#bhaal battle beer bard answering

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

✨Let's talk about OCs!✨How would you describe your OC's personality/aesthetic? What's your favourite thing about them? Tell us a fun fact(s) about your OC or their creation!

❤️Send this to at least 3 people to spread some OC appreciation!❤️

Thank you 😃😘 OC appreciation is really important. Well, in the BG3 community it's massive anyway. Maybe it will spill over into other fandoms too, so more and more of it 😉 (I wouldn't dare talk about my OCs from other fandoms to be honest 😅🫣)

To not always only do it for Saulus, I will do it for all my three Tavs😁

Saulus' aesthetic is a classy romantic bard one: you have flowers, nature, birds and wooden instruments playing with the colours of the wind. You should know her bard book by now 😉 That is it!

Have real bhaal babe Saulus then it will change to grotesque blood, gore, skulls and madness. So let's better stay with the butterflies and flowers Saulus 😅

In clothes her aesthetic started from a battle bard always in her medium armour.

In the camp she only ever wore decent high-necked clothing. Swapping clothes with Shadowheart's strict Sharite wardrobe was the order of the day because she also likes dark leather, dark purple and silver.

Simply anything to cover as much of her skin as possible, which she does not find desirable like Astarion's flawless porcelain skin.

But thanks to Astarion and other Tav friends and the great @aristenfromwarsaw , who showed her the beauty of her body, Saulus has stopped looking at her body the wrong way and has started loving it.

Now she dares to show more and more skin; yes, she even likes to show her thighs and occasionally her stomach 😉 And sees that she also deserves beautiful dresses, which she loves to wear. Or some crazy black leather clothes are also still her style 😉 (The full bhaal mode is something😂) She no longer hides and now enjoys being sexy and trying new things. She is either an elegant lady or a degenerate Bhaal Leather Warrior, those are her styles xDDD

And that is the fun fact and what I love most about her: She was created for an evil run and just ended up to be and become more and more the silliest good time girl ever! 😄 That is her and I can't deny it. She loves love. She can have a sense of humor like a twelve-year-old boy. She is infinitely stupid and naive when it comes to the people she loves. She doesn't mince her words and is incredibly wisecracking, but she only means it in a funny way.

Oh and her whole character is based on the song Perception check from Tom Cardy 😄 (She hit harder than every warrior)

✨Devorah's aesthetic is dress up doll all the way. She is a drow. She is magnificent. She is beautiful. ✨

Her colors were pink and green at first. Then I saw that blue, black, red and white suit her just as well 😂 So she always matched all her make up and body painting to her clothes. She always wore the finest robes. Better to be well dressed than to be too good. And she had no problem walking around in underwear or even completely naked. 😏😉

So beauty, fine fabrics, beautiful colors, luminous under dark mushrooms are her aesthetic.

Fun fact+most likey: I always liked the name Devorah and thought I would use it in the next fantasy game. I didn't know that Lae'zel's voice actress was called that xD She can give the meanest evil eye "thanks" to Volo 😆

She is playing the flute because Tom Cardy the human bard does ;)The gnome kink came from Barcus' "I would kiss you, but neither of us deserves that" which I didn't have in the first two runs and it stuck in my mind so funny as her mission to kiss him xD Being a drow is just fabulous 😏 All the little goblin men love her 💁‍♀️ It just stayed and...yes I have stupid sense of humor and I love it 😆😆 This bard side of BG3 is kinky, ok? 😄

Jeleyah's aesthetic was based on the fact that blue is her color and she has a slightly Nordic touch. ✨

She is always at the forefront with her golden heavy armor. The shield of her comrades. In camp, however, she likes to take off the armor to show the woman underneath. The loving, attentive and tender woman that she is. Then she likes to wear very feminine and figure-hugging clothes.

Fun fact+most likey: I created her in almost every race because I couldn't decide 😂 And in the end I decided on half-elf. And I still think she looks beautiful. I just love her eyes and her gentle face. Really. Her sweet, beautiful face brings me joy. Especially because I know that she always wanted to do the right thing for everyone and always put the needs of her friends first.

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

Dev

9.11.15.17.24

I'm not sure how many questions there were when I started typing numbers...

I really like it that you are always up to play :D

Devorah

for the Tav question game

9. What’s the significance behind your Tav’s name?

In Mortkal Kombat 11 there is a character named D'Vorah and I really liked the sound of it and thought it is a cool name for a character in a fantasy world and kept in mind. And all the years later came my chance and I used it for my lovely Drow Devorah.

11. What is your Tav’s go-to comfort food?

Oh hell. Never thought about it. She is a drow, so it should be something classy from the underdark. But I don't know. Maybe Gale cooked something at camp that is now her favourite food...

15. Is your Tav more likely to fight/flight/freeze/fawn?

Devorah is really not the best in battle, which not means she is avoiding fights. The contrary to be honest. Classy drow behaviour + durge. She takes the risk and does what she can with her lore bard spells. She is more of a supporter of her companions. But not trained in armour but also not hiding, that means she gets very much damage, but always make sure that her companions get healed first.

17. Do they have any enemies outside of the main plot? Any friends?

Enemies: Akabi the djinn; he evaded his just punishment. But believe me...Devorah will find you in any realm and she will kill you and Marcoryl...but he paid for what he did because Devorah settled the bill for a friend.

(She is not a fan of the Emporer)

Friends: All the gnomes. Barcus and Wulbren are her homeboys!!!

(Orpheus also! Oh and Yurgir)

24. What does your Tav consider to be their own biggest character flaw?

Style before safety! And gnomes...she is a little bit obsessed with them. When a man is mean to her..it does things to her.

And maybe to be bad at making decisions...she made some wrong turns...

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

Perfume for Aristen 💜. Redeemed Dark Urge.

Race: High Elf. Class: Sorcerer - she loves thunders. Favorite color: blue. Favorite flower: rose. Favorite daytime: night, because then she can go everywhere with Astarion (her true love) and not be afraid that the sun will hurt him. Favorite season: spring, she loves when everything comes to life. Favorite animal: cat.

Aristen is very nice, she always tries to be empathic and looks for something more in people than others. She has a great sense of humor and she constantly worries and thinks about that what she did when she was under her Bhaal's influence. She hates herself for being Bhaalspawn.

