#Durge: ...On the other hand I'll do it myself.

[y-rhywbeth2]

Durge: "Why are you at rest? Start cleaning the camp!" Sceleritas Fel: "Aaah! Master! I'm sorry, I'm ever-so sorry to forget my other duties! What a wretch I am! I'm not even worthy of being your scullery maid." [startled, realises he has done poorly] Durge: "Wash the dishes!" Sceleritas Fel: "At once. I will shatter some glasses and sprinkle the fragments in the beds of your other followers. Keep their dreams bloody."

Truly the world's most helpful butler. I would love to know how he interprets the other household chores.

[ddarker-dreams]

Locke, I don't interact with fandoms much but uhhh could you help a girl out and explain the appeal to ENVER-EVIL-ASS-GUY-GORTASH??? 😭😭😭

Like I don't see the appeal 😭 but that's ok 🙏 i can be converted !!! Would you care to explain a lil what it is that you like about him? 👉👈

(On another note, how do you feel about Astarion or any other characters you'd like to talk about (just in generallll))

rubbing my lil hands together ... ohohoho........... for months, i have languished in silence, biding my time until i could conduct my Enver Gortash proselytization. i'll begin with some broad strokes then focus in on the dynamic i built a loose storyline around.

among the dead three's chosen, he's the most reasonable (although, to be fair, the competition isn't steep). his willingness to share authority with tav/durge belies a certain pragmatism most power-hungry folk lack. this is probably why bane picked him out from the riffraff. he's vain, sure (what with his portrait being plastered everywhere), but he isn't arrogant. he knows that to see his goals realized, he'll need to cooperate with others. patience, compromise, calm in the face of unexpected circumstances; these attributes disguise and strengthen his tyranny.

this snippet from the readable item, the ultimate state, specifically the bolded portion is of great interest to me:

What is progress? Progress is the movement of society and culture towards a state of collective unity. Without unity, mortals, each with their own individual agenda, blunder against each other, causing friction, conflict, war. Unity - peace and prosperity - is achieved when the collective follows a single agenda, that of one superior person.

he wants a functioning society, not a wretched one, where evil's inflicted for evil's sake. with that out of the way, i can finally elaborate on my neoliberal business major x humanities major dynamic. i'm sorry to everyone who read that cursed sentence, but it describes this relationship so well, i can't bring myself to delete it .

your early interactions with lord gortash are rife with tension. he senses your disdain, finding it more amusing than threatening. you're an idealist, well-intentioned yet naïve to the ways of the world, at least in his initial appraisal. when your path's cross, he entertains your perspective. you dislike his rhetoric, he believes your aims are as likely to happen as a reconciliation between shar and selûne.

you do have potential though — he won't deny that. gortash starts looking forward to your little run-ins (occasionally organizing these 'coincidental' encounters behind the scenes). unlike the other fools championing your bleeding heart cause, you walk the walk. he can't help but admire that quality. you'll inevitably be treated to one of those 'we're not so different, you and i,' spiels from him. you're easy on the eyes and make for pleasant company, this development was inevitable, in his opinion.

you wanted him to be this wicked, heartless monster, he can see your inner conflict when you realize this isn't the case.

there's a thrill in wooing you. gortash begins inviting you over, offering to make concessions on this or that issue should you plead your case effectively enough. and he does so enjoy hearing your arguments. it's a window into the workings of your mind; his latest intrigue. a few goblets of wine in, he's steering the conversation away from politics or philanthropy and into subjects more personal.

he already knows a great deal about you, courtesy of his vast information network. it spans throughout baldur's gate and beyond. naturally, he keeps this information to himself. you may have an inkling of a suspicion, but he's utilized so many proxies that nothing definitive can be traced back to him.

you develop some influence over him. you haven't made him soft per se, he's just more willing to 'do good' then before, since it'll earn your respect. it's still a means to an end.

[jojoma]

Some time ago I wrote out points why I ship Astarion with Karlach (them remains my favorite and headcanonical ship in the entire game). But I understand how conflicting and possibly traumatic the relationship is. I wanted to write a lil bit about this. But it'll be a long post 😁

The game is currently bugged in such a way that the couple doesn't have a happy end (in my opinion, cuz Karlach return to Avernus only with AA), but there is an absolutely sad ending (when spawn Astarion runs away from the sun and Karlach die alone). I, like many other hellspawn enjoyers (snezhjeyka, decembersiris), thought about how much it would be better if they died together on the pier. At least it's better than what is happening in the spawn Astarion playthrough by now (described above). They both are deprived of a normal life, both refuse to live without what is valuable to them (Faerûn, sun) and without each other, and both turn to dust. It's very poetic, tragic and etc. But I'm more interested in angst before this.

I mean only the player knows all the variations of events. For example, that Karlach can be fixed or that Karlach cannot be turned into a vampire. The relationship has no prospects from their points of view, and the options that they have cannot completely satisfy both.

Karlach dies quite quickly. She can die in her beloved world or try to survive in the hells. And we all know what Karlach think about it — she would rather die now and here. But as soon as Karlach start relationship with someone, it becomes also her lover’s problem. It would be strange if her partner accepted that Karlach would die so soon without even trying to convince her. Now put Astarion into this place: he is just beginning to heal and feel alive. Even before he defeat Cazador, loving relationship with a patient and gentle partner (such as Karlach) can influence him in a good way. So Astarion is afraid to lose his lover and Karlach is afraid to return to Zariel’s place.

On the other hand, Astarion needs to decide what he'll do with the ritual and soon enough. And unlike Karlach, he doesn't know what to do. In my opinion, if Astarion could make the choice on his own, based on background he would be choose ascension. The decisive factor in the other direction can only be his love interest. My strong headcanon is this: as Astarion will not agree with her early death, as Karlach will never agree to become his spawn (10 years of slavery to Zariel was enough for my babygirl). And any of other companions or Tav/Durge as Astarion's lover can offer to stay with him, help him full recover and adapt to a new life (anyway spawn Astarion will be alone in the future). Karlach doesn't have such opportunity at the moment, and her condition lead into the hell with no guarantee of survival or return to Faerûn. It requires some sacrifices from Astarion, which due to his condition, he may not be ready for.

I can imagine such dialogues before bedtime, turning into heated disputes:

— I'm worried about your condition, Karlach. — I don't want to talk about it. — There's other options. I think you should return to Avernus with me. — Well, and I think you shouldn't get involved to the ascension ritual. I know you want to take Cazador's place. — It's not up to you to decide. This way I can protect you and may even save you by turning you into a vampire. — I'll never become yours or anyone else's spawn, thank you!

I need to stop making myself sad 😢 They deserve a very very happy end.

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Bite The Hand

Astarion x F! Dark Urge

18+ feelings developing, sad durge stuff, bondage, roughness, fingering (f!) oral (f!), p-in-v, slight ass play, blood drinking, two bloodthirsty idiots falling for eachother

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"You're sure?"

Her eyes heavy, but trusting. "Yes, wrists bound."

He had been trying to get her to spend the night with him again, though he would never admit how eager he had been.

He had become quite infatuated with her. Them being, well, together. Whatever that means. Even talking her through her little murder attempt. His murder attempt. Gods would anything ever be simple.

When he would dance around the subject of spending time alone together again he would see her jaw clench just slightly. Maybe another night. She'd reassure.

He understood her hesitation, of course. Hells she had tried to kill him in his sleep not long ago. But despite himself, he wanted to be near her. To spend time with her, away from the others.

Though her base nature was sinister, she shined with goodness. Honestly, she could do with more mean, in his opinion. Though he had been coming to understand it was a concentrated effort for her.

Only in small moments she would allow herself to dip into her malicious nature and it drove him mad. And Gods, the way she kissed him... lips plush, heavenly. She was designed to ruin men like him. He was hopelessly enthralled.

So when she had finally relented and agreed to spend the night with him, his chest thrilled. With one catch.

"Darling, I hardly think that's necessary. You know I ask before I bite."

The corner of her mouth twitched in a smile. Eyes lightened slightly. He preened at making her brighten.

"I'm serious asshole," He breathed a laugh. "It would give me peace of mind, at least."

Her eyes softening again. "I do want to spend time with you, truly. I just dont trust myself right now." Tears threatening the corners.

"I would never forgive myself if I-"

"Oh, hush," He soothed, pulling her into him gently. "I'll do it, dont worry." He murmured into her hair. Tiger lily. Blood orange. Gods, even her scent was like a drug. He resisted burying his face in her.

With the nightly insect song outside his tent, he teased her. Revelled in her.

Sitting cross legged on the floor of his tent, her wrists being expertly bound by him. He hovered around her, making like it was a sensual thing they had agreed to. Making it a game. He purred sweet words in her ear, fingers working. Vexed her. Savoured in her blush.

"You're so full of it." She laughed, the tips of her ears deliciously flushed.

He pulled his hand to his chest, mock offended. "Darling, the only thing I am full of is your hot blood." He admonished. She snorted, her foot gently kicking his side.

He had kept focus on his technique but found it difficult. The sight of her long slender hands. Silk soft. Patterns of vitiligo, light and dark. Claws long and sharp. Delicate but deadly, being bound by him.

"You seem... distracted." She smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye.

He shot her a look, only making her smile wider. Rearranged to be sitting on her knees, back arched just slightly. Oh he loved when she got like this.

"What makes you say that, my sweet?" He intoned, caging her thighs between his, rope twisting and pulling.

"You know," She leaned forward, lips delicately tickling his neck. Her heat permeating him. "You're not as slick as you think you are."

He held back a shiver as she ghosted her lips against his skin, trailing up to his ear. Her sweet voice a deadly tonic.

"You have tells, frywm wlas." He squeezed her thighs between his at the pet name.

She had teased previously that he was so pale that he was fresh snow, repeated it back to him in infernal. That she loved to see him drenched in blood in the same way. Hells below, that had fed his nighttime fantasies for weeks.

