#Astarion tag pending

[auburniivenus]

YOU COMPLETE MY FATE

tagging by beloved @estarion again.

[wyndford-dekarios-majima]

[shadovan]

Astarion’s eyes were as glowing orange as the rest of Cazador’s spawn. His sclera, black. It meant the spawn was recently given a command. His body moved of its own accord against any type of will he may possess. The ashen pallor of his face tainted by blood. He listed to one side when he walked. A stumble before righting himself. Tareque would know him as Cazador’s ‘favorite’. The one whose screams often resounded throughout the palace.

And the lich was blocking the doorway of where he needed to go. “The master beckons me to his side. Move, would you?” Astarion’s voice broken and browbeaten this evening. Perhaps a lot to do with how he really wasn’t present in his own mind. He’d just come from servicing one of Cazador’s acquaintances.

@apalestar Dik.

His first reaction to the sight of stumbling. He put a hand out to aid him, then second-guessed his own actions. Tareque glanced over his shoulder, as if checking to make certain Cazador wasn't shadowing the two of them to some degree -- Not that he had anything scandalous in mind. For once.

The lich drifted backwards in the air, eyeing Astarion with a combination of curiosity and concern. He had seen this one around before; Cazador seemed to hold him in very high regard, though Tareque had never inquired as to why. Nor did he assume he would be given the honest answer even if he did ask.

"Right... Of course." A pause, followed with hesitation. "Would you... like some assistance?" He finally questioned, drifting backwards to make room for Astarion to pass by. He sincerely doubted it would be accepted; he could see that orange glow of compulsion and it was enough to make him inwardly sigh.

Regardless of what entertainment he found in keeping company with Cazador, ignoring the fact that most of the vampire lord's vicious deeds left Tareque entirely unphased in the apathy that lichdom granted him, he still loathed to see people actually leashed into mental servitude for amusement or selfish purpose.

Gold eyes skimmed Astarion and he drew a handkerchief from his pocket, handing it to him with a whisper, gesturing to the blood. "For your face, poppit."

[ravusnightblossom]

@a-crookedtouch sent:

“Oh, don't be such a bore, darling. We're just having a little fun. What's the harm in it?" Astarion smirked at Ravus, but decidedly kept the wine bottle to himself.

Was that what he called it? Fun? It was becoming increasingly clear to Ravus that himself and Astarion had very different definitions of what could be construed as ‘entertainment.’

“I can think of numerous conclusions that could result from such attempts and still be referred to as harmful.” His brow creased and his eyes averted. It wasn’t a lie, but it may have been quite the exaggeration.

Arms crossing over his chest, he settled in to sit against the nearest rock. “And… do not call me that,” he added in an annoyed grumble, under his breath.

[usagimen]

                @eldritchwoe  :   🌿🍒  from astarion on @/eldritchwoe !!!

       Faintly, she traces the smell of mulled wine, goblets that overflow && sweet meats served for the occasion. The crackle of a hearth to keep them warm, finer clothing adorned for celebrations, not even the cold could find a crevice to anchor within her. It’s strange to be among the masses, dazzled by prettier things, when once before a life that was led proclaimed such events for nothing more than sabotage. A concealed face, promises that were nothing more than sugar entwined words, silver behind her back - the blade which drags deep within the chest. For a moment, Sayuri pauses before her nocturnal eyes flicker, emerald that softens as her fingers strum each chord of the lyre. Seraphic, ethereal, there were no words that could attest for the utmost love she poured into a singular song. This electricity that currents within her chest, happiness as people listen or sway, another - she could never refuse the request. Monochromatic colors, black && white, she was no one but an effigy of a ghost that took form - it thaws. Horns with gold tips, the sway of pale blue velvets && ichor laden heels, Nightingale they once sweetly called her, unaware of the fading dream of normality that once granted her hope. That’s too melancholic, she chides to herself, festivities like this are meant to be reveled in shared together. Beloved, adored, the instrument is set near to her as she rubs her hands together, snickering boldly.