💜

When I look into her eyes, into her soul, I see a tender heart, hiding a turbulent past. Troubled with sorrows, overshadowing kindness but never can erase her warm good natured, kind-hearted spirit. It conveys the fragrant of the mythical darkening depth of the clear blue water. Just like the ocean, calm before the storm, coupled with the clear sky and the stars of the night above. A scent with substance, yet captivating mysterious. Refreshing, velvety, sweet; almost like the embrace of cashmere and silk on your skin. Holds you like a night in satin sheets. And then there is suddenly swirling lightnings and striking thunder, ready to arise to a storm. I smell stormy thunder, lightnings and crashing waves at the rocks of the shore. Cliffs with raging waves and roaring thunder, like a tidal wave, the same way I can smell a warm hug, like a kiss in the rain. Warm, flowery, slightly powdery but not too much, not too melancholy and heavy. Her scent is also fresh and light like the scent of the air after a spring storm, like the freshness of the clear ocean water itself. The petals that slip away in the rain. And leave the awakening forest of the interior purified behind and the waves of the ocean are calm now, leaving at the shore the essence of pearl dust. This fragrant of her perfume makes you want to hug her and never let go, but you know you can't hold onto the lightningstorm forever. Floral, powdery but still with fresh, strong, reliable substance like Aristen herself. The essence of her perfume are the essences of love and life, like questioning: What is the scent of friendship for you? Of love? Trust?

🌊⛈️💙🫧🌹🌺🌹🫧💙⛈️🌊

Head notes: peony, wild roses, blue magnolia, lemongrass, slightest touch of ylang ylang and neroli

Heart notes: white orchid, fresh roses, citrus, blue hibiscus, blueberries

Base notes: water lotus, vanilla, amber, sandalwood, hidden pondering presence of frozen winterberries and honey

🌊⛈️💙🫧🌹🌺🌹🫧💙⛈️🌊

I hope you like it. What would you like to name it? Let me know!

May I suggest:

Storm Rose Dancing Firefly Satin Nights Waves Of Sorrows Kiss In The Rain Rose Of Eden Golden Orchid Thunderstorm Stormy Heights

Or do you have a fitting name for it in mind?

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

hellooooo my love! can you do a perfume for Doe please babes?

here she is. half high elf bard. fave colour is red, fave flower is foxglove, fave food is cherries, she loves golden hour, autumn. she's stubborn and determined but also sweet and gentle 💜

Of course I will my dear 😃🤩 Nothing would give me greater pleasure 😊

I see her in the golden hour bathing in the red glowing light of sun, covered by leafs of the golden autumn forest.

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Looking into her eyes I get the taste of a warm but expressive scent.

🌻🍁🍂🍃

Head notes: sunflower, mandarins, orange blossoms

Heart notes: cardamom, licorice root, cherries, gardenia, magnolia

Base notes: amber, sandalwood, oakmoss, a hint of cinnamon

🌻🍁🍂🍃

That is Doe's perfume for me 😊

What would you like to name it? Let me know! 😃

May I suggest:

Golden Hour

Or

Golden Hour At The Dawning Forest

Or let me hear your name ideas 😃

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

I see you're designing perfumes, but how about a fetching cologne?

You know Thomas by now. ^^

Race: Human. Class: Warlock Favorite color: Red Likes: Order, Training, Power Dislikes: Useless people, crying, time wasters Love these by the way <3

With the greatest pleasure, my dear agent of torture and angst 😉😈 Ooooh...the things I can do with this man...

Ehm...that came out the wrong way😯I ment in case of scents, to be clear!

😈🩸💀🩸😈🩸💀🩸😈🩸💀🩸😈

Thomas' cologne is characterized by ebony, as black as his soul and the look in his eyes.

Oh you may think he reeks of bloody steel from sharp blades seeking for revenge; but far from it, it is much more complex.

A smokey, woody scent with a slight, subtle touch of fruits which remembers of his once noble origin; sublime, feudal, distinguished.

The woods bring an hint of aromatic, spicy sweetness.

Despite the rich, heavy aroma, there is deep down also something cold hidden, like a shard of ice.

Compelling, engaging, capturing

And this what it feels like to sense Thomas' cologne:

A rich woody, smokey, fragrance; almost commanding.

The sudden captivating scent of enticing fruits lures and seduces you, like the forbidden, poisonous fruits of the Garden of Eden.

And when it's too late, there strikes suddenly a sharp splitter of ice; an ice cold glance, cold like his eyes with the darkness deep down behind it, deep in his soul and heart.

But after that, the rich weighty fragrance of the wood holds you tight, captive. Keeps you forever.

It is like hearing a whispered “Join me in death” - irresistible, captivating - makes you walking willingly towards your own death.

😈🩸💀🩸😈🩸💀🩸😈🩸💀🩸😈

Head notes: cedar nut, sandalwood, black pepper, dried tobacco Heart notes: ebony, dark cherry, pomegranate, blood orange, cedarwood, fragments of glacier ice Base notes: teakwood, amber, cherrywood, oud, musk, smoked honey, swiss stone pine, smoked oak

😈🩸💀🩸😈🩸💀🩸😈🩸💀🩸😈

What would you like to name it? Let me know! 😃

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May I suggest:

Black Ebony Crimson Ballad Dark Academia Bloodlust Heart Of The Darkness Sinister Urge Treacherous Soul Blood Vengeance Hunger For Power Apple of Eden

Or let me hear your name ideas 😃

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I really hope Thomas likes it, or I have a serious problem 😬😰🙈

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

Perfume for Devana 💜.

Race: Human. Class: Wizard ~ Divination School. Favorite colors: white and red. Favorite flower: papaver rhoeas. Favorite daytime: afternoon. Favorite food: bigos and pierogi with meat. Favorite season: summer, she loves when the sun warms her skin. Favorite animal: European bison, she loves how strong and majestic these animals are.

Devana is very shy and loves studying magic. She is very helpful and tries not to start arguments - she is very peaceful and patient. Because she grew up in a settlement among forests and fields, she loves nature and hates cities. Devana likes silence, peace and a good book. She dreams of becoming one of the strongest wizards on the world, so she's still studying magic very hard.

💜

🌞🌻🍎🌼🍊🌻🍑🌸🍎🌻🌞

Devana smells like the warm summer sun.

The blue sky above.

Freshly mown fields and meadows. 🌾🌲🌾

Her scent is like a warm summer breeze, which carries the scent of the sea and the forest with its trees and green grass. The slightest breath of blooming wildflowers, surrounding you gently.

Cornflowers, daffodils, carnations, violets, hyacinths, hay flowers, daisis.

When you are near her, her scent reminds you of a field of sunflowers and somewhere in the distance, freshly baked bread and apple pie. Fresh baked bread, packed for a picnic in the fields. While feeling the warm rays of sunshine on your skin.

Light and warm. Like summer and the sun, itself. Like the blue sky above you.

And what ingredients do you use to create such a fragrance?

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head notes: sunflower, beeswax, orange blossom, wildflowers, honey blossom, apple blossom, wheat barley heart notes: fresh wildflower hay, warm apple pie, red poppy, wild roses, pear, apricot, orange base notes: honey, amber, calendula, lavender, oak, roasted chestnuts, tonka, cardamom, hornbeam, birch, hazelnut, osmanthus

🍏🍯🍃🍎🥧🍎🍃🍯🍏

Some will stay my bardic secret 😉🤫

What would you like to name it? Let me know!