Hundreds of years of seduction had made him a master, but her... she was something else.

"These really should be behind my back you know." She mused, testing the strength of his work as he finished. Hands resting in her lap. Seemed impressed by the intricate ties.

"While I dont doubt that you can do untold damage with all of your limbs tied, I think this should be sufficient." He absentmindedly pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.

She looked up at him, her eyes soft. Seemed about to say something then bit it back.

"Please, indulge me." He murmured, a delicate prodding. Hand trailing to cup her cheek.

She sighed into his touch, eyes fluttering closed. "Its just, you're so gentle. I've been... well, I dont know if I've ever been touched this way."

His dead heart ached. Struck again by how similar they were.

"Is it okay? The touching, I mean." He whispered.

Her eyes seemed to swim in thought. "I think so. It feels good."

She relaxed, eyes closing again. "I dont feel sick when you touch me. It's a nice break."

His eyebrows threaded together in confusion. Sick?

Another spear through him. "Caron," He tested, "How do you usually feel?"

Her eyes opened in a flash, realizing that she had divulged something that she hadn't meant to. Lips forming a thin line.

Her eyes tried to escape his but he wouldn't let her slip away. "Caron?"

"It hurts, all the time. The nausea is worse." She shook her head gently. "I'm more used to it now, can push it to the back of my mind easier."

He wanted to say something comforting, something profound. But no words would be enough.

"It only stops when I kill. When there's violence." She smiled sadly. "Luckily there's been a lot of that lately. Imagine if we lived in a little house in Lower City... the carnage."

Her effort to lighten the mood struck him a third time. Was... he in her dreaming of the future? Felt a swell in his chest.

"Astarion?" She questioned softly. He realized he hadn't said anything. Leaving her in silence.

"I should go, this was a bad idea." She flustered quietly, started to stand.

He grabbed her hands. "Please," Eyes boring into hers. "Please dont go."

Her eyes went wide, seeing something in his expression, in the strain in his words.

"You dont have to be alone." He pulled her back.

"I dont have to be alone." Shakily, more to himself. The truth.

"And isnt it terrifying?" She smiled knowingly, tears in the corners of her eyes. Sinking back down to him.

His eyes flashed to hers. "Yes."

Pulled her strong into a kiss.

She moaned into his mouth, the softest cry. Turning her head to slot perfectly into him.

His hands in her hair, gripping her waist, her hips. He finally had something, someone. Drinking her in, gorging himself on her soft body.

Needing more, his hands met the front of her tunic, fingers flashing the buttons open.

Trailed his mouth to her neck, the space under her ear, the space where her jaw began.

Her little gaspy breaths permeated his mind. The haze of lust blinding.

"Well I'd like to help, but.." She breathed, could hear the smile in her voice. Tied hands mock straining.

"If you touched me right now I'd go mad." He warned, voice low.

Heard her breath catch. Her pupils widening to saucers.

He pulled her tunic off, now only draped helplessly around her arms. The sight of her soft flesh, ridged spikes leading him down. Her full breasts, the soft curve of her belly, the dip of her waist.

He groaned, low in his throat.

Hungry mouth encasing her hard peak, fingers pinching and rolling the other.

She arched hard into him, the skin of her sternum caressing his clavicle. Shocked again by how soft she was. Lamb's ear.

He laved his tongue up and down her nipple, panting. Already engorged by his devotion.

She writhed beneath him, pushing her chest up into his mouth. Little pleading moans. Legs wrapping around his hips.

Feeling the muscles encasing his hips he moaned. Her legs were deadly strong, he knew. Had watched her kick down a double door with ease to get in a burning building. It would take very little effort for her to gain the upper hand.

But she didn't, just clung to him like a buoy in a storm. If his touch was a relief, he'd give her as much as he could.

His fingers trailed down her front, finding her leggings offering resistance.

"Gods, why aren't you naked already?" He groaned in frustration, yanking the damned things off her plush hips.

"And whose fault is that?" She gasped between his harsh pulls.

"You're right." Leaning forward to purr in her ear. "In the future I'd prefer you come to my tent in just my camp shirt."

"Deal." She licked and bit at his ear, now within her reach.

He shuddered, much to her delight. A little triumphant moan directly in his ear.

His limbs on fire he flipped her onto her belly, her tied hands above her head. Pulled her hips up hard. Seeing the wetness already flowing out of her in rivulets.

"I warned you." He groaned low to her gasp.

"Oh no, whatever shall I do..." She teased, waving her ass back and forth at him.

He growled deep in his chest, diving on her. His mouth seeking and ravenous on her cunt.

She swore in infernal, hips quaking. Her tied hands pounding down against the ground. She pushed into him harder, hips greedy.

He was gone against her, tongue lapping and hot. A frenzy. Hooking his arm around her as her hips threatened to give out. Suckling down around her hard clit, nibbling. Smiling into her as he heard more vulgar language.

Finally coming up for air he teased his two fingers inside her, other hand gently circling her tight asshole. Reveling in the little gasp that left her.

"It seems like you want more, my hellion."

Her tail lashed around him in frustration, only deepening his smile.

"You're the devil, you know that right?" She groaned into her arm as his fingers curled into her.

He laughed at the irony. On his knees he trailed a hand down her spine, fingers picking up pace. She was so warm, a furnace against his body.

"Astarion," She groaned, hips driving into his hand. Oh he would never tire of the way she said his name.

"Yes?" He purred.

"If you dont fuck me right now I'm going to kill you."

Knew she meant it as a joke. Probably. The danger thrilled hot in his pelvis. Painfully aroused, he finally freed himself.

Lining himself up to her, gripping her hip. Heard her groan in pleasure at his rough hold.

Slowly he sank into her, hips already threatening to slam down. Gods she was perfect. The pressure unbelievable, the muscles of her gripping him already.

Fully buried, his eyes fluttered shut. Not even started and he was already in ecstasy.

"You're so beautiful." She breathed. Opening his eyes he saw that she had twisted to look at him. Her eyes glowing a haunting green in the dim light. He could always find them in the dark.

Fondness for her spilling in his chest he leaned forward, catching her around her neck. Pulling her up to him in a deep kiss.

Hips slowly starting to roll into her, he kiss her, savoring.

Her mewls into his mouth a sirens call, back arching against him. His hand still on her throat, applying gentle pressure. Other reaching down to swirl circles on her clit.

Could feel her body shaking, her clenches around him getting stronger. Still he kept a languid pace, hand on her neck arching up, pulling her throat free for him. But he didnt bite down. Not yet.

"I want you to bite me when I come." Her voice, dark. His hips stuttered, concentration briefly broken.

"Yes," Was the only response he could muster. His voice a groan.

Her gasps getting closer and closer, a birds eye view of her chest heaving. Hands straining against his bonds. Head thrown back against him, breathing in her scent fully. Hitting the back of his throat, making him salivate.

Hand a blur against her clit he couldn't take it anymore, needed to taste her, needed her to come all over him.

She tried to lurch forward as it hit her but he wouldn't let her escape. Hand still steady on her shrieking throat he bit down hard. Pulling her molten blood into his throat.

The supernova of pleasure in it hitting the back of his skull like a hammer. Eyes rolled so far back he thought he might go blind he released. Her vice grip around him wrenching him for all he was worth. A loud whimpering cry wet against her throat. Hand pulling her further back into him. Couldn't get enough, not ever.

Her tied hands swung back and hooked behind his head, holding him there as she writhed and begged. His hips still pushing into her. "The blood, the blood," She moaned, her voice a tempest as she clamped down around him in her final throes.

Sitting back on his haunches he let her fall into him. Her gasps against his chest.

She let her full weight against him, head lolling into the curve of his neck.

He hushed and cooed into her, one hand pulling the hair from her face, other freeing her from her restraint.

Her hands falling free she cupped the back of his head, holding him so sweetly.

"Can we lay down?" She asked, voice still little more than a breath.

"Of course." He crooned, pulling her down onto his bedroll. Laying on his side next to her.

"Oh come on," She groaned in frustration. Pulling him into her, their limbs tangling.

He blinked, about to pull away but her hand gently scratching his scalp melted him. His head coming to rest on her chest. The drum of her heartbeat a song. So so warm.

They lay like that a while, a tranquil silence. Intertwined bodies finding eachother.

"Thank you." She whispered, could hear her heart picking up speed. "For trusting me."

He huffed against her. "I could say the same. You're not uniquely troubled, you martyr." Her laugh shaking his head.

"But you're welcome. It's easy with you."

~

Part 3

[bharv]

Fic stuff

I have a bunch of new followers recently so I'm going to plug the fic. Because the fandom has very quick turn around for people seeing things, and that's why I'm here. I refuse to let myself cringe!

You followed for Gale content?

I love the wizard. First thing I'll recommend is the ongoing longfic, Breath and Rosewater. It's Gale and a Deep Gnome Bard who is a queer woman, and it's probably 2/3 is not 3/4 from his perspective. I love him. Rated M for violence and very light sex references.

Not up for long stuff? Try Respite. Chronic pain and a bit of care for the wizard. Rated T.

Just want short fluff? I'm collecting prompts here under When in Waterdeep. Always happy to get more prompts.

You followed for Gortash?

I collect stuff about my Dark Urge and Gortash under A Jewelled and Bloody Hand. A part of this, and probably the part I'm proudest of, is Even if Love, a series of character studies about evil aligned characters including Durge, Gortash, Orin, Sceleritas Fel, Kressa, a bonus Wisteria Jannath... These are almost universally E rated. Sex, death, references to incest in relation to Orin. It's Bhaalists, they're nasty, do read the content warnings.

You like a rarepair?

Please come ship Halsin and Jaheira with me. The First Leaf on the Tree after Winter is one of my favourite things I've written. Rated M for discussions around grief, and some references to wildshape sex.

