#had some plot breathroughs so hoping to get some more writing done and maybe start posting this month 😬

[m3rricat]

Tiny snippet for wip wednesday, from the first chapter of my wyllstarion modern-ish AU with public defender!Wyll. Enjoy Astarion being a little shit (affectionate):

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Milly stopped mid-word and turned to Wyll as he carefully opened the door into the cramped interview room. And, yes—there, across the glass and the grate below it was Astarion, artfully slouched as he sat on the stool in the dim holding cell on the other side. He straightened up as his eyes alighted on Wyll, glittering with amusement. After so many brief meetings over the years, Wyll had never quite placed their color—they usually looked brown in the yellow tint of the courthouse lighting, but now and then he swore they shone almost red. Astarion’s face itself was all pale hard planes and angles, cut across now by his sharp grin. And as always, his silvery curls were effortlessly elegant, despite spending the night in a cell.

“Wyll, darling!” he said theatrically, heavy emphasis on the first syllable of ‘darling.’ “How delightful! It has been far too long.”

“He giving you any trouble, Mil?” asked Wyll, smiling.

Milly set down her notepad on the ledge in front of the grate next to her pile of case paperwork, raising her eyebrows in a mock-earnest expression. “Oh, no. Mr. Ancunin was just telling me about his current employment as a princess of House Nightstar.”

“And Ms. Tav was just delivering the news that, as a princess, I likely wouldn’t financially qualify for her services,” said Astarion, with an exaggerated sigh.