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[vixstarria]

Apples

Alright, so this is actually going to be included in a future chapter of my longfic as a flashback, but the readership of that is a small fraction of that on my one-shots, and I giggled too much writing it to not show it to the masses.

Astarion x Tav, Act 1

Humour, ponderings on the topic of vampire physiology, my Tav being a gremlin

Rated M, I guess.

Approx. 600 words

Somewhere along the Risen Road

Astarion sat with a book, trying to ignore Asmodea as she perched next to him, loudly crunching on an apple. It was proving to be impossible to concentrate under her inquisitive stare. 

“Yes?” he said, sighing. 

“So does pussy taste like ash to you?” 

Astarion wrinkled his nose in distaste. 

“Must you be so crass?” 

“You’re really going to continue the ‘uptight noble’ act after last night?” she said with a smirk. “And I’m actually being considerate, not crass – it was only after, that I remembered vampire taste buds have certain quirks.” She shifted where she sat. “I wouldn’t shove your face into an ash tray,” she said, sounding almost apologetic, before biting into the apple again.  

“Very well,” Astarion said, shutting his book. “No, pussy tastes like pussy. And yours tastes like-” 

“The finest nectar, divine ambrosia, blah blah,” she interrupted him with a dismissive wave of her hand, talking with her mouth full. “But why?” 

“I... I don’t know,” he said. “I suppose it’s all similar to blood in that it’s still produced by the body. And-” he cut himself off, with a shake of his head. “Do you really want to talk about this?” 

“Just trying to understand you better, that’s all,” she said, swallowing. “Hmm,” she hummed, before leaning towards him with a grin and beckoning him with a finger.  

Astarion glanced in the direction Wyll and Karlach had walked off. The group was taking a short break. Their tryst in the night seemed to have gone unnoticed by anyone, and he didn’t want to make it known, at least not yet. Satisfied that they were alone, he pressed his lips against hers in a kiss. Her tongue cautiously sought his own, and he let it, before pulling away.  

“Did that taste like ash?” she asked. 

“No, that... tasted the way an apple smells,” he answered. 

“So it tasted like apple.” 

“No, it tasted like the smell.” 

“That’s the same thing,” she argued. “And do you like the smell of apples?” 

“No, it’s not the same thing,” he sighed. “And I suppose, but... Hells, how do I explain it? ...You enjoy the smell of roses, yes? But you wouldn’t want to eat one, now would you? And if you did – it would not taste the way it smelled anyway. ...Do you understand?” 

Astarion supposed he should have been annoyed by her questioning, but something in her earnestness placated him.  

Asmodea let out a prolonged “ahh” of comprehension, and he thought that would be the end of it, but then she extended her half-eaten apple towards him. 

“Lick it.” 

“What?” Now he was getting irritated.  

“Don’t chew it, just lick it. Have you tried regular food since getting tadpoled, anyway?” 

He had, and he had immediately regretted it, but he obliged her anyway.  

“Ugh,” he grimaced. “Now it tastes like ash.” 

“Fascinating,” she said, biting back into the apple. “Perhaps it’s the juice being mixed with human saliva that makes it palatable for you. I wonder if there is a minimum ratio of spit to plant liquid that is required...” 

He opened his book again, determined to ignore her.  

“I could feed you like a mama bird feeds her hatchlings,” she continued thoughtfully, looking off into the distance.  

Astarion snapped the book shut again.  

“I do not need to be fed apples!” he exclaimed. “And you are the most ridiculous person I have ever met.” 

“Thank you,” she smiled. 

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[roguishcat]

WIP Sunday

Thank you so much for tagging me @anacdoce, @whiskeyskin, @funniestbitchinfaerun, @vividiana, @dr-acula121, @arzen9, @pursuitseternal!💖💖💖 Tagging all of you back!

Here is a snippet from Chapter 8 of 'Conversations with a vampire'.

"Hold very still! Your face is all sharp lines, and I want to get it right," Tav giggled and finally settled on a glittery blue.

Astarion hummed and closed his eyes, deciding to go along with whatever the child planned. Perhaps his face would be quite a sight to behold, but at least all evidence of Cazador’s cruelty would be concealed from the world. He’d rather look like a clown than like a dog beaten by its master.

“Your skin is so smooth and lovely,” Tav sighed, brush moving along the elf’s skin with smooth, careful strokes that made him relax a touch.