           “I’m surprised my fingers haven’t fallen off from the frost” the presence of another causes her to lose that caustic bite. Berry stained lips, curling upwards in a smile, her brow lifts. The tip of her tongue nestled itself sweetly in a mischief, “Tsk, you missed my performance, now I shall never know happiness again” overdramatic, the typical theatrics for a bard who prided herself on the ability of performance. If she had willed it, every heart would be plucked && kept tight within her own grasp, though blind admiration was not her preferred method of seduction. Companions && tribulation, the echo of sorrow && tragedy, from it she could hear the melody in between one that bespoke of sunrise - to emerge anew in the midst of grief. Was it foolish to give into this longing? Greater than she could fathom, swelling when the voice of each would crack, wistfulness, a teardrop that sheds from devotion astray, cruelty that begets cruelty, love eternal.

           How does one touch with tenderness when all she knew was to steal the last breath? Hands that were delicate, clawed && calloused, they reached for him. A pleasant sensation, it courses through her, the currents of magic && invisibility, perhaps Spring itself bore way into her touch though she loathed to admit it. Her gaze shifts upwards, shoulders tensing as she sees the twine upon a bundle of green, it wasn’t there before; pausing, her face bunches at the thought, never allow those with magic to decorate or be a part of the fray. “Oh, this is embarrassing” she can barely contain her girlish nature, wishing to hide her visage, with the bit of might in her body she manages to gather it. Leaning close, the fullness of her lips can be felt, quick && chaste, then once more against the corner of his mouth. Careful for any sharpness, featherlight until she places her temple against his shoulder, her small form radiating with giggles. “I’m a horrible kisser! I’ve told you before, utterly worthless” a jest made at her own liking, her grasp becomes firm, a gentle squeeze.

              “You will have to show me sometime, otherwise, I’ll be hopeless for the entirety of my life - till then, I’m happy to spend yule with wondrous company such as yourself”

// yule festivities! (accepting.)

[evervinter]

@demonalbus

♡ 365 days of delena ♡ ↳ (277/365)

[littlejuicebox]

500 FOLLOWER FANFIC GIVEAWAY!

Hello everyone! This is a little bit late because I’m actually pushing 600 followers at this point but I knew when I crossed this little milestone that I wanted to do something special for the awesome people that follow me and support my fics!

I will be giving away a custom fic request to one awesome reader as a thank you for supporting my little corner of the web!

Here’s how to submit yourself in the giveaway:

1) Be following me, obviously. Simple enough!

2) Send me an ask with the following:

Your favorite fic of mine and why.

Three to five different prompt ideas for an Astarion fic you would like written

3) Here are my terms:

I will write SFW and NSFW.

I will write second or third person.

I will write Astarion POV.

I will write a general reader insert.

I will write a more custom reader insert using your name and features.

I will write an original character of yours.

I will write Ascended Astarion, Spawn Astarion both during and post game, Alternate Universe Astarion, Pre-BG3 Astarion and Dadstarion.

I will not write Durge because I promise I cannot do it justice and you would be disappointed.

I have the right to reject prompts based on my own personal triggers that I refuse to write for or suggest small changes to your prompts that you may accept or reject but should you reject I may have to ask for a different list of prompts pending the material.

The completed fic will be a minimum of 1000 words.

I reserve the right to post the fic on my socials.

I will have the fic ready to go no later than a month from 2/18 but likely much earlier than that.

Submissions will be accepted from today (2/12/24) to Sunday (2/18/24) at noon CST! I will draw and announce the winner with and tag of their page written in a reblog of this same post.

Yay! I’m excited. I hope this will be a fun little thing for you guys and that you’ll enjoy it!

[trickstersintime]

ABOUT THIS BLOG

Independent multimuse role-play blog featuring tricksters from various fandoms, written by Pirate.

MUSES

(Links with further details on these muses pending)

Quickfire rules:

Highly selective for RP, nigh private due to time constraints.

Asks can be sent in by anyone and will be replied to whenever I get chance but any intended as a proper role-play starter will need to be discussed first unless you’re already one of my partners.

I will only write with over 18’s. We do not have to write adult content but it does feature on this blog. I have special tags for NSFW, please see the NSFW section below. I also use the community filter system for mature content.

Be kind. Life's too short.

Thread Tracker: To be added

Detailed rules and info on how I run my blog below the cut.

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Main Rules - They’re long but informative!

I am a highly selective blog. I will be very, very choosy on who I write with simply due to limited time and wanting to give my few partners better attention. I promise I’m not scary, just super busy. Anyone is welcome to approach me to ask if I would like to write with them but my intake is extremely small so if I haven't followed you back the chances are slim at this time.

