dammon can rig something for you.”

The dwarf sighs, his disgusting beard barley flutters. “Do you know how much time we have before we’re departing this place? Will I have time to craft new ones?”

“Well,” Cal glances at me, “I know Marlie’s group is working towards… that is they should be back soon.”

“’Soon’,” the dwarf grumbles, “that could mean anything. If they even come back at all. We’ve lost better folks than them to this wretched darkness.”

“There are no better folks,” Cal insists, his voice sounding almost reverent, “neither of us would be here without them.”

I look into my empty tankard, regretting the drink I shared with the dirt.

“Is that so?” the dwarf sounds genuinely shocked, “Well, life is full of surprises. Never thought I’d see the day dainty little lasses saved lads, but here we are.”

I lower the tankard, “Those ‘lasses’ have more talent than the whole of your Fist combined.”

The dwarf squares off with me, thick hands on hips, he looks quite amused. “Well, I’m sure they’re ‘talented’ in some areas, boy. Not surprised, with the way women act these days. Had the chance to sample those ‘talents’ first hand have you?”

I feel my claws digging into my own palm, but before I can say anything, Cal is between us, his broad back blocking the dwarf from view. “You’d do well to speak respectfully in the presence of their friends.” I’ve never heard him use a tone like that, “Or it will be more that just cart parts that you’ll need replaced.”

The shorter man laughs aloud, right in Cal’s face. “And what will you do, eh? A scrawny foul blooded boy. The day you teach an old dwarf like me a lesson, is the day those…”

“Gentlemen, is there a problem here?” A woman’s voice, strong and serene, speaks from behind us. I turn to see High Harper Jaheira surveying the scene. Two other Harpers are with her, an elf and a halfling.

The Fist’s attitude immediately changes as he steps back from Cal, he bows humbly to Jaheira with a properly submissive tone but before he can make excuses she dismisses him, curtly. After he walks away with orders to see Dammon about his cart repairs, she turns back to Cal. “You were given an assignment. And I expected you to see it though.”

“That Fist was speaking poorly of -” I interject, but Jaheira only nods, interrupting me with a raised hand.

“I am aware. And I commend your brother for his convictions. But there is a time and place to take a stand. That will come after they return, meanwhile I expect the two of you to do your part to keep things running smoothly here.”

“We are not Harpers,” I snap, “We don’t take orders from you.”

She looks at me, levelly. It’s hard not to take a step back. “I agreed to shelter you, at Sasha’s insistence. I would have done it even had she not begged. But while you are here, you will not be idle. We must stand together until they prevail. It is not a question of if, but when.”

I swallow hard. More venomous words die on the tip of my tongue. I manage to nod, slightly, but it seems to be enough for her.

“Thank you for updating our inventory, Rolan,” the elf on her right chimes in. She briefly consults a log sheet, “However, the quartermaster does have a few additional questions, if you would be kind enough to check in.”

“Very well.” I glance again at Cal, he gives a small shake of his head. He’ll be fine.

The rest of the so called “day” is filled with similar tedious tasks. Quartermaster Talli is kind, a tad absent minded as I assist her with the organization and calculations of supplies. A child could do it, but I don’t tell her that. It’s because of her that the group at Last Light has survived thus far. We will need her to survive however much longer we stay. I notice the number of healing potions don’t match the log, and we suddenly have a large number of books in inventory, strange books, most weathered and dog eared. There’s one that has actual spider webbing on it, and another that is half covered in...well it could only be dried blood.

I pick up a dark green book set at the top of one of the stacks, a scrap of paper promptly falls out. I snatch it before it flutters to the ground. The comforting smell of paper and ink wafts from between the water-stained pages...and another scent. It’s barely there but... I would recognize it anywhere. I breathe deeply, cherishing the soft floral aroma. It reminds me of honeysuckle on a summer day. A pair of dark green eyes, wet with tears, swim before me...

“Oh you found it!” Tali exclaims bringing me back to the present.

“Found what? A book? There must be at least thirty stacked here. Where did they all come from?”

“Those young ladies,” Tali says, “The darker one with the bushy hair brought these over on their last trip through. Cleared me out of most of my healing potions so we’ll have to be careful until I can brew more. Said she marked that one for you, specifically, said you’d need it.”

“Need it?” My throat feels suddenly quite tight. I quickly open to the title page, the shabby cover and spine are too worn to read. A Traveler’s Guide to Baldur’s Gate, Halfway to Everywhere but Always Home. Home. The word strikes something in me, what I cannot say. I blink as a memory of laughter surfaces, the warm rich laughter of a dead woman. Cal and Lia laugh with her. I shut the book.

“Have I done enough, Tali?”

She looks a bit concerned but acquiesces, “Of course, Rolan. Thank you for your help. Enjoy your book.”

I nod curtly and head back to the inn. The smell of stew hangs thick in the air, most are gathering now for the evening meal. I glimpse Cal and Lia seated at a table with the other tieflings, but I head strait to our room on the second floor. I secure the door with a chair, light a candle, and sit down at the rickety desk. I steady myself with a few deep breaths and flex my fingers to stop their shaking.

I pull the note out and unfold it on the desk. Definitely honeysuckle or some yellow flower that blooms in the summer. I repress the urge to hold the note to my face and drown in that scent, content to just breath it in for a moment. Her writing is loopy and slanted, as if she’d turned the paper sideways to write. Is she left-handed? I’m not sure.