May I suggest:

Summer Sun Wildflower Honey Blossom Flower Valley Midday Bride Summer Solstice Noc Kupały Lady Midday

Or let me hear your name ideas.

🌞🌻🍎🌼🍊🌻🍑🌸🍎🌻🌞

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

Can I please have a perfume for Isadora. She's a high elf who's a wild magic sorcerer/druid. She's warm, cheerful, and flirty personality wise. Her favorite color is purple. Favorite flowers are galaxy orchids and honeysuckle. Favorite food is peach strudel. Favorite time of day is nighttime. Favorite season is fall.

I am gladly doing a perfume for your Isadora.

It is going to be mysterious, fruity but substantial at the same time. Like the ravishing sorceress of wild, untamed magic she is. Mysterious und tinglingly tempting like the weave itself.

🔮🌌💜🌸🍑🌸💜🌌🔮

Head Notes: Lilac, Magnolia, Blackberry, Honeysuckle, White Grapefruit, Orchid Heart Notes: Violet, Iris, Pink Pepper, Gooseberries, Peach Base Notes: Roasted Coffee Beans, Rhubarb, Cherry, Cedarwood, Amber

🔮🌌💜🌸🍑🌸💜🌌🔮

What would you like to name it? Let me know! 😃

May I suggest:

🦅🔮☕🦉🦅🔮☕🦉🦅🔮☕🦉

Raven Queen Midnight Peach On The Wings Of The Wind Featherfall Violet Velvet Turquoise Dust Night Crow

🦅🔮☕🦉🦅🔮☕🦉🦅🔮☕🦉

Or let me hear your name ideas 😃

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

Hiii !

Would love to hear your thoughts on Medras perfume

Drow Seldarine Paladin. His favourite colour is midnight blue. He likes red wine and a good pair of shoes (he used to be a cobbler). He's fair and can be stern but deep down he's a softy ✨

Looking upon Medra's face lets me immediately perceive a scent. Subtle yet resolute and persistent.

And when I read his description, his scent completely surrounds me. Warm and rich.

Surrounds and embraces me like the night. Dark, amethyst-colored night. Ensnares me benevolently and incorruptibly. Holds me protectively and trustingly.

As a paladin, a perfume is just like him, determined and resolute, yet warm like a reaching, helpful hand.

But still paired with the mysticism of the underdark drow.

Velvety, warm, slightly powdery.

But there is also the surrounding scent of sword steel and leather from armor, gloves and boots.

Smoky, earthy ,woody, spicy with a hint of subtle sweetness:

💜🖤💜⚔🗡🛡💜🖤💜

Head notes: geranium, ylang ylang, patchouli, sandalwood

Heart notes: pomegranate, amber, musk, fresh roses, plum

Base notes: honey, tobacco, vanilla, cedar, teakwood, oak

💜🖤💜⚔🗡🛡💜🖤💜

What would you like to name it? Let me know! 😃

May I suggest:

Blue Amethyst

Pomegranate Of The Underdark

Sweet Sorrows

Night Court

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Or let me hear your name ideas 😃

Oh he smells so good ☺️😌

Can I get a hug? Please let him hug me! 🥹🙏🏻

Who was his romance in the game?

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

Oh please could I have a perfume for my Tav, Vanya? She’s a coastal druid who is an elf. I’d say her personality is vivacious, chaotic and energetic. Her favourite colour is teal blue, favourite flower is honeysuckle, favourite food is grilled mackerel, favourite time of day is just before dawn, and favourite season is summer. Thank you <3

You are very welcome to get a fragrance for her!

I would be happy to give you a perfume for Vanya 😊

⚓⛵🐟🐬🫧🧜🏼‍♀🫧🐳🐋🫧⛵⚓

When I look into her blue eyes I hear thundering waves, smell the scent of the ocean with flaming, bursting spume.

Looking upon her face gives me a warm feeling, like sitting together with friends and family enjoying a good meal at a pleasant evening under warm lights and citrus trees near the sea.

So this is just as much her scent as parting blue waves of the clear green blue sea with foamy, salty spume.

The freshness of the water and the intoxicating, warm breeze of the sea air:

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Head notes: sea water, lemon, apple, cedar, bellflower, hidden touch of mint and lavender

Heart notes: honeysuckle, bamboo, jasmine, white rose, peace lily, rosemary

Base notes: cedar, neroli, musk, amber, rock salt, oak moss

🌊🍋🌊🍋🌊🍋🌊🍋

What would you like to name it? Let me know! 😃

May I suggest:

Song of the siren

or

Mermaid dream

Or let me hear your name ideas 😃

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

I have a cute Saulustarion headcanon, if you don’t mind! I think he has trouble trancing, because of the nightmares. But when with his head on her lap, feeling her run his fingers through his curls, humming sweet lullabies in his ears, he’s finally able to rest. So that becomes a habit between them—every day, before they go to sleep, they do this little ritual, and his revéries no longer wander back to Cazador or anything is his past, but rather his future with Saulus, her warmth and her songs 🎶❣️

I hope you feel better soon! 🫂

If I don't mind?!

Actually, I LOVE IT❗ 😆💌😍💌😆

Awwwwww @pinkberrytea you are the best 🥹🥰😍

This image, oh my god 🥹🥹💗💗😭😭

It is sooooo beautiful I could cry! 💗

💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕

⬆This was literally me! LITERALLY! No exaggeration! I did this!

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Thank you for this cuteness and love overload!

And I have to tell you, in my gameplay Saulus really does play some good night music for Astarion before the long rests 😊🤭I think he likes it 🤭

(And there is a song about how much she loves him and the owlbear cub...and some ugly sobbing song about Astarion and his security cuddly blanket 😭)

With this beautiful image in my head, I think I can really find some peace this night 😌

I should lay my head on your lap and you stroke my hair and tell me nice stories and headcanons and then everything will be fine and I can go to sleep 😊😌😴 No wait, than I'll stay awake to hear all the great stories 😆

Thank you again! You are really the cherry on top of the ice cream...or strawberry 😉🍓🍨🍒

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

hi! i was wondering what you think my tav, mara’s perfume would be 💕 she’s a half drow oath of devotion turned oath breaker paladin, doesn’t mind going with the flow, and wears her heart on her sleeve. her favorite time(s) of day is dawn and dusk (watching the sky change colors is special to her), favorite color is any variation of green, and she loves a good fruit tart with honey

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It is fruity and honest like Mara. It is a perfume that doesn't hide anything. Fresh, fruity, a hint of poudry. Sweet, sour and tingly.