I can take up to a few weeks to reply at most, but if you like quickfire same-day responses I’m not the partner for you*. I work 40+ hours a week, have personal writing hobbies, a husband and cats who don’t get nearly enough attention, and occasionally a social life. I’m also a games addict. These being the reasons for my extreme selectivity. I want to write here with a few lovely peeps but that’s all I have time to squeeze in.

With my thread tracker, I generally go round each partner in turn before going round again, but on some occasions I’ll indulge in whatever has my mood or do a bit of catch-up on older threads.

I’m over 30 years of age. My pronouns are she/her. I won’t engage in adult content with anyone under the age of 18 or, ideally, 21 depending on your country’s consent laws.

I have a main Thor for my Lokis, and one other lovely partner, however I am looking for one who will write Thorki. I have an exclusive Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel). I have an exclusive Gale Dekarios for Astarion.

Have fun and be gentle with one another. I loathe call-out culture or telling people what they can and can’t write. I am strongly anti-censorship (but do believe in tagging!). This does mean occasionally I will write topics not to everyone’s taste. If you can dig that and blacklist what you don’t fancy, I hope you’ll find me pretty easygoing. I’m open to exploring all sorts of things. If you’re just here for the fandom posts, then welcome and I hope you enjoy!

Play Style/Guidelines

I am happy role-playing in both past and present tense. Length of posts vary depending on the situation, usually a couple of paragraphs, but I sometimes have shorter ones/one-liners if a fight scene or argument is taking place or if I want to mess around with some !crack posting.

Asks are welcomed and I usually answer all of these but I reserve the right to choose not to continue one intended as a thread depending on my time/muse. If you want to be sure if I’m taking something on, please feel free to message me. If continuing a thread from an ask, I will move it to a new thread and tag you as tumblr starts to make things look weird on the blog even using the new beta. If I get a lot of asks from one person in a short space of time I may not answer them all. Similarly, if you send me something I find to be baiting, trollish, or I have no clue how to answer it, it’ll be deleted.

If I need to drop an established thread for any reason, I will usually drop by your IMs and let you know. Please respect my need to do this just as I will always accommodate if you need to stop something of mine. If you have not replied to something for more than 3-5 months and I decide I want to drop it, I will likely not contact you about it. It’s perfectly ok if it got lost so do get in contact if you’d like to pick it up again or start something new.

Please don’t be afraid to contact me about a thread if you tagged me in something and have not had a first response within a couple of weeks. It may be that Tumblr feed failed to tell me or I got overexcited about something (including that very thing) and forgot to track it.

I am not strictly ‘mutuals only’, especially as that makes it difficult for sideblogs and sometimes I may enjoy playing with a person but I’m not into a lot of what’s on their blog. Contrarily, I also sometimes follow people who I have enjoyed playing with in the past but don’t currently thread with or those whose content I enjoy but I’m not up for interaction. If you do not want me to interact with you, please fully block me. I will not ask you why. I want you to be comfortable and I can’t guarantee I’ll remember who is who if we didn’t know one another well, it’s been a while and/or you’ve changed your url or the content of your blog.

Regarding OC’s, I do play with some, however I have a strong preference for canons or canon-diverged simply because I find it easier to immerse myself in a world I know about and engage with muses with which I’m familiar. If I had more time on my hands I would love to get to know these lovely creations in more depth but I’m even more selective when it comes to them. If you have a canon muse playing with me then you get an automatic pass for my muses to meet your OC if I feel suited to them. NB: Since cutting down to very limited partners, it is very unlikely now I will write with a new OC partner unless I have got to know you via other means/you’re friends with a mutual.

NSFW (particularly adult content/smut etc.)

I do write content that is not suitable for under 18’s/under 21’s, typically of a sexual nature. Tumblr in its infinite wisdom and purity entirely hides anything tagged ‘nsfw’ so I do not use this tag as it stops my thread partners from finding our stuff at all. I now ensure that all adult content is tagged appropriately and under the mature content filters so you can filter it out. If, however, you have something more specific you’d like to avoid, I use the following tags you may blacklist:

lokisinner - in place of ‘nsfw’ on Loki's posts

filthy pirate - in place of 'nsfw' on Jack's posts

naughty memes - in place of ‘nsfw memes’

lemon - threads where a story has progressed to something fully sexual

grapefruit - threads with sex that is beyond vanilla (I arbitrarily use this)

dubcon tw - threads involving dubious consent

noncon tw - threads involving noncon/rape (rare and always discussed prior)

Shipping

Laying it down with the honesty here, I love shipping. If I’m writing with your muse, chances are I’m interested in shipping (if your muse isn’t specifically a canon friend or family member or a minor). It’s not 100% the case, but it’s a huge part of what I enjoy exploring or working towards.