Closely followed by my other rarepair, The Dark Urge/Ketheric Thorm. Blood and Bone, Bone and Blood is a recent fic. I'm proud of the writing in this one, if not the themes. Rated E for extreme daddy issues.

I also take requests, prompts, and I love to talk about writing if people ask... let me know what you want to see!

[shaykai]

6 Songs Tag Game!

Thank you @flamemittens for the tag!

Tagging: @doctorwiggles and anyone else who would like to do this ^^

This is for Vat’il, my Durge <3

1. An event that defines your characters past

I am in trouble trouble trouble And I don't believe We could ever agree That's why I'll do anything To keep myself away from me Maybe when I'm out of sight I'll see me in a better light (…) Say hello to the bliss of a disembodied mind

2. How your character sees themselves

I'm bigger than my body I'm colder than this home I'm meaner than my demons I'm bigger than these bones And all the kids cried out "Please, stop, you're scaring me" I can't help this awful energy Goddamn right, you should be scared of me Who is in control?

(Honorable mention to Top of My School by Katherine Lynn-Rose and God by Jake Daniels)

3. How others view them

You’re no good, you’re no good You could kill me and you should I’m an idiot for thinking this was anything but blood

4. Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic)

Pretty please, come on over and ruin my life Take my hand While we dance on the edge of a knife

4.B Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic)

I'll fake God today Hop up on a cloud and watch the world decay Ana on my shoulders and we'll laugh away

5. Major fight scene

There aren’t any lyrics to this, it’s just a good song <3

6. End Credits Song

Over and over I fuck myself over And under and under I do it again

[whathebeep]

The New Durge Epilogue (Spoilers OBVI cause I need to write a different ending for that) (this is super self indulgent but also if it's well received maybe I'll make a fic of it??) Astarion Romance centered!

Explanation of the dark urge route I have in mind under the cut- I'll probably do a true evil one another time but this is more chaotic good so all the companions are there!

More or less this will be based on a good Durge who took Bhaal's blessing and became an undead assassin in order to stop the netherbrain. Did this from the perspective of " We're not strong enough to stop the brain but if I submit myself to the urge and take the power we have a better chance." Sacrifice for the greater good type idea, with the goal of fixing it somehow after the brain is gone.

Six months ago, they disappeared. 6 months ago they had transformed into the slayer as Bhaal's chosen and destroyed the nether brain, goring it with its claws and teeth to ensure the grand design would never come to pass. When everyone regrouped on the docks, those who remained were off to celebrate. But at some point the group realized their bhaalspawn friend was gone, nowhere to be found.

It was easy to tell that the murders in the city were of someone's doing- murders that stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the dead who fell from the ilithid attacks and toppled buildings- but despite those who remained in Baldur's Gate trying to find you, it was to no avail.

And then came a letter in the mail.

All gathered at the original campsite to celebrate- Wyll and Karlach returned from the hells, Astarion from the Underdark. Gale from his prestigious teaching position, Halsin from the now former shadowlands, Shadowheart from her wandering adventures. Lae'zel's projection was there too, as were Minsc and Jaheira, two grand heroes who were more than proud to see the next generation of heroes gathered.

Yet there was still a missing presence at the camp. Friends reminisced about you, others kept silent and masked their sorrows about your missing presence in a bottle of wine. Withers gave his toast and praised everyone for their parts in saving the world and everyone drank to that. Mirth and good tidings were in the air as everyone drank to their victories...it was Astarion who spotted them. He dropped the bottle he had and it shattered on the ground as he stared, and the others turned to look too. The music stopped and all was silent.

Lumbering over the log was you. It was you! Shadowheart called out for you but was stopped short by Halsin, a firm hand on her shoulder.

In your hand you held a blade- one just like Orin's. Dried blood and dirty stained your old camp clothes, and your otherwise cheery bright eyes glowed red. You lumbered forward, white knuckling your dagger.

It wasn't one of your companions who broke the silence, no- it was Withers.

" You're foolish to have brought them here, Bhaal."

The way Durge twitched, it was clear more than ever as they came into the light what had happened. You had been consumed by your urge, a far greater mad dog than Orin had ever been. Orin at least had her wits about her, but you, here and now? All that you were now was a puppet for Bhaal.

Tears seared from Karlach as they singed away the second they fell. " Soldier..."

Withers approached first, if not slowly.

" Here they are amongst friends. Among memories of goodness and mirth. While here they were free from you, free from their birth right as bhaalspawn. Bhaal, you are but a fool for bringing them here. They may have made their choice and sacrificed everything to be your chosen, to be gifted the power to end the netherbrain...but by bringing them here, there is but a chance to save them. Their destiny is not yours to stitch, god of murder...but their own. That much they are owed. I, however, cannot intervene. These comrades, friends, fellow heroes...they can."

It took the strength of the whole group to bring you down - to stop the slayer form you had changed into and force you into bindings strong enough to keep you still.

While recovering and healing from their injuries, the mood throughout the camp was somber. Seeing you like this, a shell of your former self, it hurt. It hurt so many that cared and loved you.

Withers helped keep you restrained and brought you to his workshop while the others discussed options- discussed how to save you from this unforgiving fate. Jaheira, Halsin and even Gale spoke of magical means- how to potentially ask Silvanus to aid you or even find a magical means to remove Bhaal's hold over you. Shadowheart suggested potentially reaching out to Dame Alin and Isobel to see about intervention from Selune.

Wyll comforted Karlach, who was still rather injured and still overwhelmed by what had happened.

Astarion was the one who spoke up that until an answer was found, that you would need to be kept under watch and key, perhaps even by one of them. No jail held by mere guards in any city would be well fortified enough. That's when Withers returned, Scratch by his side.

" I believe our furry friend has found a solution for that." In his hand he raised the astral prism. The very device that imprisoned Orpheus, that housed the Emperor and kept the party safe from the tadpoles in their brains.

" Are you...are you really suggesting we cage them in there until we find an answer?" Astarion asked in disbelief, and he nodded.

"It is the strongest prison we all know of...and we would have the time we need to find an answer." Gale frowned as he spoke up. This situation wasn't to anyone's likings, but it was better than leaving you out and at risk of killing more.

" And what are we to do if there is no saving them?" Jaheira spoke up, arms crossed. " What if we are delaying the inevitable for them? Would it not be best to end their suffering?" She motioned to you on the ground, and Minsc spoke immediately.

" Are they not worth the attempt? Did they not save each and every one of us?" He motioned amongst the group. " Astarion, Minsc is sure they helped you be free of Cazador. And Minsc is sure they saved bear Halsin from a cage! And did they not do everything they could to save our fire hearted friend from burning to crisp?"

Words of agreement rose from the others in the group. " They sacrificed everything...even succumbing to their birthright as Bhaalspawn to save Baldur's Gate- to save the world from the Absolute and the Brain. We will do everything we can to save them, as they had done for us." Halsin spoke to the group, and all were in agreement. Even Karlach spoke up.

" I might not be of much help in the hells, but we'll help as soon as we can. That much I can promise."

"I will come assist as soon as possible. The war against the Lich Queen will be concluded as fast as possible- but if my direct aid is ever needed, do not hesitate to call on me." Lae'zel spoke- even she had showed up as soon as the fighting started.

Wyll agreed with a nod. " They helped save me from my contract and my father...many of us wouldn't have our freedom without them. It's only right we help fight for theirs." With the overall agreement, Withers stepped forward and his hands glowed once more. A light green hue filled the astral prism and then enveloped you, your bound body turning to mist and being sent inside. After a few moments his hands stopped glowing, but the glow of the prism remained- this time a deep red.

" They are healed and bound inside now. They will not be able to leave, but if needed to any of you may travel inside if not to check on their condition. However...one of you must carry the prism with you. I cannot be the keeper of it." Those in the group looked uncertain. Discussions rose amongst the group of what to do, how to proceed- some outright couldn't. Halsin couldn't due to the children- Lae'zel, Wyll and Karlach couldn't - bringing you and potentially losing the prism in another plane would be disastrous.

It was then that Astarion finally spoke again. He had been the closest to you, your nearest and dearest friend and lover. He had been keeping his feelings all under wraps but there was no denying the remorse painted on the vampire's face. He had missed you- he still misses you.

" I will. I'll keep them with me in the Underdark. There's more than enough vampire spawn down there who I trust are strong enough to help guard it- not that I would let it leave my person." Withers nods, handing over the prism to Astarion. The pale vampire stares down at it, running his thumb over the runes on it. He bites back his tears. " We...we should all get some rest and discuss this in the morning. Please."

Everyone turns to their cots that night, and Astarion retreats to his tent to sleep as well- he'll get up with the others, but will need to be mindful of the sun as it rises. The prism is kept close to his chest as he curls up to sleep, tears falling from his face.

They have to save you- they WILL save you, if it's the last thing he ever does.

[little-tyrant-gortash]

you make me dizzy just by looking at me. (From modern or Durge Jett @quaintnecromancer I can’t decide which lol)

Crush @quaintnecromancer

Enver didn't do anything in particular. In fact, he was lost in his own train of thoughts. He sat at the dining table with Jett; leisurely leaning back in the lavish chair, Gortash idly moved the crystal goblet in his hand, occasionally watching how the wine danced around in it. His golden nails clinked the glass from time to time, just as he glanced up at his company from time to time as well.

But he wasn't really present.

He was thinking of all that happened and all that would happen in the near future; his plans and past and hopes and nightmares. A chaotic mess he wanted to sort out at some point.

When I break free, I'll deal with it. When I make a name for myself, I'll deal with it. When I become lord, I'll deal with it.

When this, when that, when whatever. That time when he'll be able to stop and deal with his traumas - that time would never come.

Jett's quiet words roused him from his grim mood. Quite quickly, at that. Enver's dark eyes shifted back up to look at the other again; the features of the other man pulling at his heartstrings, playing a song he drowned in his own brutal he'd never look at me that way reasoning.