“Oh? Jealous?” Astarion smirked.

“Of course I am!” Tav smiled, setting the brush down, fingers hovering over her supplies. She selected a wide brush and a lacquered wooden box that fit into the palm of her hand, taking the lid off to reveal fine, translucent powder. “Who wouldn’t be? When I first saw you looked so radiant that I had to pinch myself.”

“And when was that exactly?”

“Well…” she trailed off.

“Come now, out with it! I know you appearing in that alley just at the right time to hand me that healing potion was not a mere coincidence.”

No pressure tags: @clazberryk, @preciouslittlebhaalbae, @busy-baker, @larvasmoon, @obsessedwhyyes, @nyx-knox, @hellethil, @marlowethebard, @davenswitcher, @honeybee-bard, @khywren, @bardic-inspo, @dramatiquechipmunk, @verbenaa, @pinkberrytea, @silent-words, @spacebarbarianweird, @rahuratna, @astarionancuntnin, @charmandabear, @fangbangerghoul, @feywild-ae

[optimisticgrey]

Last Photo 📸 and Song 🎶

NO CHEATING: You're starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

Stole this from @whenwewerelost No pressure darling tags for @monowires @astarioffsimpmain @avabjorna36 @worfs-glorious-hair @tociminna and @whiskeyskin

and, as usual, everyone else who wants to join!

Last picture was stolen from Johnny's bluesky. His OC Akoryrr, because....look at him 🫠😭😍

Last song is Save me by Shinedown. How unironically fitting.

Youtube Spotify

That being said, I will be absolutely safe and fine.

I apologize for spamming your timelines at the moment, work is hell and I need to stressprocrastinate. a lot.

[foxtatodreams]

OC Tag Game ✨

Tagged by @whiskeyskin (I enjoyed so much reading about her Shadowcursed Undead Sorlock, Helna), here my first DnD OC and Tav, Shoko. 🌸💚 I’d like to talk about her more often, but I'm really lazy, so I appreciate this kind of game.

With no pressure at all, I tag @tee-dohrnii @skelvron-keiman @miradelletarot @senualothbrok @worfs-glorious-hair (If you've already done it, feel free to tag me! I'll enjoy reading about your tav).

General:

Name: Shoko Alias: None Gender: Cis Woman Age: 28 Spoken Language: Common, Silvan, her Grove language. Sexual Orientation: Straight Occupation: Adventurer (she jokes about having "Cults' slayer" on her CV)

Favorite: 

Colour: Pink and green Entertainment: books, speaking with every animal she meets Pastime: Reading, cooking, solving riddles Food: No one in particular, but she loves fruit and sweets Drink: Green tea - also flavoured

Have They…

Passed University: not university, but she had finished the novice at her grove. Had Sex: Not before Gale. 👀 Had Sex in Public: Nope Gotten Tattoos: She has a floral tattoo on her right cheek, gained for her achievements as druid. Not really a tattoo, but she has also some glowing dryad-like marks on her body. Gotten Piercings: Pierced ears, but she don't wear earrings usually. Gotten Scarred:  No Had a Broken Heart: Not exactly, because she doesn’t remember much about her parents death.

Are They…

A Cuddler: With Gale she is a hopeless cuddler (not in public, though). With her friends, she rarely gives hug, but she adores to receive them. Scared Easily: No, she is usually the one that drives spiders out of the room. But her greatest fear is not being enough for her friends and letting everybody down. Jealous Easily: Not so easily, but it's not a feeling that she is familiar with. Trustworthy: Definitely. She is a natural born leader, even if she usually doesn't want to be and sometimes she is overwhelmed by that.

Family

Sibling(s): Not by blood, but she considers all the druids in her Grove as sisters. Parents: Her parents were archeologists and researchers. They were working in a foreign land, hosted by the Grove, when they died by an evil Cult's hand. From then on Shoko was raised by the druids. Children: Not yet (?) Pets: Does the Owlbear Cub count? 😆 During her travels she was not able to keep any pets, but after settling in Waterdeep, she built a shelter for stray animals in the woods nearby. (Editor's Note: actually, my DnD OC has befriended a Loftus, a cute tiny celestial plant)

[optimisticgray-backup]

Want to play a tag game?