A further confession I have about this is I am very visual and mun-based about what my muses are interested in. If I personally have an attraction to your muse, it’s easier for me to write them having an interest. I also prefer canon FC’s purely because it’s easier for my mind to immerse in the established canon. So, if you have an alternate FC, I’m not into your muse, or you have it in your rules that you’re not much into shipping, this may put me off following back.

That said, I will ship with chemistry worked out between us. My favourite ships are frostiron, strangefrost, bloodweave, and thorki, so I am happy to pre-establish those.

I am Thorki friendly. This ship will be tagged with ‘incest tw’ if it is a verse where they are brothers. If it’s an AU where this is not the case, I will only tag it ‘thorki’, and even then only when shipping is occurring. My #god bros tag is technically a Thorki tag in disguise. I am also Sylki and Lokicest friendly.

Triggery/Squick stuff

Things on my no list are scat kinks, Mpreg and A/B/O. I don’t mind you playing them with other people if those are your thing, they’re just not mine. I also do not like excessive/detailed gore but my only actual ‘trigger’ is something I will discuss with you if your character brings it up. It’s so specific that I won’t detail it here and it’s not your responsibility to protect me from it.

Most other things are otherwise on the cards. I will roleplay NSFW and will tag it as such when it happens. I will do dub-con if requested or non-con if there is a reason for it/we are comfortable and have discussed the situation.

On Drama

As mentioned up top, I despise call-outs and censorship. Wherever possible I desire to avoid unnecessary squawking and mob-like behaviour. If you engage in too much drama (regardless of whose fault it is) I will unfollow you and/or cease playing with you. I’m not here for it. I loathe passive aggression and vague-blogging but I understand we’re only human and allow a few slip-ups now and again, particularly as I’m liable to have been guilty of it once or twice.

If you have a problem with someone I write with, I will thank you not to associate that with me unless by my own words I’m advocating something. Until I see evidence of something with my own eyes, that is when I form my opinions. Don’t police who I write with and I won’t do so with you. Unless I genuinely believe someone is at risk of harm I will not tell anyone not to play with someone, regardless of my own experience. We all behave differently with one another and we’re allowed to grow. If you cannot accept my viewpoint on this then we are not suitable for each other.

—

*If you are a role-player who only writes quickfire, on-dash immediate role-play and won’t continue a thread after that day or even anything up to the next couple of weeks, we won’t be able to keep a partnership unfortunately. I am happy to answer the odd ask for fun, play a few dash commentaries here and there to spice things up, but when it comes to a serious story I can’t do them on a short-term basis. I like to take time to build up relationships and play for the long haul as best as possible. We can absolutely wind down a thread, cut one short or skip ahead, but if we’re to keep writing together I need something intended to be continuous. My muses and I feel like energy is wasted if we keep having to restart and refresh with a partner.

In a similar vein, I will likely not keep playing with role-players who do frequent thread junking. If you’re a person who likes to refresh all your stories, drop everything and start again, that’s grand and I’m glad it works for you because we don’t all play the same way, but it won’t suit me. If you’re someone who does this but really values playing with me, then I would ask you to keep in contact/message me and ideally start a new thread that keeps the background we’ve already established or to chat with me about what else you’d like to do. I won’t chase after people and it’s not fair to make me do the hard work. Thanks for understanding and no worries if this means I’m not suitable for you!

[pepsiiwho]

Thank u for rb-ing the ask game. Here are 5000 asks: ♥️, 🎁 , 👓, 💕, 🍬, and 💌. These are just for you to keep: 💖💓💓♥️💞💕💘💞💘💗❤️💘💘♥️💖💓💖❤️💖💞💓💞💖💗

So many things here should I even answer this in one big thing....

This one is getting it's own post I have too much to say for it but the short answer is "[sound here] sounded like rocks hitting a wall" if you actually read my work you should know this one it's my calling card at this point.

It gets long after this sorry guys

2. This one isn't anything you'd like, a shame I just sent it to you but here's a little piece of the most recent WIP I have as of (checks watch) 3 hours ago. BG3 WIP Title pending.