"Oh", he breathed out now, then lifted the goblet to drink from his wine. "I apologize." He sounded sincere as he lowered the goblet again. Melancholic. "I unsettle a lot of people, I know."

[daemon-in-my-head]

durgetash 28 :3

Ooo, thank you anon and @beecreeper for indulging me like this.

28 ' …as a lie.' from this list. Durgetash, MxM, named Durge and SFW, 695 words of whatever their beautiful relationship and common shenanigans.

"What do you mean you'll stay?"

"Just a day or two," the Bhaalspawn sought to avoid the tyrant's piercing glare as he answered, "merely to ensure everything's in order and stays that way. It would be a shame if something went wrong as we near the completion of our goals, wouldn't you agree?"

Albeit valid reasoning, Enver Gortash's grimace refused to let go of the suspicion clawing at his features, "Ketheric is a competent General. And as much as I loath to admit this to his face, I'm fairly certain he'll be able to keep his own men in line even without your well meant intervention."

He raised a brow at his so-called dearest before digging for the real reason as to why the other man wished to remain in the lands suffering underneath the same curse that haunted him, "unless, perchance, you have a different reason why you'd like to stay behind? Maybe something related to a certain changeling and familial strings still attached?"

"I-" before Ellifain could retort or tangle himself tighter within his poorly knotted net of lies the Banite already continued his preachings. Of course, he did.

"Honesty, my dear. You should try it from time to time. It may even work out in your favour if you do."

Yet being aware of the man's disdain for his blood kin and the rather lamentful truth that he'd been caught, the little godling swiftly attempted another one of his strategies instead of listening to Gortash's nagging. Honesty may have been one way to defeat his beloved opponent, but certainly not the only one.

With his hand soon cupping the prickly jaw, he forced the man to look into wide, round, crimson shimmering eyes that seemed almost tearful at this point. "A day, maybe two. You can bear that long, can't you?"

Gortash simply replied with a click of his tongue, whatever other preaching stuck in his throat as he saw himself in the elfs eyes, still trying to refuse to give in to the pull of the Bhaalspawn's hand and voice.

"I swear on my name, I won't prolong my stay for too much." The Bhaalists paused to curl his lips into a smile, unfazed by the Banites stubbornness, "after all, I can't have you usher in your well-deserved reign without those who enabled it." The knowing, now almost smug-looking grin reflected back at him from within the dark eyes still holding contempt for decisions made without their owner as the man finished. A final petty trick up the elf's sleeve, but unfortunately for the tyrant, one that seemingly worked.

"Two days, any longer, and I'll drag you back myself if I must," Gortash rolled his eyes, an empty threat, no doubt, but a tyrant couldn't possibly give in without even the slightest hint of hesitation, and a quick defeat like this one warranted the venting of a bit of his frustration.

Gleefully ignoring his companion's displeasure, however, the little Bhaalspawn had already begun to launch yet another attack. His hand still holding onto the skin defended by the beginnings of a beard was soon joined by another, the lips spewing uncomfortable truths and makeshift lies meeting those of his most treasured opponent.

A quick yet deep kiss. The hungry kind, the one that makes you feel as though your breath is being stolen away all while a sly tongue prods and pokes to steal whatever else may yet remain. But also the kind that is over before you could ever savour the delicate intricacies of another being so close to you, a painful fact the suddenly not-quite-so-disappointed-looking tyrant lamented with his thumb rubbing the place that had felt another's heat just a mere second ago.

"I trust you'll send word once you reach the city," the Bhaalspawn called out to his latest victim as he approached the door, not a single more glance spared towards the one he'd taken such joy tormenting. After all, he was aware that he couldn't possibly adhere to the oath he'd just sworn nor did he ever intend to.

The temple dealings and his own would take a tenday at least, no matter how much he hurried. But he'd still much prefer to avoid the guilt brought on by facing the one he didn't wish to fool any longer.

[razzberrydazz]

Greeting dialogue if my Durge Rana was a companion:

Neutral approval

"Need something?"

"Something I can help with?"

"What's eating you? Well, other than the tadpole."

Low approval

"What do you want."

"Go on, spit it out."

"Care to bother someone else with your problems? Ah, who am I kidding, of course you come to me to bail you out."

"Choose your words carefully. The Red bares its teeth at your presence, and I'd hate to let it loose on you."

Fair-Good approval

"How can I help, friend?"

"Need a hand? How about a song?"

"Care to tell me why you're gracing me with your presence? I jest, go on and tell me!"

High approval

"What ails you, friend? Tell me so I may amend it."

"I was just missing the sound of your voice! Talk to me, my friend."

"I'm here to listen, always."

"The Red is quiet with you around."

Romanced + Very High approval

"I'll be your dagger, my dear. Point me in the right direction."

"The Red is quiet with you around. Talk, my sweet, so I can find myself in your voice."

"I missed your warmth, dearest."

"Is that your dagger, or are you just happy to see me? I jest, I jest, I know it's both."

"Happy to see you, love. My teeth missed your name on my tongue."

[pessimisticromantic]

Cold Body, Warm Blood Ch. 2

Words: 5.1k M/M Astarion x Redeemed Durge - 18+

Tags: Drama & Romance Slow Burn Past Abuse Past Sexual Abuse Past Torture Past Violence Blood and Violence Hurt/ComfortAngst and Hurt/Comfort Falling In Love Nightmares Blood Drinking Blood Kink Read on AO3 (recommended) Chapter 2 of ? (WIP)

Chapter 1: Blood Like Wine (Read on AO3)

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my mind

A few spoilers for Act 1 & 2

Chapter 2: The Sky Above

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Tav watched as the campsite he had called home for weeks now was bustling with rowdy happy tieflings celebrating their survival from not only the goblins but the druids as well. He noticed Halsin had joined them and was glad to see an attempt at an olive branch from the druids, considering their treatment of the refugees when things started getting hard, was tentatively accepted by the tieflings. It was nice seeing everyone letting loose after all the stress that had been piled on top of them. It didn't hurt that liquor was flowing freely.

Tav himself held a mug of ale, though he had only sipped on it so far. He wandered the camp, listening to the banter, songs, and general high spirits from not only the tieflings but his companions.

Gale had attempted to show Tav how to manipulate the weave earlier, but it went about as well as one would expect from a barbarian, which caused a good bit of laughter from everyone around to witness it.

Afterward, he realized that Wyll was missing from his usual spot near his tent, so Tav set out to find the adventurous Blade of Frontiers. He found the man down by the river, talking with Karlach. It looked to be a serious and intimate conversation. Wyll was looking rather deflated of his usual bravado and Karlach looked like she desperately wanted to console him, but wasn't sure how verbally and physically couldn't.

Tav watched as Karlach reached for Wyll, but stopped just an inch short of touching him. Wyll glanced down at her hand and mumbled something and Karlach's face lit up as he took her hand, just for a moment, before releasing it. Tav smiled and moved on, leaving the two to work through what was eating at the warlock. Tav suspected it was the sudden visual change in Wyll's appearance that was causing the issue. Thankfully, Karlach was incredible at making others feel seen and heard, even though her continued existence was the reason for Wyll's change at Mizora's hand.

Tav slowly made his way to Astarion's tent and saw the pale elf sitting on his stool looking quite miserable. Giving the elf's shoulder a nudge as he passed from behind him to settle himself down on a pillow in front of Astarion, "Why the long face?"

A smile flashed on Astarion's face as he replied, gesturing with the wine bottle in his hand, "I never pictured myself a hero." He took a swig of his wine, grimaced, and said, "I hate it. This is awful."

"Yeah the vintage they brought isn't the best," Tav joked taking a sip of his ale, "At least the ale is decent."

Astarion glared at him, but it was soon cracked by a smirk, "It tastes like vinegar."

Tav set down his mug and grabbed the bottle from Astarion's hand and took a long drink. It was a cheaper red, but it would still work to get a person drunk at least. Wiping his mouth he handed the bottle back and Astarion's eyes flickered to the mouth of the bottle and back to Tav. "Not the worst thing I've tasted. Though with your standards, yeah, it'd be pretty disgusting," Tav said giving Astarion an apologetic look.

Astarion took another sip of the wine and said poutily, "I just wanted a little fun. It'll be quite hard to do with…this," and he gestured to his bottle.

Tav laughed, picking up his ale again, and bumped it against the wine bottle, "I'll toast to that!" He took another long pull from his ale, draining half of it easily.

Astarion's eyebrows shot up in surprise which he quickly schooled into a seductive look, "You know, we could always have our own fun, darling."

"Hmmm, I have something in mind we could do," Tav said a lazy smile spread on his face.

"Oh? What do you have in mind," Astarion asked as he leaned forward on his seat.

"Meet me later on by the ruined building that's nearby and I'll show you," Tav said with a wink. He stood and walked away and the entire time he could feel the vampire spawn's eyes on him.

Tav made a few more rounds of the camp, making sure his companions were behaving or enjoying themselves depending on the companion, and seeing that the tieflings were enjoying their celebrations. Once the revelry had calmed to a low murmur against the quiet of the night, he made his way to the ruins nearby, a bottle of a finer vintage red in his hands. Approaching in the bright moonlight he saw the pale ghost-like form of Astarion leaning against the side of the stone wall.

"There you are. I wasn't entirely sure you were going to show," he said impatiently, running a hand through his silver hair.

"Stand you up? Never! Now, follow me, we'll have to cross the river," Tav said holding out his hand to the pale elf.

Astarion made a face, "Ugh, I don't feel like getting my shoes wet, can't we find somewhere else to cross?"

"Nope, that would take entirely too long! Here," Tav said and handed the bottle to Astarion, who glanced down at the label and made an appreciative noise. Tav turned and knelt offering his back to the rogue, "I'll carry you across."

"What?" Astarion said shocked.

