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Dream Girl Evil

Gale x F! Tav (named)

(Child Of Dawn series, Part 3)

PG-13 jealousy, possessiveness, love triangle dynamics, angst, betrayal, sensuality

Gale is determined to help Aurum with her condition, but between his own ambition and a circling vampire will he be able to stay in the light...

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Rising early had come habit to him now. He honestly looked forward to it.

There was a peace in the world when it was still shrouded in blue. The sun just starting its travels, the air still a little crisp.

And, of course, her.

He stretched his arms above his head, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Gathering his books.

Usually he could hear her humming and searched for the sound. But another voice rose outside his tent.

"You know, I'm quite sorry I missed your little reveal, darling."

Gale froze.

Opening the flap of his tent, he saw the pale elf sitting on a log facing her as she hung laundry. Leaned back on one arm, his ankles crossed just so. Head cocked.

She paid him little mind, hanging and smoothing with sure fingers. Hair twisted up in a clip, robe flowing around her as she moved. Light revealing from under her sternum as the fabric shifted.

"From what Karlach so graciously pantomimed it seemed to have been quite the sight."

"Well, I'm sure we'll all watch me unravel in due time." Her tone was impartial.

He stood, circling around to her front. Twisting a loose lock of her hair over her shoulder. Eyes on the radiance in her chest. Entranced.

Gale's own chest tightened. Of course. A man starved of sun for two hundred years would be drawn to this. A private sunlight poured from her endless.

"Does it hurt?" Astarion's voice was soft then, looking up at her eyes.

She seemed to pause, considering him.

"It hurts worse to keep it in."

His fingers reached out.

"May I?"

Gale dropped his books on the low table.

Their eyes darted to him.

Astarion's hand paused it's journey but didn't retreat. Glaring cold daggers into him over her shoulder.

"Sorry, I woke up a little late. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

She smiled at him, her eyes open and trusting.

Astarion noticed. The change in her demeanor making his jaw tighten.

"No, you're right on time." Her voice was wind chimes again. Gale tried to keep the pleased smug out of his face.

She stepped back from his fingers graciously, giving his hand a quick reassuring squeeze.

"I will do my best to keep my troubles out of the way. We'll find answers for your scars soon, I promise."

Astarion's eyes went round, lips falling slightly open.

"That's not-"

He shook his head slightly, smoothing back over into that preening smile.

"Of course. Thank you, you sweet thing."

"Well, I best be back to my mending. Missing what is sure to be very stimulating conversation." He clasped hands behind his back. Turning on his heel, but not before giving her a smile, his eyes briefly lingering on her glow in a hint of longing.

Gale watched him go, making sure he actually left and hadn't dipped into shadows.

Aurum was already back to the laundry, unbothered.

"Are you okay?" Gale hushed.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah." She laughed.

Looking down at her chest, she pulled the robe apart. Her bright sternum revealed with a sigh.

"It's not the first time I've been propositioned for this." She gestured at the light. "Something about conquering the holy girl really gets people going."

He stood and put a gentle hand against it. The heat of her skin and the contained radiance warming his palm through to the wrist.

"It hurts you?"

She held her hand over his. Smiling up at him.

"Doesn't yours?"

He laughed then. "You've got me there."

She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles and every fiber of his being resisted kissing her.

"You have something to show me?"

"Ah, yes!" He pulled back, gathering the tomes.

"I've found several promising texts. Those on restraining magic and blood dilution. Would pact breaking be relevant?"

She laughed coldly. "No. He doesn't release anyone."

Her eyes widened, seeming to have said too much. Mouth forming that thin line.

"Aurum, you can tell me." He pulled her hand down to him. "Your secrets are always safe here, and more information will be tantamount to our success."

She played with his fingers absent-mindedly for a moment, seeming to fight with herself.

Relented with a sigh.

"My full name is Aurum Hathala Orndeir."

Information shot across his skull, rocking him back.

"You're a descendant of a Sunlord? The Sunlord?"

This changed everything.

He got up and started to pace.

"The power in your chest. What magic does it hail from?" He was nearly bubbling over with excitement.

The untapped power at her fingertips, if he was right in his assumption it would be world changing.

She seemed apprehensive for a moment, looking at the fervor in his eyes.

"I think this is a bad idea." She rose to feet.

"No, wait."

Between his arcane power of Mystra and her divine light of Amaunator. The undivided face of Lathander. The Yellow God. They would be unstoppable.

"I cannot take part in your ambition, I'm sorry. You don't understand what is inside me."

"Then tell me so I can."

"No. I'm sorry, Gale. I've said too much."

She gathered the folded sheets in her arms and walked away. Robe of gold and crimson trailing behind her.

Only then did he see the subtle markings along the hem. Embellished round suns, the sigil with her the whole time.

All breath stolen from his chest he watched her leave.

Walking past Astarion's tent, he took up pace with her easily. Walking on his heels, leaning towards her to whisper something.

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She should have known better.

Of course he just wanted her like the others did.

Either a power to be tapped or an idol to be worshipped. Often a combination of the two.

How silly, to think that this would be different.

Leaning her head back, she allowed Astarion's venom to soothe through her. Giving in to the numbing pleasure.

He felt it, pausing against her throat for a moment. Then leaned further in. Drinking more earnestly.

At least his intentions for her were clear. She knew where she stood here.

Reaching up she cupped around the back of his head, sighing. Pulling him into her sieve throat.

His hands pushed to the outside of her thighs, both sat against his tent floor.

A growl reverberating through his throat, he pushed his hips into her lower back.

Her chest pulsed and his eyes darted down to it. Pulling the front of her blouse down in his fist.

Her breasts pressed against the taut fabric, she started to feel it again. That rising sun.

Well, he said he wanted a show.

She released one of the fingers holding in her chest.

The light burned out through her limbs, lifting the hair along both of their bodies. The beginnings of a crackling in the air.

She knew the moment it reached her throat cause he gripped on tight. Fingers digging lifeline in her sides.

Her holy blood pushed through both of them and she knew it wouldn't be without consequence. Giving her blood, in its full rapture, to the undead. Her father would punish her severely.

But for now, the light fractured river through both of them. Pulsing with her heart.

She felt his beat against her back twice before he pulled away.

Falling back, he gripped at his chest. Eyes frantic for a moment.

"Did... did you just restart my heart?" He looked up at her in shock and a hint of fear.

"Don't get your hopes up. I would've incinerated you before I revived you."

"What are you?" He sat up, staring at her reverently.

There it is. What. Not whom.

She'd already lost hope, it didn't matter if they knew anymore.

"I am the Eternal Sun. I am Amauntor's Chosen."

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Part 4