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Head notes: Mandarin, Orange blossom, Mint, Lemongrass Heart notes: Lemon buttermilk tart, Cloves, Orange, Honey blossom, Peach, Litsea, Verbana , Pomelo, clover Base notes: Macadamia, Cedar nut, Shea nut, Argan, Honey

🍯🍃🍁🍏☘️🍊☘️ 🍏🍁🍃🍯

What would you like to name it? Let me know! 😃

May I suggest:

Lucky Clover Summer Flirt Sweet & Sour Citrus Mint Lips

Or let me hear your name ideas 😃

🍯🍃🍁🍏☘️🍊☘️ 🍏🍁🍃🍯

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

For the Tav ask game! 💖

1 and 9 for Saulus, 2 and 19 for Dev!

Oh oh oh oh 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 *excited* Thanks for asking! 🤩😄

Saulus

What would your Tav’s greetings be (at different levels of approval)?

Low: “You are standing in the way of my writing light.”

“I wish you were drink, because I need one when talking to you.”

“Don’t bother a bhaal babe.”

“I heard you like Volo’s writing.”

Neutral: “Need some bardic inspiration?”

“Wait a second…let me write this down…and now I am here for you.”

“Found any bardic inspiration on the road?”

“Want to help me rhyming?”

High: “I was just about to come over to you!”

“Heard any gossip?”

“Are you flirting with me or what does the look on your face mean?”

“Did you want something from me or are just here to flirt?”

“Wanna hear my newest song?”

“Shots! Shots! Shots! Are you ready for some shots?”

“Can I tempt you to a drink? Or two…or three…”

Romanced: “Oh, there is my muse.”

*sheepish and flattered giggling while blushing*

“My favorite person. I would ask for a compliment, but you do not expect the sunset to admire you back.”

“Oh, you have got something on your face…” *kiss on the cheek* “It’s me! Hihi”

“You look like my newest poem.”

“Look owlbear cub, it is your daddy/mommy.”

“Hey Baby!”

9. What’s the significance behind your Tav’s name?

Oh I am glad you asked! 😃😁There is a good story to it!

I don't wanted to write it willy nilly unasked tho 😉

It comes (of course) from the biblic Saulus.

When we were kids/teenagers me and my sister played a PC game "Siege of Avalon". There you could attack the NPCs and they turned hostile.

When we tried that, we said we were playing as Saulus. It was the synonym for playing evil.

In my first playthrough of BG3 my Tav Jelayah was an almost paladin like fighter, only making the righteous decisions.

But when someone got me upset and there were evil options, I always said "I can't wait to do my evil run! Than they get what they deserve! I finally want to play as Saulus!" So Saulus became the equivalent for the evil playthrough for me.

And when I then set up my Durge and thought about a name, I just chose Saulus, since I had already said it a hundred times.

But in the end I could hardly get myself or her to be really evil because the options didn't feel good at the moment of decision.

(And when you look at it, it's also a good symbol for a redeemed Durge😉)

Now you know everything there is to know about her 😃

Devorah

2. Describe their tent setup! What’s on the outside? The inside?

Clothes – clothes everywhere. Mirrors and tons of dye. She has got a wardrobe where she ties up – eeehm I meant where she hides her secrets.

👑💄💋💄👑A make-up corner for styling and a corner for books, because she is in a book club with Gale.📖

She likes it pretty and cosy. 🌸💖🌸There have to be colorful flowers, luminous mushrooms. A drow love swing – I meant hammock.

19. What is their MBTI Type?

“Personality test? Overy thirty&flirty is all I say. I am a drow and my personality screams fabulous and magnificent and if anybody says anything else…well they are lying and only jealous! And if my personality does not speak for itself, I still have great boobs!”

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

Asking for Saulus! 💖

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Awwww thanks lovely 🥰💗

Here my answers for Saulus for the OC Interview Questions Fruits&Veggie Edition

🍓 [STRAWBERRY] How do they feel about 'cute' things?

Oh Saulus loves cute things. And when she sees something that she thinks is cute you will hear a loud "Aaaaawwwww" with heart eyes from her ❤️😍❤️

🥭 [MANGO] What colours best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favourites?

Her favourite colour is purple. Because it is her natural Tiefling look vibin.

But also red and black. And when it comes to clothes it is her favourite colour combo❤️🖤. Or Black&purple or black&white. That is her wardrobe.

🍑 [PEACH] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly?

She is a biter😆😅Biting is her love language😘❤️💋

And also risking her life without hesitation for the goals and wishes of her friends, that she is not questioning one second. You want it? You get! Saulus does not talk you out of it. She accepts everyone for who they are and appreciates the strong features others would misinterpret as mean.

Sometimes you may think she is naive, dumb or easy to manipulate, but when she likes you, you just get away with everything. She loves you, so she just accepts it.

🍏 [GREEN APPLE] How do they differ from the norm and how are they punished for it?

She confuses gnomes with children and vice versa😅 And when she writes songs, she writes about everything and mention the things that she thinks are funny or cute and others may not want to hear about their sex lives at their wedding in front of the guests 😅🫣🤦‍♀️

So she is banned from some cities in Faerûn and totally any gnome festivities. But she likes them so much =( 😥

She has written so many specific gnome love songs, because she thinks they are cute and even more cute when in love❤️ But it is probably not mutual (But Barcus and Wulbren like her!)

🥝 [KIWI FRUIT] How does their outside appearance differ from who they are?

Oh Saulus has huge body image problems. I like to think it's partly because where she grew up outside the Bhaal Temple, she was the only or almost the only Tiefling. That's why she always compared herself to the other races. And secondly, I didn't see any Tieflings in the Bhaal cult either. So she longs for what she sees but isn't herself: a light-footed elf or a cool drow. And maybe unpleasant things happened once, like someone dipping her tail in jam. (We suspect it were nasty children and Akabi). So she always reacts intimidated when someone asks about her horns because they think they're cool. But when she realizes that this is really true, she's happy. Sometimes she's afraid that she might accidentally prick Astarion with her horns while he's sleeping and that worries her, so she wishes she were an elegant elf who fit better with him on the outside.

That was fun 😃😊 thank you for asking luv! 🌸💗😘

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

WAIT- i used to follow your main blog years ago!!! i doubt you remember me but i've been here since like 2011 and i used to follow you. that's WILD

Ahahaha 😁😂 That's super wild! Love it 👏

No Baldur's Gate 3 back than 😄 And now we are back together again with some BG3 blogs 😁

Did you made a new blog or did you change your url name?