"I'll carry you so your shoes don't get wet," Tav said plainly, looking back at him. "Come on, it's a beautiful night and I want to show you something."

Astarion huffed in annoyance but stooped to put his arms around Tav's neck, one hand holding tight to the wine bottle, the other clasped the wrist of his occupied hand. Tav stood and as Astarion's legs wrapped around his waist, he positioned his arms and hands to support the other man's legs.

He couldn't help the wide grin that cracked his face nor the flutter in his chest at the feeling of the elf against his back and idly wondered if Astarion could feel it as he started forward. If so the elf didn't make mention of it.

As Tav made his careful trek through the shallowest portion of the river nearby, Astarion grumbled that this was 'quite ridiculous' and that Tav 'better not fall'. Tav just chuckled at the vampire spawn, as he splashed through the calf-high water. It was cold but Tav didn't mind, he ran hot most of the time anyway.

Once he made it to the other side of the river he paused on the riverbank but made no move to set Astarion down and the pale elf said, "You can set me down now."

"I could, but if you'll allow it, I'd like to carry you to our destination," Tav said a slight blush rising to his cheeks. After a moment when Astarion didn't say anything he bowed his head and mumbled, "It's nice, carrying you like this…"

He heard Astarion's soft snort, but the elf settled back against Tav's back and rested his head on the larger man's shoulder, "Well, we don't have all night."

Tav's smile reappeared as he readjusted his arms and then started his journey into the forest and up toward the large outcrop above their camp. He chatted amicably with Astarion as they went; about their companions, and the next steps on their journey. By the time they made it to the top, where the waterfall was, he had a light sheen of sweat on his body and his muscles burned pleasantly from the effort. Astarion was cool against his back, for which Tav was grateful.

He carefully knelt again, and Astarion slipped off his back, looking around the clearing they stood in. They were right next to the waterfall that fed the river that lazily wound its way past their camp as well as a rocky shelf that looked over the campsite below.

Tav watched as Astarion walked to the edge and peered down into the darkness at the now quiet camp. "I figured since we've been traveling together, you probably haven't had a chance to see the sunrise. So we can share that bottle of wine, do some star viewing, and catch a beautiful sunrise in a few hours."

Astarion turned back to Tav, his face a mix of confusion and uncertainty, "This isn't quite what I had in mind when I said I wanted some fun."

"I know, but I don't think either of us is ready for the kind of fun you were suggesting, Astarion," Tav said gently as he walked up and took the bottle out of Astarion's hands. Tav stepped past him and sat down on the lip of the overlook. He looked up at Astarion and smiled as the elf sat next to him.

"Now then! Let's crack this open," Tav said enthusiastically and peeled the wax off the mouth of the bottle before he pulled on the cork stopper, releasing the wine from its prison of glass. Tossing the wax and cork into the woods, he handed the bottle to Astarion first.

Astarion wore an unreadable expression but took a long pull of the wine eagerly and let out a satisfied sigh afterward. "That is much improved to the swill down there," he said before handing the bottle back to Tav.

Tav downed a couple of mouthfuls before he nodded in agreement.

Astarion looked out and couldn't help but enjoy the view. The moon was full, bathing the world in silvers and greys, and the night sky looked like someone had spilled glitter all over a black velvet sheet. It was more stars than he was used to seeing in Baldur's Gate and he wondered if the amount of light sources the city sported, was the reasoning behind it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tav lean back on one of his hands, cradling the wine bottle in the other, and it looked like he was enjoying himself. Good.

Tav watched as Astarion leaned forward again to look below at the waterfall and a sudden urge boiled up, smashing past his defenses. He imagined pushing Astarion off of the ledge with one swift kick. Imagined watching his body fall, screaming until the sickening thud and sudden silence. Pleasure washed through him at the visions. No! NO! He wouldn't give in to these twisted fantasies. He liked Astarion more than he probably should, all things considered. Tav screwed his eyes shut and felt a spasm go through him and suddenly pain blossomed in his hand. He opened his eyes and realized he'd grasped the bottle hard enough to break the neck of it. Wine, glass, and blood mixed as it poured over his hand. "Fuck," he said simply. Better the bottle than Astarion's neck he thought as he moved the bottle to the side and took a look at his hand.

Astarion turned and grabbed Tav's wrist firmly, "Hells. Must barbarians break everything," he mumbled and began picking the glass out of Tav's wounds. "Why is it I'm always the one patching you up?"

Tav grimaced but couldn't help a chuckle at Astarion's displeasure, as he made up a lame excuse, "Sorry, I got distracted. I forget my strength sometimes."

Astarion just grunted in reply as he finished pulling out the last shard. Then Tav watched as the vampire spawn lifted his injured hand to his mouth and pressed the wounds to his mouth. Tav hissed in pain but didn't pull away. Astarion took his time, his tongue cleaning the blood and wine mixture coating Tav's hand. Tav swallowed hard as he watched the pale elf. The moonlight bathed his pale skin in an almost ethereal glow. Completely different urges welled up in him as he spoke, "Thank you."

After a few heartbeats, Astarion sat back a self-satisfied smirk on his face. "No point wasting either the wine or the blood." Tav looked back down at his hand and realized almost all of the wounds were staunched, whatever Astarion had done with his tongue was enough to slow the bleeding of all but the deepest cut. "We'll need to stitch that last one, sadly. I can only do so much," Astarion said releasing Tav's wrist, picking up the broken wine bottle, and peering in.

"Hm, not much left," he said disappointed, and cast the broken bottle out over the ledge. They heard the faint sound of shattering glass and Tav flexed his hand gently, careful to not aggravate the cuts as Astarion laid back to stare at the stars.

After a few moments, Tav joined the pale elf in his stargazing and a comfortable silence formed between them.

"What's your favorite star or constellation," Astarion asked softly as he turned his head to look at Tav.

Tav hummed thoughtfully before a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. He met Astarion's gaze and replied honestly, "You."

Astarion snored and looked away, but even in the dim light of the moon, Tav could see the delicate blush on the tips of Astarion's ears. The elf shot out a half-hearted insult, "You're insufferable."

Tav rolled to his side and reached out to turn Astarion's face back to his, "You are a magnificent sight to behold when you blush."

Astarion stared at Tav, his eyes dropping to the half-elf's lips. He propped himself up on his elbow as his lips met Tav's.

Tav melted into the kiss, his hand sliding from Astarion's jaw to the nape of his neck. Astarion could feel the painful roil of emotions stir in his stomach but he smashed it down ruthlessly. He didn't have the luxury of letting Tav's whims control his fate, regardless of his feelings on the matter.

Astarion pushed against Tav's chest, pushing the larger man's back to the ground, and smoothly slid around his waist.

"W-wait 'Star I don't-" Tav started but Astarion cut him off with another kiss as he bucked his hips against Tav's own. Tav groaned against his mouth and his fingers dug into Astarion's hips, pulling the pale elf off of him, with an incredible amount of strength.

Tav shifted away breathing heavily, "Astarion you have to stop doing this. I can't keep taking the whiplash that you've been giving me. You say you need time one moment and the next you're flinging yourself at me, and I just…I don't understand."

Astarion collected himself as Tav frustratedly ran a hand through his hair. Schooling his face into a carefully seductive look Astarion barreled ahead through the fear that was thrumming through his nerves, "What if I said I love you?"

Tav flinched and looked away, "More honied words, after everything we've been through and overcome, would you just be honest with me?"

Astarion's face twisted into scorn as he spits out, "You want honesty? Fine, I'll give you honesty-" and stood pacing away from Tav, rage rolling off of him like Tav had never seen before. Astarion whirled back to the surprised half-elf his face a mask of twisted pain and hatred, "I spent 200 years luring back pretty little things to Cazador with my body. It's all I've known for so fucking long. Whatever I wanted, however I felt about what I was doing, it never mattered. Cazador never gave me a choice. I've lived in fear for so long, that I don't know how to stop thinking and behaving like I'm still Cazador's slave."

Tav stood slowly, careful to not startle the enraged rogue in front of him, as he spoke, his voice low and soothing, "You're not a thing to be discarded after being used up, Astarion. Not with me nor anyone else at our camp thinks that. You don't have to keep pretending or putting yourself into these kinds of situations."

Astarion stared at him, tears threatening to fall as they gathered onto his dark lashes. He was shaking and it felt like a rock had been lodged in his throat, as Tav spoke again, "You are worth a great deal to me, 'Star. These feelings aren't contingent on us having sex. I just want to be with you, and if you honestly need it, I can take a step back from this and we will just be friends." Tav stepped closer, slowly reaching out towards Astarion's hand but not taking it, "I promise you, I only want you to be happy. What do you want to do?"

Tears slipped down Astarion's cheeks as his jaw muscles jumped, catching the light of the moon, before he finally spoke, "I…don't know. It's been so…long since I've had to decide what I wanted." Looking down he took Tav's offered hand and stared at their hands. He said softly almost like he was realizing it for himself in that moment, "But I do know…that this is nice." His eyes were dark and wet when he looked back up into Tav's eyes, but the shy smile he gave Tav was like watching the sun cutting through the fog on a dark day. Tav knew he would be chasing that look in Astarion's eyes for the rest of his life, for as long as he possibly could.

Tav gave him a gentle smile and a soft squeeze of his hand, "Then we will go slow, and figure this out together."

The sunrise was one of the most beautiful either man had seen in a long time.

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It had been an exhausting few days for the group. Lae-zel insisted that they make the trek to Crèche Y'llek to seek a cure for their tadpoles before they head into the Underdark. It had gone from bad to worse; the path to the crèche had been littered with dangerous encounters, and the crèche itself had been incredibly perilous. From the zaith'isk being a death trap to Inquisitor Ch'r'ai W'wargaz's betrayal, Tav and his group had barely made it out of the crèche alive. Lae-zel had been distraught the entire time back to their camp and Tav was at a loss of words to help steady the powerful warrior, who was now adrift in a sea of confusion and doubt.