The note starts cordial enough:

“Dear Rolan,” I feel myself grin as I read, “I hope you enjoy the book, I know you and your family will make excellent use of it as you start your new life in Baldur’s Gate. Some of the information is a bit dated so allow me to correct a few things that have changed in the years since it’s publication. The author claims that the Stormshore Street Dock is the place to go for fresh seafood and rare wares that come off the trading vessels.

This is absolutely untrue, for the most unique foreign items one MUST go directly to the Fisher’s Warf, near the city center. There’s also a lively street food scene here with all kinds of seafood fried up and served on sticks. I think the quaint tea house nearby known as Jopalin’s will be to your taste, the owner’s name is Coraline and she’s darling. Lia will like it a lot too. I recommend the savory scones, you won’t be disappointed. When this book was written I’m sure Jopalin’s was still a seedy ale house for sailors. Thank goodness things change, it's the one things I can count on.

On a more personal note I hope you know how heartbroken I am that my group and I will probably not be with you when you first lay eyes upon my precious Gate. But please know that while we are apart you carry the best of me with you. I have absolute faith that you will become everything you spoke of when we first met in the Grove. Everything and more. Heaven help those who doubt you Rolan, for I’ve never met anyone who lives with such ferocity and vindication. You inspire me, and gods know I could use some inspiration these days.

I won’t forget you, and I hope you will remember me fondly. I’m not sure we’ll meet again, but if we do, it’ll be in beautiful Baldur’s Gate. With love, Sasha.”

I stare at the letter a while, heart thumping in my chest. I raise it to my face and inhale the sweet scent before folding it back up. I move over to my bedroll and tuck it in under the corner before I go downstairs to dinner.

When the inn is quiet, and real darkness seems to have rolled in at last, Lia, Cal and I retire to our corner in the second floor room. I wait until I can hear the gentle snores of Cal and the soft muttering of Lia before I begin. I always picture her eyes first. They’re so expressive, so close to being on the verge of tears. Dark green with flecks of gold and amber. Who gave her those eyes? Was it her mother or father? They’re different from her sister’s.

They crinkle with happiness at seeing me, perhaps we’re in the city, on a busy cobblestone street. She’ll have her hair down, or braided, dark curls swirling in the breeze that blows off the river. That hair, how I’d wrap my claws around those curls, bury my face in it... She would be alone, of course, and when I approach her I’ll know just what to say to make her laugh. Her laugh would be loud, like everything else about her. She isn’t afraid to take up space, to have eyes upon her. And my eyes would be upon her, drinking in the vision of her face and figure.

I feel my cock stirring as I turn my face to the note next to my pillow and breath in the flowery fragrance. I slip from my bedroll. Pick my way across the room to the closet, the door creaks gently as I close it behind me, but no one seems to stir.

I slip my hands down my body as I envision her. Is it a memory, a dream..? That moment in the Weave...The lines have all blurred together over time. I do remember the kisses, those were real. How sweet she tasted, our tongues dancing, the way her fingers felt when she touched my left horn. I reach over to the shelves and blindly grab a linen to stuff in my mouth. One of my hands traces the infernal ridges on my chest as the other continues to stroke, gaining speed as the images come faster. Her soft breasts beneath my hands, the smell of her desire...for me. How could she desire such a thing? My behavior towards her had been contemptible at best...outright hostile at worst.

And she had saved me. I can still see her running up out of the darkness. Brows furrowed in determination, hair streaming behind her as she took a knee and aimed her bow with deadly precision. The relief that had flooded me quickly replaced with shame, I had endangered her with my antics. That her whole team had left Last Light and risked themselves just for me...

I groan around the linens and give my head a shake. Those thoughts are no good now, and I focus back on the sweeter memories, the feel of her mouth against mine, the soft sounds of pleasure she made. I’d make her do more than whimper, I’d make her writhe, groan, cry out in the throes of the deepest passion.

I'll have to be careful with her the first time, humans are so soft, delicate even. Perhaps I use my tail to stroke her, push it inside her, feel her wet walls flutter around me... I use my mouth too, devour her. I shudder at just the thought of slipping my tongue between her wet folds. Would she let me knot her? Fill her? I have to tell her about it, educate her on tiefling biology. She’ll be understanding, she'll be excited to take in all of me. So tight, so full...

I envision those eyes glazed with pleasure, her lips parted and panting. I bite down on the linen, digging in my fangs as I feel myself pulsing, throbbing. The ridges on my cock are chaffing my hand but I increase the speed. Her body is perfect, mesmerizing. I run my tongue over her breasts, her body glistens with sweat, chest heaving, beautiful cunt dripping. I watch her as she comes, I want to look into those eyes, kiss her open mouth.

I make her come again...and again, thrusting deep inside of her. Pounding until I feel the wettest depths of her. I fuck her until she cries out my name for all of the Gate to hear, until she begs the gods for mercy. I oblige her afterwards, stroke her, hold her hands, love her.

I swallow a grunt and quickly wrap the linen around myself. Thick wet ropes spurt from my cock and I growl as they cover my hand and trousers as well as the linen. It takes a moment for my breathing to come back under control. I put my head on my arm and lean against the wall until my heart rate slows, running my tongue around my dry mouth. I breathe deeply.

I peek out of the closet, the room is still dark and quiet. I listen again for Cal’s snoring. With the soiled linens in my hand, I make my way back to my bedroll. I nuzzle the note one last time before I roll over and curl into my blankets, praying to whoever might be listening for a dreamless sleep. Or if I must dream, let it be of her.

[sasssha199]

I miss them already 😭 Lady Marissa Cousland and the future king of Ferelden, Alistair.

“I will always love you. I will always regret this.”

“I won’t.”

😭😭😭