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

Awwwww thank you so so much for your lovely comment @pinkberrytea 🥰💕🥰 That is so kind and sweet of you! It is the most beautiful joy in the world, when you make someone smile 🤗 Shared happyness is double happyness 💕 So glad to have cutiepie Mavka in it 💕🌸

I really had to pull myself together not to write too much about the other tavs 😆 could have rambled on forever 😅 I am a master at digressing🙈

But 5,000 words was already too much anyway 😅

But I really liked Astarion's observations and how Mavka's cheerful nature reminded him and made him really realize how things used to be and, above all, how things have improved. That are the inner thoughts that make me digress 🫣

Next time Mavka can come up stage with the bards 😉😁😄

Astarion x Tav

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request: for @aristenfromwarsaw

Fangtastic days of our lives

➹summary: a comforting day/evening in the life of Astarion and his love Aristen after post-game settling down, takes an unexpected turn as Astarion while enjoying his new found life and love, sees something of interest…

➹pairing: Spawn Astarion x F!Tav (Aristen by @aristenfromwarsaw)

➹content/tags: fluff, comfort, romance, smuty flirting, fun, slice of life, little tiny bit of angst and guilt

➹word count: 5,036

➹cameos: @evander-jane Devana Lysander @alpydk Ragnar @goromimii @pinkberrytea (by order)

➹a/n: another belated birthday present for @aristenfromwarsaw  Thank you very much for all the great photoshoots you always did for me, just like that. Such things really fill my heart with joy. I hope you like it. Thank you for trusting me with your Tav Aristen. I take writing other OCs really serious, because an OC is very personal thing and it is way harder to get them in character. I used the infos/backstory you gave me once about Aristen for the best I could.

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Fangtastic days of our lives

Teak, mahogany, oakwood, dried tobacco with the hidden essence of vanilla. From somewhere the sweetness of honey and roasted nutmeg.

These were impressions of antique wood, boiling kettles, clanging beer mugs and laughing voices that filled the Elfsong tavern.

It was like a honey-colored, subterranean, starless sea.

A sea of ​​people, scents, voices and music.

A sea of ​​life that would envelop the coming evening when the sun would have completely disappeared, making way for the aurora again after the starry night.

Astarion was acutely aware of his surroundings. Perception meant survival.

But not today…not anymore.

He could simply explore and enjoy his surroundings while he waited for his beloved:

Aristen the storm sorceress and former daughter of Bhaal. She was able to walk in the sun and as a vampire spawn he had to wait until the sun had made the rays that were fatal to him disappear.

That didn't matter to Astarion. He was used to the night.

But he never wanted to go back to that cold, lonely life.

The Sorceress, along with the other companions, had freed him from slavery once and for all. But it was she alone who had given him back the vision of his eyes, of his entire senses. Astarion could sit in the tavern and just be, taking in the surroundings of life.

No more looking for victims. No more fear. Never again.

The Elfsong Tavern was full of life and he was part of it.

So after hundreds of years, Astarion could finally taste life again. See it. Hearing it with his pointy ears and feeling and smelling it warmly with the scent of pumpkin, butterscotch and spicy beer.

A quite pretty bard with white freckly tattoos on her face and braided crimson hair beneath her Tiefling horns played the lyre on the Elfsong stage. Astarion noticed dagger-shaped earrings on her pointed ears. The Avernus fire of her origins blazed in her blue eyes as she sang:

“Empty kisses, shallow words,

Fiery passion only hurts

When the sorrow takes an oblivion hint

Will you cure and begone with the wind…”

Astarion continued to look around while the sadly whispering voice reached his elf ears.

“I hope someone sings a song like that for me too. Such expressions of love really manage to make me weak,” sighed a tall black-haired woman, whose face bore at least as many tales of adventure as freckles.

"Me too. But I really hope that the ballad has a happy ending,” replied a long-haired beauty at her table. The human woman's wavy, light hair framed a gentle face with captivating blue eyes.

“Oh you heard that? Oh no! ", the adventuress, ashamed, put her hands on her head with her side-braided hair and covered cringing with embarrassment one of the green eyes. "I should stop talking loudly to myself."

The other woman laughed a little and her wavy hair swayed on the shoulders of the long, light dress with floral embroidery: “It’s all good. I won’t tell anyone else.”

She winked briefly.

“But tell me…” she took her hands away from her face with the little different eyes, “…you’re not from Baldur’s Gate either, right? You also speak with a different accent than me.”

"Correct. I come from the East..."

“What did she say? Sêlune guide me?”

Astarion was distracted by an almost desperate voice that sounded at least as concentrated and angry as it was beer-soaked.

He saw a barbarian sitting at the next table, holding his beer mug almost too tightly.

The raised dark blonde hair did not distract from the piercings and black war paint, which Lae'zel would certainly have approved of.

“Okay, can I memorize this Sêlune prayer or not?” he muttered to himself and downed the beer in one gulp.

Astarion had seen him before and that evening he had stared at Shadowheart the whole time. Was the barbarian building up – or drinking up - the courage to speak to Shadowheart next time?

The vampire was distracted from the barbarian when a pale woman walked past his table accompanied by a brown-haired man. He noticed them because they both had scars on their faces. But no, that wasn't it at all. Something else drew his attention to them...they smelled somehow, almost reeked of...swamp? No magic.

That same hidden scent of feymagic that came from the black haired adventuress with the freckles.

The woman's pale face was friendly, almost cheerful. She enjoyed the music and the sad ballad. Did she know the feelings and sad love that the Tiefling woman sang about?

Astarion was all the more struck by the face of the dark-clothed man with the scarred hands who accompanied her: he was rigid and joyless and his eyes had an almost malicious shimmer. He didn't seem to suit her. He walked rigidly like an aristocrat or a trained soldier, or was he rigid because of the blade - that was clearly visible to the Rogue - that he wore under his clothes?

The man's gaze fell on the bard's dagger earrings. But not only the brown-haired human looked at the earrings, but also a white-skinned, tall elf who walked behind him. Astarion didn't know what was more noticeable: his large deadly sword, the long white hair, the black tattoos on his face, or...or the earrings in the shape of a dagger that hung from his ears.

He nodded almost imperceptibly to the bard and she returned his nod briefly.

Frowning, Astarion averted his gaze and looked around the taproom.

Many of the guests listened attentively to the ballad. Couples in love held each other tightly and some wiped a tear from their face.

“…in the dark of the night I see your tears

Rubies glisten full of pain

Rage and misery

Don’t get lost in brandy, bergamot and rosemary”

The ballad finished gently and the bard stood up.

"Thanks! And now for the bard duet!”

With a wave of her hand, she invited her partner onto the stage.

Wild white hair adorned the scarred drow face. It looked like survival for Astarion.

She could be young and old at the same time, that's how it was always with the elves. Young pretty faces and centuries behind them. Sorrow, suffering, joy. Everything was possible.

The narrow waist with the subsequent curved hips and thighs with short pants was adorned with a weapon belt with a sword and a flute.