Tomorrow they would set off to the Underdark, to attempt to find more clues as to the weapon called the Nightsong. Tav was honestly excited to see more of the Underdark, though many in his party were apprehensive. Most of them had never delved into the Underdark before and it would be treacherous to navigate. Astarion and Karlach were the biggest dissenters, but Tav knew it was because they both had an aversion to being without the sun once more.

Tav groaned and hissed as he sank his bruised and battered body into the cool and tranquil pond about a half mile from the campsite. It was chilly, but Tav knew the cold would be good for his weary muscles. He slowly sank further until the water was up to his chin, giving his body time to adjust to the temperature. Once it was comfortable, he took a deep breath, dipped below the surface, and swam under the water until his lungs ached. He burst out of the cool waters, shaking the water from his face and hair as he sucked in lungfuls of air.

"You remind me of Scratch when it rains shaking off like that," an unmistakable voice said.

Tav yelped and turned startled, "Shit! Astarion, you've got to stop sneaking up on me like this."

Astarion's giggle was infectious as he gasped out between laughs, "How am I supposed to announce myself to you if you're under the water? Stick my face in there and start yelling? Oh, I know I'll throw a few daggers next time to let you know I'm nearby."

Tav blushed and turned his back on the pale elf who was lounging on the large rocks on the shore of the pond. "Would you be so kind as to throw my soap over here," Tav said attempting to cover his embarrassment with a gruff tone.

"Hmmm," Astarion hummed thoughtfully, "I've never been called a kind man before, but I believe for you, I can stoop to such a low description." Tav heard a plop as his soap landed in the water next to his elbow. Thankfully the soap was in a net bag with a large cork to hold it afloat.

"Thank you," Tav replied and began washing himself in the waist-high water. He focused on scrubbing as much of the blood, sweat, and dirt as he could from his body, determined to not think about the elf that was probably watching the display. He dunked himself one more time to rinse the last dregs of soap from his hair and body. He felt markedly better from the cool waters and the pleasant fragrance of his soap. He turned back to Astarion who was reclining on the rocks, his back to Tav, looking akin to a languidly lounging cat in a sunbeam, even though the sun was already hiding behind the trees.

Tav made his way back to the shore, found his towel next to his pack, and quickly dried himself off before slipping into his relaxing camp clothes. "All yours now," Tav said simply at Astarion.

"Hmm? Oh, yes, I probably should.." he replied turning to watch Tav as the half-elf dried his hair, "You can stay if you'd like. I may need someone to wash my back for me," he said, his voice and face flirtatious.

"I think you'll manage without my help," Tav scoffed and settled his towel around his neck.

Astarion gasped dramatically like the words wounded him, "Darling, I'm hurt! Though you're right, I wouldn't mind your company, regardless. You can stay here and keep an eye out for anything dangerous, while I'm vulnerable in the water!"

Tav snorted a laugh shaking his head, "Fine." He took a cross-legged seat next to Astarion and faced away from the water. Astarion stood but before he moved away he pressed a quick kiss to the top of Tav's head then left to undress. Tav could hear the elf's sharp exhale at the cold water and the rapid expletives that flew out of his mouth the entire time.

"How in the blazes did you stand this water? It's freezing! Usually, I'm quite impervious to the cold, but this is on another level. Hells! Damn you for not telling me it was this cold. I wouldn't have gotten in if that was the case! My balls have certainly shriveled to raisins at this point, fucking hells!"

Tav snickered to himself and plucked a few thin strands of reed from the edge of the grasses next to the rock he sat on and began to deftly weave them. He wasn't sure why he knew how to weave but he found that it gave him something to do with his hands during moments like this.

By the time Astarion was returning to shore Tav had woven a crown of reeds. He kept his back to the elf as Astarion spoke, "There's something I was hoping you could help me with?"

Tav turned and saw that Astarion had dressed but stood there without his usual white shirt. His silver curls were turned into a dark grey from the water and a few of them still stuck to his neck, small drops of water sliding down the elf's pale chest and neck. Tav swallowed and forcefully made himself focus on Astarion's face and words.

"I need…Well, what I was wondering is…if maybe - perhaps - you might take a look at my back," Astarion said frustration clear in his voice as he shrugged helplessly.

"Oh, did you get injured earlier?" Tav stood worry creasing his brow.

"No, not earlier…just…here," Astarion stammered then turned his back to Tav. His shoulders were stiff and the tension in his body was apparent, but what caught Tav off guard the most was the viciously carved sigil on Astarion's back. He had no idea that this had been lurking on the pale elf's back this entire time. Tav's stomach twisted and he felt white hot anger searing through his stomach.

"What, the hells, Astarion. Did Cazador do this to you?!" Tav said through gritted teeth, his voice shaking from the rage. His jaw ached from the effort of keeping the red from filling his vision.

Astarion sighed and looked back at Tav and was taken aback by the half-elf's grim expression, "Ah! Yes…he…it was a…gift from him. A poem. Something he gave to all of his vampire spawn. He carved it in a single night and made many…many revisions as he went."

Tav forced the boiling rage to a simmer inside of him though he still had trouble getting his voice under control, "I see. Do you…do you know what it says?"

"Sadly, I've yet to find a mirror that works for vampire spawn," Astarion said the smirk not quite reaching his eyes.

"Then…let me be your mirror," Tav said as he stepped closer to Astarion and turned the elf again to focus on the jagged runes as he let his mind brush against Astarion's own.

Astarion let him in and their minds entwined as Tav showed him the scars. Astarion gasped softly and mumbled, "What in the Hells…what did he do to me?"

Tav said, "Perhaps we could ask the others? They could know something more or even point us in the right direction to translating this…poem."

Astarion shifted and half turned back to Tav, his mind closing off from Tav's as he spoke, "No! No, let's keep this between us for now. I…I want to absorb this a bit longer before we drag anyone else into this." He turned to look out at the tranquil water of the pond, his voice soft, "For two centuries I carried this, this wretched thing. Now I've finally seen what he did to me."

"When you're ready, we can see what the others think, and if they don't have any ideas, we'll keep on searching," Tav said determinedly.

Astarion looked back at him, the ghost of sorrow hovering around the corners of his eyes and mouth, "Thank you, by the way. I…I'm not used to showing others my weaknesses."

Tav simply nodded and turned to pick up the woven reed crown from where he had been sitting. "Here. I don't know how my fingers knew how to do this but, well, I think it would look dashing on you," he said lamely giving a crooked smile to Astarion as the elf pulled on his shirt.

After adjusting his collar Astarion took the crown, giving it an appraising look, "This was well done." He delicately placed it on his head and gave Tav a playful pose.

Warmth bloomed in Tav's chest as he looked fondly at Astarion in the rapidly darkening woods. He felt his mind slip into Astarion's again and he gasped in sync with the pale elf.

"Sorry, I didn't-"

"That's what I look like?!"

They stared at each other with wide eyes. "Y-yes…to me…anyways," Tav stammered, feeling that warmth in his chest rising to his cheeks. He kept his eyes on Astarion as their minds mingled together. He kept a tight hold of his feelings, scared that if he let those bleed through the link, he would scare the pale elf away. Being delicate wasn't something that came naturally to him, but he worked hard to always do so around the vampire spawn.

A soft oh escaped Astarion's lips as he stepped closer, the fascination on his face was almost child-like. Tav focused on Astarion's face, slowly roving the elf's face and he knew Astarion could see it all. He hoped the elf liked what he saw because Tav did and he let that feeling escape through his chokehold on his emotions.

The link faded gently and their minds were once again their own. "Well then, at least these tadpoles are occasionally useful," Astarion said ruefully after clearing his throat.

"Sorry again, I was just…thinking of how much I enjoy your company and I guess the tadpole picked up on that," Tav said apologetically as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

Astarion shrugged and looked away from Tav's eyes, "I didn't mind."

"Any time you want to look at yourself, just let me know," Tav said seriously as he picked up his pack and slung it over his shoulder, "We should head back however, Gale doesn't like it when I'm late to dinner."

Astarion sneered as he gathered his pack, "I don't know how you can eat what that wizard cooks up for us. Good thing I don't have to eat."

"Oh come now, Gale's a surprisingly good chef. It's honestly a testament to how good he is because sometimes we have shit all for ingredients and he always manages to make a decent meal out of it," Tav said, nudging his shoulder into Astarion's as they walked side by side back towards the camp, "You really should try it sometime, you might be pleasantly surprised."

"I might be convinced to have a taste; however, I'll need something a bit more filling afterward," Astarion said slyly, looking at Tav out of the corner of his eye, a smirk slowly curling the corners of his lips.

Tav hummed noncommittally as he pointedly didn't meet Astarion's eyes, looking everywhere but at the pouting elf. He couldn't help the smile that spread on his face as he responded and linked his pinky with Astarion's as they walked, "I wouldn't dare to deny you that, love."

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Chapter 3: The Earth Below

[rinwellisathing]

You're Awful, I Love You: Part 23

Enver Gortash/Trans Male Tiefling Durge

Sentry barely processed the world around him until he had fully left the sewers, breathing in the fresh air of the city. Well, as fresh as the lower city air in Baldur's Gate could be. He made his way to one of the corner book hawkers, examining the titles available.

“Vampires are popular this year, huh?” He asked, picking up one with a dark haired, red eyed man in noble clothing on the cover. “But here in Baldur's Gate? You'd have had better luck selling one set in Waterdeep or Neverwinter.” He set it down and looked over the others.

“Well, this is fiction of course, but it's based on true events!” The Dragonborn woman whispered excitedly. “They say there's a nobleman in the city who is a real vampire lord!”

Sentry chuckled and shook his head. “Next you'll be telling me you believe there's a Bhaalist cult in the sewers and Sarevok Anchev is auditioning assassins for it.”

