#this one is gonna be so sappy I'm actually getting goosebumps

[wilteddreamsofbaldursgate]

WIP Wednesday (and it's actually Wednesday?!)

tagged by the one and only @tragedybunny , thank you 💜

Here goes sappy dadstarion piece I already shared a snipped of last week:

A rogue curl kept falling in his face as he nodded along to something the ageing wizard next to him said, though even from a distance Tav could tell her husband was more interested in the bards performing their shadow play than the obviously one-sided conversation with his old acquaintance. It was only when Astarion suddenly tossed his head back and let out one of his obnoxiously shrill laughs that the wizard was eventually startled into silence. Tav didn’t need to follow her husband’s gaze to the stage to know that one of the actors must’ve tripped over their feet or done something equally unfortunate, so she kept her eyes on Astarion’s profile. Overcome with candid, almost silly amusement he  squeezed his eyes shut, which only deepened the lines on his handsome face. He’d let himself fall back in the cushions, cradling their giggling son against his chest as his laughter carried through the warm summer night. 

no pressure tagging: @bardic-inspo @nyx-knox @herdarkestnightelegance and anybody who wants to share something! ✨

[ratzquantum]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

— an unedited two part ellie williams x reader fluff ; part two here

caught in a blizzard with ellie (your best friend, and coincidentally the girl you're in love with), you finally get a chance to talk about her tattoo. it's sick as fuck, btw.

a dog’s muffled bark clawed at the windows, reverberating into the small nook. you sat beside your best friend, fiddling with the pages of some comic she had found on her last run.

she, as in your best friend, as in ellie williams. the girl was sitting opposite of you, cramped by the nook’s lack of space. her legs were tangled up in yours, and she was reading a similar comic, stopping every few minutes to kick at your side and eye you. you assumed it amused her whenever you rolled your eyes and shoved your nose further into the comic.

white snuffs of cotton blurred the window. it’s pitter patter against the glass grabbed at your ears, and you turned momentarily to gaze into the blizzard outside. ice had creeped its way around the edges of the window, adorning it with crystal patterns. you wondered if it would melt away if you pressed the pad of your thumb against it, smudging it with warmth. you turned your gaze to ellie. you guessed that it would, since ellie was like that to you.

butterflies crept their way into your gut, their wings tickling your sides. she was the warmth to your cold hands, wasn't she? the comfort when you felt absent; the sun to your moon.

"hey, loser," ellie kicked at you again. you blinked, focusing on her face. "you reading or not?" her bushy brown eyebrows were scrunched into a pout as she looked down at you.

a laugh bubbled its way from your throat. "and if I'm not?"

she kicked at you again. "then you're an ass." ellie closed her comic and tossed it lightly onto the floor.

"what are you doing?"

"well, we're not reading anymore," she huffed.

you nudged her side with your foot. "I stopped reading for two seconds, els."

"and I'm offended." when you rolled your eyes, ellie's lips fell into a smirk. "what?"

"you're full of it," you tutted. she burst into a fit of loud laughter. "seriously!" she subconsciously kicked at you, and so you playfully returned the gesture.

"ouch!"

"you did this to yourself!"

shared giggles filled the quiet of the room. ellie leaned forward and pressed the palms of her hands into your legs as an attempt to keep you from kicking her. for a while, with a cheeky smile, you kept at it.

then your eyes fell against the splotch of black on one of her arms. examining it closer, you realized it was actually a tattoo. you had seen it before, but never so close. the faded black ink had been drawn so precisely. it was beautiful. there was a moth. you thought back to the butterflies in your stomach, picturing the moth instead. that moth teased at your ribcage, brushing against your heart. you swallowed thickly as you reached out to touch her tattoo.

noticing that your kicks had slowed, her grip on your knees softened and she barked, "oh yeah, baby, I fuckin' won."

then she felt something cold touch her skin and she jumped. "fuck!"

you reeled back. "you okay?"

"sorry," ellie grimaced, "didn't know you were gonna do that." your lips curled into a sappy smile. "your fingers are so cold, dude."

"like that's new."

"still!" she groaned, "like, I wouldn't be surprised if you turned out to be an alien."

your eyes bulged. "that's mean, els," you gaped.

“blah blah,” she mocked, scooching towards you. "what were you lookin' at anyway?"

"your tattoo." your eyes drifted back to the inky markings. with ellie's knowledge this time, you let your fingers run against the lines. goosebumps prickled behind every hair your cool fingers raised. the gentleness of your touch tickled ellie, and her face was growing red the more she tried to suppress her giggles.

ellie's hand found yours and clutched it, ceasing any movement. your eyes flickered up to meet hers. she let out a deep sigh, and then, "sorry. tickled."

"oh."

she was quick to revert the conversation back to her tattoo. "this girl gave it to me. pretty sick, right?" her eyes looked to yours for validation. the way your eyes swam with adoration was enough for her.

"okay," you murmured. "I'm going to guess the moth and leaves have something to do with nature?"

"first off," ellie started, "the moth is a hawk moth. not just any moth. and hawk moths are essential to life." you looked back up at her. her eyes reflected something else as she ranted, a flicker of some other emotion that you couldn't decipher. you would try, but sometimes her eyes were just too pretty to concentrate on one specific thing.

"and the leaves are to symbolize life. not just nature, silly. life is kind of important, even though I'm sure it wasn't as important at one point," she finished. you hadn't even mentioned the scarred bite, and somehow that comforted ellie. maybe you didn't see, didn't care. she still appreciated it.

"you know what?" ellie asked.

you frowned. "uh oh. what?"

"we're gonna get you your own tattoo," she grinned.

"els," you quipped. her hand, which you had forgotten was entwined with yours, yanked you off of the comfort of the nook as she jumped up. "els!"

"c'monnn," she drawled, "don't be an even bigger loser!"

you stumbled to your feet, wriggling out of her grasp. "what if I don't want to?" you huffed, finally freeing your hand.

"pussy," she whispered.

you shook your head, leaning forward to hear better. "what'd you say?"

this time she yelled, "pussy!"

you cringed, hanging your head back despairingly. "duude."

"so you comin' or not?"

"fuck you."