I came across this line yesterday and it made me insanely giggly (you are free to keep your analysis about the status of my brainrot to yourself), so a tag game is

👉Share the last sentence/paragraph written by someone else that made you happy/giggly/smile/laugh/burst into laughter/feel good/you get the idea

Gale takes in the full length of you and swallows hard, his throat bobs and he flicks his tongue over his bottom lip; it was like he'd just seen a bookmark being used instead of folding down the page.

This one is from @whiskeyskin's A practiced tongue

no pressure tag, feel free to tag along if you want to

@astarioffsimpmain @senualothbrok @worfs-glorious-hair @avabjorna36 @thoughts-of-bear @tociminna @lostintheweave

[spyvstailor]

Stalked

Chapter Two For @whiskeyskin. Enjoy!

Chapter Two

“I'll see you in Baldurs Gate, then?” Olly asked, as they stood at the crossroads, one road leading to the shadow cursed lands and Reithwin, the other going the long way around to Baldurs Gate.

Rugan drank his third pint of the night, watching the Harper Gaffer as she spoke and drank wine with some newcomers. He thought of Olly, the young lad heading on, straight to the gate, and sighed. He was dragging his ass, taking the hard way to the Gate, because it just wasn't making sense to him. None of shit out in the wilds was. It was as though they had been set up to fail from the beginning.

Maybe he was getting too old. Everything just made him tired and made him regret many life choices that lead him to this point. Putting off the inevitable, pondering how to leave the Zhents. You never left the Zhents unless it was in a pine box on its way to the graveyard, but Gods he would pray to any of them if they gave him an out.

Years of mercenary work before landing in the Zhenterim, before that years of missteps and crime, before that years of being tossed around like a ragdoll by a drunk father before he lit out in the night to find his own way.

Of course he was fucking tired, he was old, and growing older, and nothing ever changed.

The group speaking with the mean eyed Harper left her, heading to nose around the rest of the inn, and Rugan leveled his eyes on the Half-High Elf woman left standing. She was breathtaking to look at. Fierce and strong, but small and delicate looking like a doll.

As though sensing his eyes on her, she turned those sharp hazel-grey eyes on him and stared him down like a predator staring down her prey.

Rugan lifted his pint to her with a smirk. If he could pull a bed warmer for the night, he'd aim for her, but he knew the type. She was a battle fought, a clawing, gnashing thing one had to wrestle down and kiss quiet, break her in like a wild mount. But he wouldn't dare, she would no doubt shove a blade into his belly. And he was anything, if not a man who knew how to keep his own hide in one piece.

Still, he enjoyed the way her wickedly arched brows lowered whenever he flirted with her. Or the rather cute way, she straightened up to try to meet him eye to eye.

And now, raising his glass to her, he chuckled as she scowled and looked away. But he also didn't miss the quick, check back she gave him, before turning and walking towards the side of the inn where the stairs were.

Emptying his pint glass, he moved his creaking bones over to the area above the bar and thumped on the floor.

A small Tiefling with curly hair jumped up onto the bartop and looked at him.

“Another, sir?” She asked.

“Ta,” he said, dropping the glass down to her. The system worked.

A few minues later another Tiefling child scurried up the stairs to approach him, a frothy pint in both his hands.

Rugan took the pint and eyed the young thing. “You drink some?”

“No, sir.”

He smiled. “Good lad. Doesn't do a man any favours.” Easing down onto a very old, and very wobbly chair, Rugan eyed the child. “Your friend down there, he'll tell you in the morning, the drink is hard on a man.”

“Mister Rolan lost his brother and sister to the cult,” the Tiefling said.

“Oh aye? What is this cult? Why do they have you all running scared?” He asked.

The small Tiefling looked at him with wide, scared eyes. “They have Goblins, and worms in their heads, and they hurt Asharak, badly. Very badly. He screamed.”

Rugan nodded. “That so?” He considered the kid. Rugan had no experience with children, but even he could admit to himself that Tiefling kids were cute. It was the big eyes, tiny fangs, and budding horns. This one, with his shaky little voice, was breaking his heart. Where was his parents? Dead, he figured, but this little man had not a soul. And here he was, worrying for a drunken wizard who lobbed insults at them and snapped at anyone who dared get close.

“Here,” Rugan said, as the boy turned to leave, reaching into his well hidden coin pocket for a gold coin. “Take your tip, never do anything for no pay.”