“Well, a vampire lord is less far fetched than that.” The woman folded her arms. “Are you going to buy today, or just critique, Mr. Ojeda?”

“Alright, alright Saffy, I'll take this one.” Sentry picked up one with a masked man on the cover holding a swooning woman in a fine bardic ensemble. “I'm finding myself more and more willing to try the romantic ones lately.”

“Someone special in your life?” The woman asked, gem-like blue eyes searching Sentry's face curiously.

“You could say that.” He paid and placed the book in his satchel, continuing on his way.

Back at Gortash's home, Bane's chosen found himself poring over old notes and stolen tomes he'd spirited away with him when he had escaped the House of Hope. Diagrams and old Netherese writings explained the artifact and its use, but none of that was helpful when he considered where it was, and of course there was no denying its location. After all, how many times had Raphael drunkenly ranted about his long desired prize being snatched up by his father for his own collection, 'kept as some museum piece' as opposed to being used to rule. But Raphael was vain, stupid, short sighted. Gortash was sure even the Cambion's followers knew that. To rule the hells was simplistic, narrow. Why not rule, well, everything? Gain the ability to conquer every plane of existence. It would just take a powerful enough being under his control, well, his and a partner's. He could not do this alone, nor would he have to. It would be fitting that the one who brought this idea back to mind, who inspired this plan with one earnest gift, rule by his side.

He spelled it out plainly as he could in a message to his Dread Executioner, deciding to use a blood red ink, knowing it would catch Sentry's fancy. The message was signed with the hand of Bane in the bottom corner, knowing names would be a poor idea to write down on such a message. He also paused considering what messenger could be trusted to deliver it, and soon his dilemma was resolved as the scent of rot and blood filled the air.

“So you are the Master's concubine.” A grating little voice disrupted his pondering.

“And who exactly are you?” Enver raised a brow, almost amused at the overdressed, diminutive being glaring at him from his fire place.

“Sceleritas Fel, butler and faithful servant to my Lord Chosen Sentry Ojeda, The Dread Executioner.” The little man sniffed with an air of self-importance, puffing himself up.

“Ah, I see...Then you can bring him this message. It is, after all, your job to see to his affairs.” Gortash smirked, sure to make the expression as condescending as possible.

“His....affairs...yes, and his affair with you must be ending! You are not of proper birth to share a bed with my dear, despicable master.” Fel huffed, pointing a gnarled claw at Gortash, circling him like a predator, but indeed seeming more like a small, disgruntled dog to The Tyrant.

“I hardly think someone of Mr. Ojeda's standing takes advice from his staff.” Gortash rolled his eyes, sitting back in his chair. “So, will you deliver the message or have you worn out your welcome here already?”

Fel opened his mouth to speak, then looked taken aback for a moment, ears twitching as though listening to something. “But...but master, I....” He cleared his throat. “Yes, very well. It seems my young master's father sees value in whatever this message contains. Give it here.” He reached out his boney hand.

“Good. I knew you'd see reason.” Enver handed Fel the rolled parchment. “You can return here with his response as soon as he's ready.”

Fel snatched the parchment, grumbling as he stormed back towards the fire place, disappearing in a puff of blood red motes.

[nullcanary]

songfic tag game!

Thank you @lamortwrites for the tag!

tagging: @fenharael @wraith-caller @no-braincells-inc @nnairdav if you feel like playing! If you want to join in, go ahead and tag me :)

Pick a song to accompany each of your fics or as many as you like. This might be the fic's inspiration or just pure vibes that you'd like to share with readers. Tag as many people as fics you feature (or do as you please!)

took me a moment to get to this, but it's been on my mind since you tagged me! while I've only publically posted one of my fics, I've still got several in my WIPs folder that I'm polishing up to post one of these days. I love finding a new song, listening to it on repeat, and diving into an hours long writing spiral.

The Night House (bg3, gortash/durge, explicit, dominate person/throat fingering/blood pacts, m/m, 4.9k)

title: Paranoic Intervals/Body Dysmorphia by Of Montreal

Counting wolves in your paranoiac intervals

Nobody's leaving, nobody is off the beat

You shouldn't try to unpeel my Pavlovian bells

You should be fucking with no one else

Anyone but me is an antipathy

Anyone but me is just your enemy

Only I see you the way you want to see yourself

You should be fucking with no one else

[bonus song]

title: Up To No Good by The Hoosiers

Don't get too comfortable with the man who has no history

Shadows climbing walls hide cracks we don't want other eyes to see

You tell me to shut my mouth, you love the mystery

So he tells you love you now?

Driving you crazy how

Fingers on lips, allow his hands on your hips

You know you shouldn't do this

But there's no turning back

Doctor's Orders (dos2, loshe/doctor|adramahlihk, explicit, possession/masturbation, m/f, 1.9k)

title: Mx. Sinister by I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Oh you never seem to notice

That my heart beats for you

So I'll open you up

And make yours beat for me too

And I'll get you yet

I've got to make you mine

Worst Impressions (elden ring, varré/tarnished, explicit, gore/torture/drugging, m/f, 2.8k)

title: Flip by Glass Animals

Here's to the one with the smoking stare

Running through my head with a bolo knife

Chopping up the threads made up from looms

Of love and blood and hate and some empty tunes

Mechanics of Affection (bg3, dark urge/gortash look-a-like, explicit, vivisection/masturbation/crisis of faith, m/f, 2.5k)

title: Mongrel Heart by Broken Bells

Would it be wrong

To clamp down on your racing heart, Love?

And if they'd known, what sifted down to be found out?

It's not what you deserve

Love is turning you out

Sliding worry round

I try to warn its waiting game

To bring that specter down

Letter to an Old Friend (bg3, gortash/durge, angst/reunions/memory loss, 1.5k)

title: The Opposite of Loneliness by foyer

I can tell you all the ways that it goes wrong

I can fill you in on everything since you've been gone

Hold your shadow next to mine the shape that you outgrew.

Bootlicker (bg3, tav/gortash, explicit, bootlicking/desk sex/dubcon, m/f, 3.6k)

title: Hatefuck by The Bravery

What would they say now if they saw you in this place?

Naked and breathless, could you live with this disgrace?

Could you live? Could you live? Could you live with this?

And there will be no tenderness, no tenderness

When the Coat Drops (bg3, gortash/durge, angst/loss/emotional breakdowns, 2.9k)

title: Through Me (The Flood) by Hozier

The unemployment of the mouth

The waking up, having forgotten

And remembering again the full extent

Of what forever is

With each grave

I think of loss and I can only think of you

I couldn't measure it

The Black Hound (bg3, gortash/durge, explicit, a/b/o, knotting/praise kink, m/m, 3.5k)

[ this song is so goddamn hot and I will apply it to every ship forever until the end of time end tweet]

title: Fever Moon by Kevin Devine

You're quick sand

And every morning say I won't get stuck again

I work and fight but just sink deeper in the end

But by nightfall baby here I always am

I tie myself in knots

You come and shake me loose

I'm bound up in you

We push til you're through

Lit up with the proof

[alicelufenia]

Well said! And well spotted (not to sound like Rath) with all those times where she chooses faith in herself versus putting herself in the hands of another uncaring god (third time's the charm right? Right??)

Like, I'll admit I haven't actually done a Durge playthrough, so my opinion may not matter to those who prefer Bhaalist Minthara, but listen.

Every companion starts the game with something they desperately want that is categorically bad for them and everyone around them. Astarion wants the power to do to others what Cazador did to him, Shadowheart wants acceptance from Shar and is prepared to accept all the loss and forgetting that entails, Gale to fulfill Mystra's wishes though it means his destruction, Karlach would rather die young than live to be old in hell.

Left to their own devices they would follow those paths regardless of the consequences to those around them. And if asked, they would say they're better off. However, by forming connections with others—with Tav/Durge or other companions if an Origin, they will pursue a different path, one that leaves them usually weakend, unfulfilled, or suffering. But, in the end they are happier with the people around them.

Power versus Connections is a theme of the game. Power is tempting, but it is also isolating.

For Minthara, power is of course a MASSIVE motivation. Even at her most Ride or Die, she is that way mainly because she and Tav/Durge are strong together. You give her courage (to face your enemies), you are exquisite (power and brutality are beautiful to her) at her very best she trusts you (to do what must be done as well as stay with her).

Like the other companions, left to her own she would dedicate herself wholly to a god who promises power. Before it was Lolth, then the Absolute. Regardless of the player's Origin, she desires to control the Absolute, to turn that all consuming adoration that trapped her on others. And, while it doesn't come up with Tav, Durge offers another option for her: the favor of Bhaal. While her opinion of gods is famously negative, she remains a person of devotion. It's her whole reason for being a paladin in the first place. And Durge is her way to devote herself once again, through their status as Bhaal's Chosen.

Now, unlike the other companions there isn't a point where Minthara makes a choice in what path to take. But the choice to control the Absolute or not mirrors that choice as Tav, and the choice to accept or reject Bhaal in the case of Durge. Control means condemning all other companions but her, accepting Bhaal can mean condemning the world, herself included. Choosing otherwise in both cases is denying power, for the sake of your connections to others.

This is why I think so many people, myself included, are rubbed the wrong way by the new breakup dialogue. It doesn't leave room for that part of Minthara who is willing to look past the promises of gods in favor of the one she calls beloved, to trust in their shared strength.

Now, is it still possible that they will go on to add further interactions where Durge can properly respond? I would sincerely hope so, and my complaints about it may even be resolved in that case. After all, choosing the path of denying power is almost always the harder one, it would make sense for it to take some doing (or else the option to accept the break-up officially). I think that would also lead very neatly into her reflections on getting revenge, and how unfulfilled she feels about it, how she comes to realize she nearly faced the same fate as Orin—a madwoman put down as part of someone else's crusade.

It's still asking a lot to assume that more is coming, for reasons ilikedetectives already mentioned. But they did bring the writers and actors back for the whole epilogue, which no one expected, so there remains hope I guess?

