#i've been fighting with this fic since NOVEMBER it like. refused to come together

[trevisos]

nothing but teeth

pairing: nb!Tav/Astarion rating: G word count: 4,030 description: Astarion is lying about being a magistrate - that much is obvious. Xarrai intends to find out what it is he's trying to hide. more context: Xarrai is a tiefling bard and courtesan with the charlatan background, and an escaped Banite cultist. Any pronouns are fine (though I stick with they/them here for clarity.) ao3 link: here

It's high summer on the banks of the Chionthar and the woods are alive with it, birdsong and sunlight on every breeze. The air is warm and bright and smells of fresh grass and clean water; the sun sends rays of light like long fingers between the branches of the trees and spills them across the worn dust of the road. It’s the kind of thing Xarrai could write a shallow ballad about, a song to be debuted in a room of drunkards at the Helm & Cloak to raucous applause. Or perhaps a poem, one they could whisper into the ear of a patriar in the facsimile of affection he paid for, wrapped in his silken sheets. It’s beautiful. 

They hate it.

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