#at first he's sooo annoyed he can't charm her into securing protection for himself

[annwayne]

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A snip from my unnamed BG3 Tav (Astur)/Astarion fic!

Astur turned skyward, studying the stars in all their unimpeded glory before returning her attention to Astarion. “Yes, I suppose they are brighter here than in the city. Though I must admit, my time spent studying stars is limited.”  Astarion cocked his head and pulled his lips into a pretty smirk. “Let me guess, too busy in the library?”  “Astute.” Astur confirmed. “A great deal of my time is spent in my private study working on spells.”  “Ah, a spellcrafter! How ambitious.” Astarion praised Astur, though her ego remained unaffected. Those who did not study magic rarely understood the effort required to learn so many spells, let alone the great labor required to create a spell. Astur doubted Astarion even understood what he was praising. “Working on a new divination spell? Or perhaps some enchantment to bend unsuspecting suitors to your will?”  “Necromancy.”  What had been a perfectly coy expression slipped into honest shock for a blink before the rogue recomposed himself. Astur, though accustomed to this reaction, found Astarion's response especially entertaining given his faux-noble attitudes. Before Astarion could attempt to salvage the situation, Astur burst out into barely-contained laughter. “I'm sorry,” She said between cackles. “You'd think two hundred years...” Astur shook her head. Once they calmed, they added. "Catching you off guard was certainly rewarding, but your reaction is expected." “You just do not strike as the type to...” Astarion's eyes darted as he gathered the right words. “To have dedicated myself to death?”