“Thank you,” the boy said.

“And keep that for yourself, aye? You earned it, not that girl that's running your lot.”

The boy eyed him. “How'd you know about Mol?”

“I had a leader like her once, when I was young. They're always out for themselves in the end.”

“Not Mol,” the child argued gently. “She protects us.”

“Aye. She protects you now, but give her a chance and she'll burn you in the end.”

The boy turned and walked off, a funny look on his face.

Rugan stood up from the chair with his pint and headed back to his perch, as the group which had been speaking with the Harper reached the top of the stairs.

It wasn't until they grew closer and he wasn't distracted by the Harper and her eyes, that he recognized them. They had risked their lives for Olly and himself with those Gnolls.

Not wanting a reunion at the moment, soaked in misery as he was, he pressed himself back into the shadows of the inn, and allowed them to pass by. Only that pale bastard noticing him lurking, but only smiling, flashing a fang as he passed.

Rugan exhaled and moved to sit in his spot, but stopped short, the Harper was there, at the top of the stairs, eyes on the group who were ducking into a room nearby.

Something was up with that group. She was far too interested in them.

He moved to stand beside her with his pint in hand.

They stood quietly for the longest time, before he said, “you never told me your name, luv.”

“No,” she said absently, still watching the closed door of the room the group disappeared into.

“Those your swords in there?”

“Gods, I hope so,” she murmured.

He was about to ask her what she hoped this group of foolish risktakers would do for her, when a crash sounded and heightened voices came from the room.

All hells broke loose then, as from every entrance came winged horrors, snarling and ready to draw blood.

As the woman prepared herself for battle, Rugan slipped back into the shadows with his pint. It wasn't his fight and he didn't feel like involving himself.

He'd watch from the shadows, where it was safest.

[vixstarria]

OC Tag Game ✨

Tagged by @whiskeyskin and @hellethil - thank you!

In turn tagging @thechaoticdruid @charlenestrawart, @core-ene and @ghostfire

General:

Name: Asmodea Alias: 'Asmodea' is the alias - it's a name given her by her patron as part of their pact. She's gone by many others in the past. Astarion calls her Oddie. Gender: Female Age: Around 35 at the time of BG3 events Spoken Language: Common, Rashemi, also very adept at swearing in Elvish Sexual Orientation: Bi Occupation: Currently (ie in Bloodbang Chronicles) operates a theatre. Bard and tavernkeeper in the past, among other things. *coughbanditcough*

Favorite: 

Colour: Red Entertainment: Theatre, music, dancing, anything loud that warrants a crowd Pastime: See above, also drinking and gambling. Is partial to really bad erotica. Does a bit of writing herself, don't know if it's any good though. Food: Not picky as long as it's not bland Drink: Coffee, rum, red wine

Have They…

Passed University: No, she was kicked out of bardic college before she completed it Had Sex: Oh yes. Been around the block several times over well before Astarion ever happened. Had Sex in Public: Ahh, the spiderclimbing ceiling incident... Gotten Tattoos: Nah Gotten Piercings: Has piercings all over her face and ears Gotten Scarred: Nothing major Had a Broken Heart: Of course, just like any other well-rounded individual

Are They…

A Cuddler: Doesn't really have a choice in the matter, Astarion is constantly cold and seeks heat Scared Easily: Yes, but she won't admit it Jealous Easily: No Trustworthy: Ahahaha! Haha! Ha. No.

Family

Sibling(s): Doesn't know about her mother's side, but none on her father's Parents: She had an elven mother, who left her to be raised by her human father. Did not know her mother at all. Had a pretty happy childhood anyway. Father was alright until the drinking and gambling got him, but she was a teen by then. Children: Only in a non-canon AU which I haven't written yet. Really not parent material. Pets: Just whichever animals hang around wherever she happens to live at the time. Scratch stays with Halsin in my fic.

[roguishcat]

Last line game

Thank you for tagging me @anacdoce and @bloodinwine! ❤️❤️ Looking forward to reading both stories! ❤️❤️

I've got more than one line. (Is it cheating?) This is from Apron (Part 2). Astarion is going to get some, but not in the way he envisioned. Because 'inappropriate use of' is one of my favourite tropes.

Astarion felt something brush against his calf, the touch feather-light and teasing.

"Mmm," he smiled, indulging in the soft caress. "I knew you wouldn't resist me long."