The skilled hand whirled out a shiny silver flute and the duo began to play:

„Two bards do the trick, because bards do it better

Drow or Tiefling, it doesn’t matter

Shiny white hair, or wagging tail

Their persuasion will never fail“

They quickly changed the melancholic mood and the silver flute had a captivating sound, as if it were a homage to a goddess.

“One plays the flute, the other smashes lutes

Buy us a drink and we’ll tell you who is who“

A Tiefling whose rosé colored hair matched her white pink frilly clothing cheered enthusiastically at the end of the tavern song.

Astarion heard her applaud with a giggling laugh. Cute little laughs with a sweet smile upon her light face.

It was that kind of sweet laugh that told the vampire how innocent, unspoiled, kind and naive the person was.

Yes, the delicate Tiefling woman was a sweet, innocent thing, Astarion could tell that with just a sideways glance of his red eyes. The sweet and naive kind of girl that immediately fell for him. Who he easily ensnared and seduced for Cazador. Or was she one of the people he would have avoided because they were so naive...innocent, undeserving of it? He would probably have avoided her if possible because such a sweet, lovely person didn't deserve to fall victim to the vampires.

Astarion closed his eyes briefly and grimaced at the emerging memories that he immediately wanted to repress.

Thanks to his beloved Aristen, he no longer had to do this.

He was free.

Cazador dead.

All of Baldur's Gate saved, saved from the Empire of the Netherbrain and the Mind Flayers.

Yes, thanks to the blonde adventuress whose fate was forever intertwined with his and all her other companions, he had escaped his fate as a slave. Their courage and their determination, with the help of the other fighters, allowed him to defeat Cazador.

But not only that, the storm sorceress had also given him love and patience. And the confidence to be better than Cazador. He didn't need blood-soaked, soul-eating power to be safe, to be worth anything.

Astarion would never have to hurt innocent people against his will again.

All thanks to her.

And yet Aristen did not consider herself to be good, nor to be lovable.

She loathed herself for her actions as a born Bhaalspawn, which she only dimly remembered. No one could hate her more than she hates herself.

And perhaps it was even worse for her, imagining every day what atrocities she had committed in the name of the God of Murder instead of knowing for sure.

She didn't see herself as a lovable hero, a savior. Astarion wished so much that she could see herself through his eyes just once. Then she would finally forgive herself.

The problem was that the sarcastic vampire had never said that to her and perhaps never would. There would always be something gnawing inside him, at his battered heart, that would prevent him from casually revealing his innermost, deepest feelings. What if he did lose her to someone else one day?  If it would not be an arrow or observer to steal her from him? How could he then pretend that his vain heart had not been destroyed for all eternity?

Darkness crossed Astarion's face at all the thoughts and he shook his head with his white curls to drive them away.

Once again he let his gaze wander over the audience, while his pointy elven ears only casually listened to the singing of the bards. It was only thanks to his beloved Aristen that he was able to recognize the diversity of the guests gathered. To be recognized again.

It had once been a faceless mass. At some point, after all the years of slavery under Cazador, the people in the taverns had become nothing more than a uniform mush to him. Victims, cattle like sheep, to his master. Criminals who hurt him and whom he hurt in return and they became victims of the vampire lord.

Dark, blank faces.

Without eyes, without soul. Just like Astarion himself had felt.

But after Aristen came into his life - with the craziest tentacle adventure of his life - everything had gradually changed.

First he recognized her blue eyes, then her face. The smile of her lips plagued by guilt and bloody ghosts of the past. The same smile as his own.

Then he saw all the faces, the people, their stories and lives again.

He saw the colors. The differences and the similarities. He heard the voices, the laughter, the music. He noticed the scents and smells again. Astarion saw joy and life again.

A scent that stood out from the rest of the tavern's smells suddenly tickled Astarion's nose.

Orchid drifted discreetly from the front door.

A slightly tickling shiver ran over the tips of his elf ears, while Astarion was already peering towards the door with large, round eyes.

Like the true epiphany she was, a blonde woman made her way through the elven song. Her appearance truly stood out from the rest of the tavern's audience:

Her delicately pinned hair and a ladylike, sweeping blue dress made her truly look like a lady of name and rank.

Astarion smiled as he looked at Aristen's appearance.

She always made an effort to look chic and beautiful, no matter what the circumstances. Like a true lady who belonged in a ballroom and not a tavern.

A ballroom, not a bhaalroom.

But Aristen loved all facets of life and also sat in the meadow under a tree in the forest with her fancy dress on.

If Astarion had his way, then very soon she would be pressed into the grass beneath him with the dress rumpled.

He chuckled dirtyly to himself as he couldn't help but think of that thought. And before he even thought about the first visit to his grave together, he shook his head and pushed it all away from his white curls.

"Darling..." Astarion stood up after Aristen made her way to him, having spotted him with a smile beaming with joy, "...you give me all sorts of ideas as always."

“What do you mean?” the high elf asked in surprise and blinked in confusion because she couldn’t follow him.

“It’s okay,” Astarion grinned mischievously and briefly kissed her delicate hand in greeting. He gently stroked Aristen's hand again as he slowly lowered it.

“The sun has already set enough for you to go out, Astarion,” his lover informed him. She would pick him up when it was safe for him outside.

"I've already run errands from a few merchants," Aristen spoke as the two left the tavern.

"Nice. Then we can now buy the rest together. Have you got everything so far?” asked Astarion.

The blonde nodded as they stepped outside.

Astarion sucked the air outside the elfsong into his lungs. Had breathing changed since he became a vampire? After all, he was undead.

Astarion didn't know. He couldn't remember, it had been too long.

In addition, the past no longer counted - smiling, he glanced furtively at Aristen who was carrying the basket with the purchases - only the present and the future counted.

“Yes, I did the grocery shopping that wasn’t of interest to you,” the blonde laughed and winked knowingly. “There was wonderful blossom honey, I couldn't resist,” enthused the sorceress, rolling her eyes heavenly at the thought of it and licking her lips in anticipation of the taste of the honey.

“Then I can taste it from your lips and tongue,” Astarion whispered seductively.

"What?"

“Oh, nothing…” the pale elf just grinned again.

His pointed ears were suddenly tickled by the brush of her lips as she leaned in very close to him.

“I heard you very well, my dear,” she whispered to him, her blue eyes sparkling meaningfully at him after she leaned back and gave him a knowing smile.

The vampire laughed. It was a serious laugh. It went from its sonorous, seductive, dirty murmur to a deep rumble before dying out in a high-pitched spike.

“I saw such a beautiful pair of earrings in the window at the Glitter Gala,” sighed Aristen languidly after she continued the story.

“So why didn’t you buy it, darling?”