The woman walks out with her tail between her legs, literally, and Alabaster watches the door close soundlessly behind her as if commanded. The silence between them sits for a moment a second or two before Alabaster speaks. “She's pretty. You might have a type though.”  “What are you doing here?” She didn’t think a sleep-ruffled Astarion would be the one she’d be interacting with when she decided to pay a visit today, but the sight is pleasing all the same. His hair is as white as it’s ever been, only a touch longer. She isn’t sure if actual vampires are capable of being surprised (something something the alertness of darkness or something) but the expression on Asraion’s face was what she would coin as ‘your lover coming home to see you with your mistress' . “You missed me?” He asks. It doesn’t come out like a question, as breathy as it sounds.  “I missed you” She responds. She rolls her shoulders, getting ready for the dance that is talking to Astarion. “I also need your help.”  “You came back because you need me?” There's a sharp smile slowly making it’s way onto his face, laughlines bending to build the expression. He’s sitting up, moving to reach her height. She nods, pulling at the tightly wound strings in his chest, plucking absently.  “I need you.” She responds. Talking to him feels like playing an instrument you haven't touched in a long time, slowly allowing muscle memory to take over so the music can once again be moved by your masterful hands. He smiles full now, as if realizing something she doesn’t know, and she’s reminded that you never really forget how to tune an instrument.

3. What helps me focus when I write... booty shaking music for throwing ass OR hating whatever is happening around me. no in-between.

4. This is a really hard question because if we mean like, emotionally? I could cop out and give a three way tie between Complimentary Soap (it isn't good I'm just nostalgic), Nintendo Direct (Circa June 2021) (it is good and I'm nostalgic) and Like A Brick In The Wall (good and new but god it's chaptered.) But, right now I'm gonna say my most recent fic I posted Going Home; All Over Again. I really love it even tho no one will ever read it (save you). The curse of rare pairs.

5. Okay another long one let's go. I'm only counting things with multiple pics posted...

HADES -

I Missed You Terribly And Like A Dream— You Appeared, Smiling At Me, Just So

Most of my stuff from here isn't good anymore, and while there's another that's more self indulgent and scratches the itch inside my body that aches dully for more Hypnos content at all times, this one reads the best rn. So it win.

HAIKYUU-

Tequilas, Margaritas and Seawater

everything in this fandom is old and arguably bad so nostalgia points carry weight here. This. one was a gift and idk why but it reads amazingly. holds up still

FE3H -

Like A Brick In The Wall

All fe fics are the DEVIL because of any in this list I CARE about these the most no competition. Anyway. This fic didn't win the previous bracket of my fav fic ever but it is my fav in the tag. Don't ask me to explain. I'm sorry.

CSM -

I Squint Out My Peripheral, Peaking Through My Fingers To See You

I don't work here man... I hate this goddamn pic its so good.

DRV3-

Nintendo Direct (Circa June 2021)

She's gonna do it every time... V3 hospital au I lOVE you.

(Listing out my written fandoms like this is the saddest thing ever my GOD I'm cringey)

6. I feel like the tropes I love most I never write myself... it's honestly kinda fandom specific but across the board...? Royalty au. not regency but kinda. A little to the left.

[auburniivenus]

ＨＥ ＩＳ ＬＩＫＥ Ａ ＨＵＲＲＩＣＡＮＥ

[shadovan]

@apalestar

Considering the time alone that he spent lurking the wares of shops such as Sorcerous Sundries and the like, Tareque's presence throughout Heapside wasn't enough of an oddity for anyone of concern to take enough interest in. Not to mention, the number of times he frequented the gate when visiting Cazador's abode. That was not what had lead him there on that particular day, though. Not directly, at least.

He had killed him!

Literally. For something so petty.

Death may not have been a permanent thing for a lich, so to speak, but it was the principle of the matter. With each time he perished, he lost a few more of his memories, a touch more of that sound state of mind that kept him grounded, something important, whatever it ended up being. Sometimes a combination of all three.

On top of that, it was painful. But, that was irrelevant. The bottom line was, Cazador had taken something from him, so Tareque was destined to do the same in return. If that particular "thing" happened to be a spawn who he was growing very weary of seeing tormented, then even better.

He took time with it, memorizing the schedules, noting the days Astarion ventured outwards. He followed him once. Then a second time, a bit further. And a third. Never long enough to be overly conspicuous.