One ruby eye cracked open. To his confusion, you were not at the foot of the bed. In fact, you were sitting in the chair which stood as far from the bed as the space would allow.

Tagging: @arzen9, @rahuratna, @hellethil, @busy-baker, @dramatiquechipmunk, @verbenaa, @obsessedwhyyes, @wilteddreamsofbaldursgate, @lanafofana, @marlowethebard, @preciouslittlebhaalbae, @nyx-knox, @charmandabear, @pursuitseternal, @dez78, @deadly-diminuendo, @busy-baker, @clazberryk, @honeybee-bard, @bardic-inspo, @davenswitcher, @xxnashiraxx, @pinkberrytea, @nerdallwritey, @meeshrox, @caffeinatedmunchkin, @elinorbard, @fangbangerghoul, @deadly-diminuendo, @astarionancuntnin, @vividiana, @funniestbitchinfaerun, @khywren, @kalmiaphlox, @whiskeyskin, @silent-words, @bum-dragon, @waterdeep-weavemoss, @sorceresssundries

[grymghoul]

Sarros Rûndrinn

general..

name: sarros rûndrinn

alias: rosy

gender: Cis male

age: 21 human years, 126 dog years

spoken language: common, elvish

sexual orientation: gay

occupation: ranger by day, rogue by night

family..

sibling(s): one half brother

parents: a dead mom & a deadbeat dad

children: a very young daughter, eilwynn

Pets: a familiar named grym

favorite..

colour: browns, greens, golds & a specific shade of red

entertainment: petty crime & reading

pastime: petty crime & drinking

food: big fan of meat pies & undercooked meat

drink: loves hard cider, mead & water

have they…

passed university: he was taught ranger things as a boy.

had sex: he was quite the libertine, for a moment.

had sex in public: oh, yes

gotten tattoos: yes

gotten piercings: yes, his ears.

gotten scarred: yes, he has quite a few of them

had a broken heart: yes, losing his mother broke it

are they…

a cuddler: only with ppl he's close to

scared easily: nah, he's desensitized

jealous easily: not really jealous, but he lets ppl know not to touch

trustworthy: if he gives his word, he means it.

key notes:

he's a werewolf, he has full control over his lycanthropy

he's a single father

his dad is an insane, shitty necromancer

he's stupid in love with astarion

this was fun! thanks for tagging me @whiskeyskin & thanks for getting to know my boy

[optimisticgrey]

Random WIP sharing

No day, no sense, just random WIP. Anybody else? No pressure tags, as usual 🫶

@astarioffsimpmain @ashprince-of-bel-air @monowires @whiskeyskin

"You are light," he continued softly, his words an unspoken plea for her to see herself as he did. "You are good. Gentle. Kind. Graceful." Her gaze flickered with recognition, but it was fleeting. "Astarion is graceful. It doesn’t mean he’s any less dangerous,” she shrugged, dismissing his words entirely.

[lunette-bleu]

I love this type of tag game! Thanks for the tag @auroraesmeraldarose 😁 Without naming them, post 10 gifs of films you've seen and then tag 10 people!

This was so fun, and now I want to do a movie marathon 😂

Anyways, tagging some people, absolutely no pressure: @xxnashiraxx @nerdalmighty @honeybee-bard @theons-sausage @pinkberrytea @waterdeep-weavemoss @badmarilynart @potatoedwards @oflights @whiskeyskin

[busy-baker]

Thanks for the tag @mutualcombat! 😊

Rules: Shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 songs, then tag 10 friends to do the same.

Let’s see how my music taste measures up

1. Enemy - Imagine Dragons

2. Hayloft - Mother Mother

3. Espresso - Sabrina Carpenter

4. The Therapist - Foreign Air

5. Rush - Troye Sivan

6. Secunda - Jeremy Soule

7. Elephant - Tame Impala

8. Sailor Song - Gigi Perez

9. Ma Meilluere Ennemie - Strommae and Pomme

10. Hot Mess - Friday Pilots Club

Tagging: @amoremagnificentbastard @kalmiaphlox @emmy-dekarios-bg3 @locallegume @nyxueaurelia @strawbebbie-fields @whiskeyskin @obsessedwhyyes @davenswitcher @bardic-inspo

[spyvstailor]

OC Tag Game

Tagged by @whiskeyskin in this here thing. I dunno. Let's hit it.

