#charumati the black lotus

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with my apologies to prof. dekarios. (ft. Charumati)

i don't have a ship name for this. lotusweave??? deathweave?? i'll workshop it and get back to you.

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love is listening to your partner info dump about their special interest even though it all goes over your head

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For bg3 prompts, Gale introducing Charumati to Tara?

when they met tara on the roof, gale quickly learned his big, strong, centuries-old, previously-fearless monk girlfriend was terrified of all small cat-like beings (don't worry, they work through it later — it helps that tara talks).

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(feel free to send me bg3 prompts for my tavs, charu the monk & nattie the bard!)

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rejecting the outside world, i live here now

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she's just so beautiful

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Okay, this ones for both of them.

That first night at camp, after getting off the ship and collecting stray people - what was it like for them? What did they do? What did they eat? Did they sleep much?

Nattie is the kind of person who would cut herself into pieces for others and leave none for herself, so that first night she made dinner from the scraps they picked up and bought from various merchants (a meagre strew with veggies and meat and some of the many bottles of wine they had found), made the rounds and properly introduced herself to everyone, and was the last one to her bedroll making sure everyone was situated comfortably with whatever semblance of comfort she had squirrelled away in her pack (which wasn't much).

But she didn't sleep well. While her life was difficult socially, she still had all the comfort and trappings of her father's status so roughing it, with a smelly bedroll she found somewhere on the road, covered in dirt and gods knew what else, did little to lull her to sleep. Not to mention the anxiety about not knowing where on the Sword Coast she was (she had never left Baldur's Gate before), having a mind flayer worm in her head, and collecting a bunch of weirdos in the same predicament... thankfully Wyll was one of those weirdos, and when the inevitable nightmares woke her up in a cold sweat, she sought him out and he told her stories like he used to do when they were kids until she dozed off again.

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Charu was fairly at ease; she had no fear of death all things considered, though she worried about losing her soul. Her first priority was to assess the defensibility of camp, note and fortify its weak points, and position her bedroll in such a way that she would have ample room to fight if needed.

Dinner was a subdued affair; Gale cooked up something for everyone, but as he used meat and she's a vegetarian she opted for a meal of cheese, some fruit, and bread.

As a high elf she doesn't sleep, but she meditated for a few hours just fine — she had spent many a night under the stars, and a not insignificant number of them in even less comfort than they had now. Even the threat of the worm and ceremorphosis didn't impact her meditation; she had a lot of practice compartmentalising her thoughts and boxing her misgivings and anxieties for a later time, and this was honestly no different.

Truthfully, the only thing that managed to get under her skin was a certain chatty wizard...

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charu: "im not some murderer for hire.*"

*just one for my questionable religious order

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in case anyone was wondering what the height comp was between gale and charu