Aristen shook her head: “Because it’s not necessary. I prefer to save our money for important things. After all, magical artifacts are expensive and the most important thing is that we find something that makes you immune to the sun.”

Yes, that was the ambition and current mission of Aristen and Astarion: to find a way for the vampire spawn to walk in the sun again.

Their friends also kept their ears and eyes open.

Gale read every book that might contain useful information.

Shadowheart, as well as Lae'zel on her travels through the astral planes, always sent them messages when they heard about mysterious artifacts.

And Halsin and Jaheira also reached out to all their acquaintances from near and far.

"If you hadn't used so much of our gold to rebuild the city and help its people, then you could afford any jewelry you wanted," Astarion nudged her with his shoulder and winked knowingly. The slightly accusatory tone was just an act.

“You know I wanted to try to somehow make amends for my actions when I was under Bhaal's control. This will never work, I know that. I can't bring back the people I killed. But I can at least try to help those left behind. It's too little. It’s no consolation…but at least it’s something.”

There was sadness in the blonde's voice. The look in her blue eyes was sincere before they slid slightly to the ground.

Astarion didn't like that, so he decided to cover up the whole thing: "I don't know what you're doing with this penance and compensation anyway."

He casually folded his arms behind his head and sounded as indifferent as he could.

“But…” he grinned playfully at the blonde Sorceress, “we could visit The Counting House again with Minsc. Then we have enough money to play benefactors and buy jewelry and beautiful clothes.”

Aristen raised an eyebrow with an amused grin: "You want to volunteer to do something with Minsc, really?"

“Now that you mention it…argh…better not. You may find him amusing, but he's always bursting in to chatter about his hamster at the most inopportune times. The guard almost caught me picking the lock of the Tabernacle when he suddenly stood loudly behind me, screaming my name and his hug almost broke every bone in my body.”

“What did you want at the Stormshore Tabernacle outside of opening hours?” Aristen asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, nothing!” Astarion quickly dismissed the topic. Too fast.

“What’s next on the list for today?”

“We really have to go to the Devil's Fee. It has finally opened since the devastating battle against the Netherbrain and the reprocessing. If there are special artifacts or information about them anywhere, it’s there!”

Astarion nodded eagerly and the two elves walked quickly through the streets of Baldur's Gate.

"Oh no! No no no!” Helsik shouted from afar as her eyes saw Aristen.

The Sorceress blinked in confusion at the violent reaction and she looked around to see if anyone else was behind her, as the shopkeeper thought she might be.

“Not you!”

"I? But…"

“Nothing but!” Helsik cut her off. “After last time, I already told you that it was too hot to be seen with you and that the store was off limits for now. After the fuss you caused with your little friend and the black-haired fuzzy head.”

Astarion grinned briefly. He knew exactly who the saleswoman was talking about. After all, they had learned of Bhaal's daughter's past and how she had been involved in the Grand Design.

“I have new business partners, so I don’t need loud attention, after all, hell operates quietly.”

“We don’t want to cause any problems, I swear!”

The vampire let his eyes wander over the lavish and devilishly mysterious display while Aristen soothed Helsik.

“We just want to buy an artifact or information. Nothing improper, nothing complicated, nothing dangerous. Just good old Mammon.”

“Child, you will never have as much gold as I want from you so that I can burn my fingers again because of you.”

"Are you sure? I'll pay any price...whether it's gold or otherwise. We're just looking for a way to break the vampire curse of being vulnerable to the sun. Please."

Helsik laughed briefly, compassionately, not maliciously: “Deary, at the Devil’s Fee we don’t break curses, it’s more about the other way. That should be clear to you from the name.”

“My Love…” Astarion slowly tore his eyes away from the display cases and stood next to Aristen again, “…let me talk to her. I think I can convince them better with less…emotional involvement based on old stories.”

“Are you sure?” Aristen asked, unconvinced.

“Of course, baby…” he was already pushed the Sorceress toward the exit, “…you go do the other errands in the meantime and leave this to me.”

Aristen left the devilish business and made her way to the large square of the lower city wall. She visited the arms dealers and her thoughts continued to dwell on the fact that if even devils couldn't find a way to free Astarion from his curse, who would?

She would never give up hope. Anyway, Helsik was probably right: if it was about help, then hell wouldn't be a good negotiating partner.

Maybe they should trust in nature, magic and clerics. The gods may not have heard Astarion then, but perhaps they could now request divine intervention?

The vampire could walk in the light of the Moon Maiden, perhaps Dame Aylin and Shadowheart could ask even more of Sêlune. Maybe she could expand her moonlight.

Perhaps…

“STOP IMMEDIATELY!”

Aristen was snapped out of her thoughts and the blacksmith who was stationed across from Sorcerous Sundries just handed her back Astarion's freshly sharpened dagger.

“COME BACK IMMEDIATELY!”

From the direction of the Devil's fee came rumbling, loud voices and, above all, lightning and sparks.

“Stop the criminal scum!” shouted a city guard. “Subject, let him stand still!”

“Where for?”

“That way!”

“Or rather there?”

“I thought I saw something in that direction…”

“Then I here, you there,” the steel armored guards rumbled.

The clatter of steel armor slowly faded from the blonde Sorceress's ears, but a perfume that differed from her own scent of orchid and rose reached her nose.

Aristen smelled cherries, musk, palmarosa, black pepper and…

“Does this belong to you, little mouse?”

…sulfur.

Raphael's slightly tanned complexion stood before her. His brown hair was done to perfection with meticulous work, as were his clothes. Large, sparkling brown eyes regarded her, both sublime and mischievous.

The devil in human disguise had the white-haired vampire in tow, holding him by the collar like a naughty schoolboy.

"Raphael..."

“So you still know my name. Ah…very good. Tell the wizard of yours that too. Hopefully he’s still looking for my crown?”

Aristen nodded: “We defeat the brain. The crown will then be at your disposal. That’s how it was settled.”

“Excuse me…” the vampire groused

The devil released Astarion, who grumbled and moved his shoulders.

“Stealing from a shop that has connections straight to hell, very very naughty.”

As was his style, Raphael moved his hands theatrically while his voice whispered mellifluously. The reprimand was more than just played as amusing.

“Anyway, you were there in vain. There is nothing to buy there that could solve the vampire's little “problem”. Otherwise they would all be walking around here freely in the sunlight. Or not?”

The devil made a sweeping gesture and looked around ostentatiously before laughing.

“I'll talk to Helsik and smooth things over, after all you don't sleep well in unmade beds like in clover. But tell your magician that it is my crown. When he finds it, he has agreed to hand it over to me immediately. Not to Mystra and he certainly shouldn’t get the foolish idea of ​​using it himself.”

“He is not my magician,” Aristen clarified briefly, “Gale belongs to no one but himself. Mystra also has nothing to command him.”