It was the fourth time when he finally acted, first approaching the waitstaff inside The Blushing Mermaid. He charmed them with coin and smiles laden with compliments; the lich knew all the right cards to play to gain his entry in favored ways by that point. It didn't take long before he had one of them grinning, laughing at whatever lewdity he was prattling.

The familiar flash of pale hair caught his eye and Tareque stilled suddenly. -- Ah, there he was. "Pardon me, poppit," he whispered to the girl, excusing himself.

He drew his pipe from his robe, packing it full of a dried lavender and honeysuckle blend, lighting it while he casually approached Astarion. He paused next to the vampire, quietly clearing his throat. "Right on time, Arita. Having a good night? Not that it particularly matters, I suppose."

[shadovan]

@fcllxn-stcr (cont.)

"Can you... keep me?" Astarion was caught off guard. "Well... That depends, I suppose. Not that I'm overly keen on being kept as if I'm someone's pet, as you could imagine."

The elf's brow furrowed as he gave a little thought. Of course, not every scenario in his mind was a bad one, but being Cazador's pawn for as long as he was... It was hard not to imagine.

"Say, hypothetically, if I were to say yes, what's in it for me?"

Well, perhaps that hadn't been the best wording. Especially not tossed about at someone who had likely had endured a less than pleasant history of being 'kept,' but oft times the words slipped out of Tareque's mouth before he could filter them. Such as it was. Fortunately, Astarion merely looked more confused than offended... or so he hoped.

Oh, was he actually playing along?

The corners of the lich's lips quirked, pleased. There were so many things he could say, most of them lewd and highly inappropriate, but... there was a time and place for that sort of commentary, and even Tareque recognized that. (Contrary to the belief of most.)

"Ah, anything in my power to grant you," he promised, because what more could he offer than that? At least genuinely. -- Then, with a chuckle and a soft smile, Tareque shook his head, "Be calm... I merely jest. Not that I would object, of course. I am no fool."

Sitting back in the air as casually as one might in a chair, he lit his pipe, looking at the elf with curiosity for a long moment. "What would you ask for, if you could?"

[shadovan]

He most certainly did not stop hovering, quite content to recline on nothingness in comfort. If others had on issue with that, it was their problem, not his. If Astarion was "all pointy ears" to what he had to say, then this was how he would remain.

Tipping his head back, he exhaled a smoke ring in the air as he contemplated his next few words, very carefully. He could be cryptic. He could be sly and vague. Or he could be blunt and play his cards how he would rather someone do if he were in Astarion's shoes.

"I believe that... what is about to happen next might be a tad bit less elegant, unfortunately," he explained. "Call it an vengeful experiment, of sorts." He would blame it on his own pettiness.

Leaning over, he tapped his pipe out on the edge of the table, the ashes falling onto the floor, followed by his own boot to snuff out to coals before he finally shifted to stand on his own feet. "I'm going to attempt to sever that connection that cunt-bitten fopdoodle has ahold of you. And while I'm not an expert one these details, based on what I've observed, I'm sure you're going to fight me on it, whether you want to or not, yes?"

A trick. All a trick. Astarion's heard it all before. Tareque was sent to test his resolve. Bait him into saying an ill word against the Master. Word Cazador would hear and find a new way to punish him for the slight. Astarion has learned to school his expression. Shove any malcontent so far down it doesn't show on his face.

Oh, he'd take more than a hot poker to Cazador if he had the ability. But he couldn't. The compulsion bound his violence. Bound the rebellion he may have once acted on. The frigid chill of the grave. The suffocation of stone and the broken screams of his voice. No. He wouldn't rise to an obvious bait. No matter how tempting it was to add to the diatribe.

"I'm all pointy ears to whatever it is you wish to say." Astarion responded automatically. There was no trust in his eyes. "Do hurry this along. The Master grows very irate when he isn't tended to on time." He had dinner to prepare.

"And stop hovering. You're drawing attention." He doubted Tarque would heed his words out of kindness. Instead, he applied to the lich's sense regarding their shared 'associate'. "Don't make tending to the Master's needs more difficult than it already is. He's very discerning."

Even his pretty face and roguish charm wouldn't make the patrons forget a wizard floating in the middle of a seedy tavern. They were already drawing attention and not the kind Astarion needed for a successful hunt.