#if only my goblin self could figure out how to draw myself so I don't look like a potato

[mitamicah]

Three months ago more or less to this hour I met Jan (and Bojan and Nace) face to face for the first time after the Malmö concert at the See You Soon tour. It feel so surreal :'D

There's a smiley over my face since I couldn't get the face right and working on it honestly gave me gender dysphoria - don't ask me how bc Idk

[mrfancyfoot]

Patchwork Plots

Chapter 11 - Debauchery Invitational -

In which there's lots of flirting and attempting but no actual succeeding in separating Evie from her underthings and anxiety.

Jealous Astarion is jealous until he realises exactly what's happened.

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NSFW/Explicit Series | An indulgent, often humorous drabble series for my merry little band of murder-hobos led by someone with little sense of self-preservation. | Astarion/f!humanAvatar/Halsin | AO3 Link

Additional Tags: Lae'zel & Evie - one-sided heavy flirting from our favorite githyanki; implied & unreciprocated Gale & Evie Warnings: Some sexual suggestiveness

"So, you're the partying sort," Astarion commented - said as though it was some sort of scandal but she had a feeling his tone would be the same had he said the opposite - as Evie walked up from the last group of tiefling celebrators, fully intending to just nod politely and pass him on by.

Taking a few steps towards him, she leaned in conspiratorially, "Oh, make no mistake, the sooner I get the schmoozing out of the way, the sooner I can find a spot to relax and people will stop seeking me out.  I'm just making my rounds."

"I see.  I thought you didn't partake?"  He gestured towards the bottle in her hand with a brow raised.

"I don't.  This isn't alcohol.  People kept handing me things, so I figured if it looked like I already had a drink, they'd stop pressuring me to drink."

"Crafty," he said dryly.  "You know, I never pictured myself a hero.  Never thought I'd be the one they toast to for saving so many lives.  And now that I'm here…I hate it.  This is awful."  He pulled a disgusted face.

"You can suck it up a little.  You don't need to go schmooze but try to enjoy yourself a little, will ya?"

"Enjoy myself?" he exclaimed, affronted.  "There's a worm in my brain, I'm surrounded by idiots, and all I've got to drink is wine that tastes like vinegar."  He thrust the bottle towards her in emphasis.

"Can't help ya with that last one unless you don't want alcohol."

"All I want is a little fun," he pouted.  "Is that so much to ask?"

"What's your idea of 'a little fun,' then?"

Astarion rolled his eyes and scowled, looking her down.  "By the hells.  Sex, my dear.  A night of passion.  Not with you, just to be clear.  Anyway, don't let me keep you.  I'm sure you have somebody else to sniff around."

She gladly took the dismissal.  He was in a weird mood, pricklier than usual.  Surely it had nothing to do with all the jovial tieflings and their companions dancing and singing, and making eyes at each other.

Lae'zel looked to be practically over the moon - or at least the most excited and smiley Evie had ever seen her.  She supposed the conquest over the goblins had especially left her with heightened warrior spirit.

It was still a bit unnerving to have the githyanki beaming at her as she meandered over towards her tent.  On the other hand, she had gained a certain fondness for the woman in their time together.  The intensity was just a bit…much.

Lae'zel took a long swig from the bottle in her hand and launched into an engaged retelling, "Fetching those barrels we found was quite a strategy.  And expertly placed in the field!  A single spark to draw so much carnage and you atop there as the descending flame among them.  Few could have matched your nerve today.  It was enough to drive me to madness!"  

Evie rubbed sheepishly at the back of her neck.  "We're all grateful for your help, too!  You were super great out there!  I just built off of the tiefling's strategy with the oil."

"You deserve honor."  Lae'zel raised her drink to her.  "And Vlaakith demands of me no less.  A pity for us you have promised your body to Gale."

Evie choked on her drink.  She did what now?

"I've no doubt he's as seductive as he is succinct."  The other woman's eyes drifted towards where the wizard had his tent.  "Mm - if only I might lay claim to my proper trophy.  Come morning, you will wonder.  You will wonder how my lips might have tasted, how my fingers on your skin might have felt.  Oh, but do enjoy yourself tonight.  I intend to, myself.  Wyll looks particularly tempting."

Whaaat was happening?

Evie glanced back at Wyll, reeling from the sudden revelations.  "Uh, yeah, he's a…a catch.  Good luck with that!"  Praying the firelight and shadows hid the crimson of her embarrassment painting her face, Evie quickly darted towards her tent before thinking better of that - people would come looking for her there when she wanted a moment of privacy to collect her thoughts - and made her way towards the water's edge instead, overly aware of the gazes upon her.

Her mind spun, going over every past interaction with Gale to analyse what would have given them that kind of impression.  Did he think that way, as well?  That wasn't what she wanted, right?  She'd never thought of him like that and the idea didn't particularly stir anything within her.

And Lae'zel even…

Was it just the night?  The win and booze making everyone hot?

She did not miss the damn elf snickering so hard that he'd had to sit down as his garnet eyes followed after her.

"Glad someone finds this humorous," she grumbled just loud enough that she knew he'd hear.

She didn't drink because she was such a lightweight and didn't want to do something stupid in front of so many who now looked up to her, but damn if she wasn't drunk enough to deal with this.

Fuck, it wasn't like she was super innocent or anything and couldn't use a good time over a log somewhere, but she really needed seven to ten business days to process.  ...Was she missing out?