I romance Minthara as Tav and in both occasions where my Tav: (1) refused illithid power and saved the city and (2) accepted illithid power and saved the city, Minthara does mourn the fact that Tav refused the power to literally become a god, but understands and quickly looks forward to future conquests. And not only that, she chooses to take Tav's name (huge deal for a matriarch society like drow, let alone the Baenre family name). Minthara is also willing to die along with Tav during the final battle!?!?!? She cares for Tav ok.

So it makes no sense for her to breakup with Durge on the spot for refusing to be a god's slave, when she doesn't break up w/ Tav for refusing to be a god altogether. And this is shown in the Elfsong Tavern ending and the epilogue. Being a god sounds wayyyy more powerful than a god's slave. Not to mention commanding an army of illithids and the power to create more fighters for yourself??? Did I also mention the ability to control dragons if you seize the brain? lol

Minthara: there is nothing we can not do together...But despite everything we gave up when we destroyed the brain, it is good to be here with you.

And even if Durge didn't seize the Netherbrain, her attitude is more of "the past is in the past, I look forward to future conquests."

Given that Larian brought back the writers for the epilogue, they must have looked into the ending with redeemed Durge to write the epilogue, so tbh I'd go with that instead.

Also not to mention if Durge rejects Bhaal, Bhaal instakill Durge but Withers revives Durge, which frees Durge from Bhaal. I feel like that should be celebrated?

TLDR: It is in character for Minthara to be mad Durge gave up their power as a knee-jerk reaction for the first few mins (also Emma Gregory's performance is *chef kiss*), but it is ooc for Minthara to refuse to see the reason why and not give Durge a chance to explain.

Oh and this is if you ignore Minthara's entire character arc with Orin (Bhaal) and her relationship with Lolth and the Absolute. After Lolth and the Absolute, Minthara would never want to be under another god's control again (She explicitly states she prefers to die than be under the Absolute's control again if Tav kicks her out of the party). So if anything she would want to be "The Absolute" herself. The whole point of starting a new house is being free from constraints and obey no god.

Minthara in other words: it sucks you didn't seize the brain as an illithid, because the brain sex we could've had.

Minthara's disdain for the gods and the idea of serving/sacrificing for them is explicitly stated throughout the game. She craves power, but never at the expense of one's freedom/life.

Even with Vlaakith, the only reason Minthara doesn't wanna anger Vlaakith is because Vlaakith can and will floor your entire party instantly. Not because she wants to serve any fickle god. And let's not forget where Minthara wants to go spit on Lolth's statue in Baldur's Gate lower city.

TBH I don't think Larian would add a persuasion check simply because that requires new dialogue and voice lines, as datamine dialogue doesn't show any additional content besides this abrupt breakup. So Larian would need to bring writers and Emma back if they want to do this. Or the cheaper solution is remove it? Either way there's a mod for it already so hail modders XD

Anyway, I'm glad what I have for my Durge and Minthara deviates from the game almost entirely.

[rinwellisathing]

You're Awful, I Love You: Part 16

Enver Gortash/Trans male Tiefling Durge

Sentry did not leave his room till night fell. It was after midnight when he finally skulked from the room, cloak raised over his head, and made his way back through the lower city towards Wyrm's Rock and through to Sharess' Caress. He knocked rhythmically at the door, the correct tone to be allowed in after hours and smiled with a small, awkward wave as Mam'zell rolled her eyes and allowed him in. Ushering him to the booth where Ffion and Wysp sat talking with a few other workers.

Wysp rose first and immediately took Sentry into his arms, holding him tightly for perhaps longer than he meant. “You're alright....I was worried about you, idiot. You never came back last night, you know. Or did that upper city ponce wine and dine you too well for you to remember us? Waiting for you here all night and worried sick?” He hissed, his breath warm and welcome against Sentry's ear.

“I'm fine, Wysp. Look. Better than ever.” Sentry replied, stepping back and twirling on the spot to allow Wysp to examine his entire body.

“Well don't leave us in suspense, boy, how was it?” Ffion asked, scooting over to allow Sentry some space at the table and motioning the bartender over to deliver a drink for him.

“Well, I showed him some of my artwork, we browsed a bookstore, had dinner, and then....” He gave a coy smile, trailing off with a secretive smile.

Ffion laughed out loud and raised her glass. “Well you just tell me when you have the ring and I'll make myself available, child!”

Sentry completely missed the look of concern mixed with a brief flash of jealousy that crossed Wysp's beautiful face before he raised his glass to his lips and down the whole thing in one swig. Wysp was tense, on edge. How could he be sure whoever this wealthy someone was that he was treating Sentry right? Not toying with him or using him. Wysp knew all to well the dangers that lurked for people like himself and Sentry, and the Tiefling lacked the years of experience Wysp had gone through. How would he know what to watch out for. The drow felt a protective urge rising in him and he lacked the awareness to clench it down or chalk it up to simple jealousy. Further, Wysp could see the way Sentry moved, a tenderness in his hips that Wysp knew well. He was also aware that no matter the precautions, pregnancy was always a risk for men like himself and Sentry. How could he trust this new paramour to respect Sentry, to understand him, if it came to that. He made his move, approaching Sentry and gently taking his arm, leaning in close.

“Stay with me tonight.” He whispered. His tone was serious and heavy with concern.

“Why? I'd only be a bother. Don't worry so much, I'm fine.” Sentry insisted with a playful laugh, giving Wysp a gentle shove.

“I won't charge you, if that's what you're worried about. Call it a gossip session if you need a reason. Tell yourself I'm curious.” Wysp insisted.

“Well fine then, if you're so intent on it.” Sentry laughed, rolling his eyes teasingly.

Once inside, the drow lit a few candles and pulled some blankets down from his bed, wrapping himself in one and tossing the other to Sentry. He sang a few notes in elvish and held out a hand, a spectral violet one to match floating through the air and setting about lighting a fire and putting a small pot atop it, pouring in some milk and cocoa beans along with sugar and vanilla.

“Alright. So....what happened?” Wysp asked, eyes focused on Sentry while one hand absently directed the mage hand at its task.

“I went out, the guy I fancied fed me, I showed him some art, we fucked. Pretty much what you would expect from a date.” He replied nonchalantly, pulling the blanket over his shoulders and crossing his legs, quirking a brow as he looked at Wysp. “You do stuff like that for a living, why are you so precious about it?”

“I worry about you, Sentry. I feel like there are some things I don't know about you that could get you hurt...or worse, killed.” The bard responded, clenching his hand and making a pulling motion, causing the mage hand to set out two cups and pour the steaming cocoa drink into them, bringing them over one at a time, first to Sentry in a glazed clay mug shaped like a grinning silver cat. Then to Wysp in a similarly made mug with carved musical notes and a handle shaped like a beautiful nude drow woman in a dancer's pose.

“Ha...trust me, Wysp. I'm not the person to worry about in that scenario. Believe me, I'm very safe.” The tiefling shook his head with a chuckle, taking a sip of the drink. “Besides, you act like your life doesn't make me worry about you. We're friends. How do you think I feel knowing the kind of clientele that creeps its way in here sometimes?”

Wysp's expression twitched and faltered, but he hid it well behind his mug, taking a long, slow sip before nodding slowly. “Yes...friends...of course...and that's why I worry about you as well my....my friend.”

Sentry sighed and nodded as Malta noticed he was here, stalking over and crawling into his lap, curling up with a lazy, contented mew. The young man absently stroked the cat's soft fur. “I'm sorry, Wysp. I get it, really I do...but trust me, Enver isn't someone I'm overly concerned about. I have things he needs, he has things I need. If he were ever to harm me, it's mutually assured destruction. He's far too clever not to realize that.”

“Enver...Enver Gortash? The arms dealer?” Wysp's eyes widened. He'd heard of him. Sharess' Caress hosted plenty of Banite clientele. Get a client drunk enough or deep enough in the throes of pleasure and lots of things came out, including names. Including plans. Wysp bit his lip as he thought. It was clear to him at this point Sentry wasn't going to listen. He was young, full of himself, too sure he was too clever to be hurt. Wysp knew better, he had the benefit of experience. If Sentry wouldn't look out for himself, then Wysp would.

“Yeah, you know him?” Sentry chuckled a bit, scratching absently behind Malta's ear.

“I know OF him.” Wysp corrected. “Sorn and Nym have serviced a few of his underlings since that lot started making the money to come here regularly. I know you think you have it handled, but he's bad news. Some of his bodyguards have disappeared, you know.”

Sentry tensed, his mind instantly returning to Jackal's earlier attack and to dispatching him. “Bodyguards disappear all the time.” He replied a bit too quickly. “Better them than the person they're guarding, that's their job.”

Wysp misread Sentry's quick reply. He didn't know what Sentry was really, to him Sentry was a sweet, stupid boy in over his head. To Wysp, Sentry was making excuses for some handsome noble who he thought could improve his life. He frowned and lowered his head. “They don't, actually. Generally there's a body, Sentry. It's not normal.”

“I've heard The Flaming Fist dumps bodies in the harbor to cover up murders they fail to solve.” Sentry blurted out.

Wysp blinked and stared at him deadpan. “Sentry, that's ridiculous...Who told you that?”

“It....it's all over, the whole lower city says so, you can overhear so many conversations....” He stammered, trying to avoid admitting that he'd seen it personally (and that he'd been the reason there had been a body to begin with.) Wysp was a good friend, Sentry couldn't stand the idea he might hate him.

“Uh...huh...” Wysp quirked a brow, taking another sip of his cocoa. “Anyway...Sorry, I guess I'm just a bit protective of my...my friends.”

Sentry nodded slowly, draining his mug. “I get it, really I do, friends are hard to come by. Hey...it's been a hell of a day, let's get some rest. We can cuddle if you like?”

Wysp nodded softly. “I'd like that.”