“Does he see it that way too? Or does he like to be walked on a leash? He always just does what others tell him. After all, his own decisions are the stupidest I've ever seen...and I've literally seen it all."

“You mean as stupid as wanting to rule the crown of Karsus?”

“Haha…careful, little mouse,” laughed Raphael. “Just make sure I get the crown as quickly as possible.”

“When Gale finds it, you get the crown. That was the deal. We stick to that. But you'll have to be patient. It wasn't intended that the crown and the stones would be lost again, but it was hard to prevent it when the Netherbrain fell into the sea during the fight."

“I'm surprised you're so relaxed about this. You can't put me on a leash as easily as you can put the vampire spawn on a leash. Or was it rather the other way around and you Astarion put the former Bhaalspawn on a docile short leash?”

Mischief sparkled in the brown eyes of the human-shaped Cambion. There was a subtle, biting, malicious provocation in his words, which he spoke with a sonorous purr, as always.

Astarion's face contorted a little and the vampire barely suppressed a roll of his ruby-colored eyes. For a moment he seemed like a disgruntled cat.

"I think I liked you better when you just rhymed all the time," Astarion replied sassy.

Raphael laughed briefly, unimpressed: “Whatever. Less dawdling and making long fingers, but more diving for the crown,” reprimanded the devil with a raised eyebrow.

The devil wrinkled his nose slightly at the vampire spawn before turning back to Aristen and giving her his full attention.

“By the way, greetings from your fiery friend Karlach and her rapier-wielding colleague Wyll Ravengard.”

“Why are you ordering greetings from Karlach and Wyll? Have you met them?”

“Well, those two made themselves quite a name all around Avernus,” Raphael smiled in his smug way, “furthermore, I greatly welcome their actions against Zariel’s forces.”

He made one of his swinging hand movements with his manicured fingers: “I would like to invite you all to my House of Hope to linger, relax and chat. So you can catch up. You know, the Crown of Karsus is the key that grants you access. And until that happens…fare thee well, little mouse. I hope I will see you soon, knocking on the door of my house.”

As was his style, Raphael bowed expansively and his scent of leather, cedar, lily, rose, oud, vanilla and sandalwood disappeared into a swirl of sparks and sulphur.

“He hasn’t forgotten his flair for great performances. I don't know whether I should admire it or whether he's starting to get on my nerves with it," Astarion sighed briefly before straightening his shoulders and straightening his doublet with a quick tug.

"Anyways..." the vampire turned to another topic, "...I think it would be a good idea if we get out of the immediate area while the city guards are wandering around here."

The elf touched Aristen's elbow to encourage her to leave.

“What did you want to take from the store anyway, in the first place?” Aristen wanted to know from Astarion, curious and skeptical.

“Well…” he started to press and scratched the back of his white curls, “…I saw something…”

"And what was so terribly interesting that you would risk to be arrested by the Flaming Fist?"

“Well...it reminded me of you...and...I thought you should have it. But Helsik is really a cutthroat bitch with exorbitant prices.”

Aristen smiled good-naturedly: “Oh Astarion…”

“However…here…”

The vampire held out a white silk scarf to the storm sorceress.

Aristen's eyes widened. You could see from the shimmer and the way the fabric fell that it wasn't just silk that was woven there. It was definitely the weave itself and more that was at work there. Depending on how it fell and how you moved it, a golden blue shimmered.

“The scarf reminded me of the one you told me about. You know, the scarf with your name on it that you were found wearing as a baby in the Bhaal Temple. It’s one of the few memories you have left.”

The vampire took out a borealis blue thread from his pocket and began to embroider “Aristen” into the scarf.

“I wanted you to have something that you could never lose, that could never be destroyed, that had your name on it. Because if something ever happened again that made you forget...that made you forget yourself, at least you would always have your name with you. Then you know that you are Aristen. Not the daughter of the murder god. Not the chosen one of Bhaal. No Bhaalspawn. Just you. You are Aristen.”

The vampire began to embroider an “&” sign into the scarf.

“And well…” Astarion began to shuffle uncomfortably again and focused entirely on his work so that he didn’t have to look his lover in the eyes, “…if you ever forget something again, then you’ll know that we belong together. I don't want you to ever forget me. And so you also always carry my name with you.”

The vampire finished his work and the white scarf now embroidered with new memories read: "Aristen & Astarion"

“There is nothing in the world that would ever make me forget you, Astarion,” the high elf spoke softly.

She closed the distance between the two of them and kissed Astarion. The elf slowly closed his eyes as their lips met. His cool, hers warm. He felt her breathing life into him as they kissed.

"Thank you so much," the blonde said after they pulled away from each other, "you can't imagine how much this means to me. I love you, Astarion."

Aristen held the silky, white and blue scarf in her hands, stroked the pale elf's blue embroidery and smiled. "I think this used to be the color of your eyes too."

She smiled softly, as soft as the silky fabric of the scarf felt on her soft hands. Hands too soft for the crimes they had probably committed earlier in the name of Bhaal. In a previous life.

Aristen raised her eyes, which were also blue, and caught Astarion by surprise. Speechless.

That rarely happened.

Very rarely did the vampire find himself without words.

“Ah, I…” he took a breath to say something, but he lacked a suitable response, so he could only hold his breath, taken aback.

The gentle look in his lover's eyes and her words had triggered something in Astarion that he still couldn't handle: affection, sincere love.

Towards him and in his own heart.

The white-haired vampire exhaled and smiled just as gently at his beloved Aristen.

He reached out his cool hand to her and placed it against her rosy cheek. The blonde nestled herself a little in the vampire's hand and her gaze lingered lovingly in Astarion's now ruby-colored eyes.

“You never stop surprising me,” his whispering voice sounded sincere and just as genuine was the smile he continued to give her.

It was a smile that acknowledged how happy he was, partly surprised, partly just realizing that he wasn't really surprised anymore. And perhaps that was what surprised Astarion the most.

It was a day like any other.

A day like any other.

One day in the rest of their life.

Their life together.

And it was beautiful.

And he would never want it any other way.

📜🪶📜🪶💙🎻🫧🌹🌸🌹🫧🎻💙🪶📜🪶📜

➹a/n: i just gave my own Tav Saulus a little cameo guest appearance  😉 in the style of AU I also inserted aristenfromwarsaws other OC Devana, like a little, what are all the other tavs doing when not being the main character

the great Tavs of my lovely mutuals also did a tiny cameo:

Nala Hartwick of @evander-jane

Thomas Rosewood and Nana of @alpydk

Lovely Vierith of @goromimii jamming with my Saulus, best bardic duo

Mavka of @pinkberrytea

I hope I did the slice of life good justice and you all could taste, feel, smell, hear the life through all the description of scents, etc.