General:

Name: Asher Alias: Ash Gender: Cis Male Age: 37 Spoken Language: Common, Infernal Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Occupation: Marauder/Sorcerer. Grifter, Circus Performer, Charlatan

Favorite: 

Colour: Black Entertainment: Reading, Toad Racing, Rock Collecting Pastime: Gemology, Making Rock Jewellery, Sewing Food: Growing up an orphan on the streets, he doesn't eat much or doesn't like very rich foods, but he loves a nice cheese and bread spread, give him a charcuterie and he'll graze like a horse, little clawed pinkies in the air style Drink: Yes, please

Have They…

Passed University: What's that? A kind of disease? Had Sex: He has at least one position named after him. Had Sex in Public: Yes, next question. Gotten Tattoos: ... Gotten Piercings: Yes. Gotten Scarred: A good fighter doesn't get scars, they leave them. Had A Broken Heart: Can't break something that isn't there. *obvious lie*

Are They…

A Cuddler: ...yes. Scared Easily: Emotions can be scary. Jealous Easily: No. Asher is more of a free love type, but he is loyal to partners who desire loyalty. Trustworthy: You would think no, but Asher knows which side his bread is buttered and would never betray a friend or companion. As far as stealing or grifting from, never from the poor or downtrodden. Rich people, bullies, and nobility though...

Family

Sibling(s): None Parents: None Children: Never say never... Pets: He once had a rat that stayed in his tent when he was with the circus, but it left him one day and then he found out it was eaten by a circus geek.

Bonus picture because his guns are out.

[vixstarria]

WIP Folder Game

Tagged by @tragedybunny, @bhaalbaaby, @wilteddreamsofbaldursgate and @brabblesblog - thank you!

How to play:

post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Oh boy. Here goes:

Astarion sandwich

Blood outline

Early Act 1 oral outline

Fic X - Act 3

No touch oral outline

Peering into the mind of a dark consort

Portrait

Post-performance HJ outline

Tomorrow

And then there's bits and pieces for my longfic, but it's just under chapter numbers.

Some of these have been sitting as WIPs for months, and will likely just be discarded entirely.

I think most of the usual victims of my tagging have already been tagged by others. 😅 Hmm.

No pressure tags:

@spacebarbarianweird @thechaoticdruid @mj-bites @nyx-knox @ineadhyn @leomonae @themadlu @whiskeyskin @davenswitcher

[roguishcat]

WIP Sunday

Thank you so much for tagging me @bloodinwine, @anacdoce and @xxnashiraxx! Your writing is awesome in so many different ways! 💖💖💖

Seeing as 'Fangs and Cheeks' did so well, I decided that we needed a little 'Morning After' story. Here's a bit from 'Gale's Predicament'. Gale is the best. And everyone (except Astarion) realises it.

"How are you feeling, mate? Do you need anything?"

Karlach's concerned face was the first thing he saw when he finally managed to force his eyes open, eyelids heavy from lack of sleep. Gale couldn’t remember the last time he felt so utterly exhausted. But it was all for a good cause. His companions were safe, well, and rested. And that was definitely something worth celebrating, all things considered.

"You have proven to have your uses, wizard." Minthara's voice assaulted his senses from somewhere nearby.

The drow sounded uncharacteristically impressed by his actions. Gale realised that he must look a sight for Minthara to choose to pay him something as close to a compliment as he would get from her.

"Truly, your efforts were not in vain, my friend." Wyll squeezed his shoulder. "You better stay put and rest."

"Yes. I will remain in camp. A wizard with no magic is an easy target. You do not deserve to die a dishonourable death after what you had done," Lae’zel said in a grave voice.

The gith placed herself beside the entrance to Gale’s tent, hand on her sword, back ramrod straight, eyes scanning their campsite for potential threats.

"Good morning, everyone!" You said chirpily, moving the flap of your tent aside and squinting a little when late morning light hit your eyes.

All heads snapped in your direction, making you take a step back only to bump into Astarion.

"It seems that our pleasure aroused displeasure among our campmates!" The elf raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue, seemingly unconcerned at being the subject of such intense attention. "I suppose a good ol’ apology will not suffice?"

No pressure tags💖 : @obsessedwhyyes, @caffeinatedmunchkin, @arzen9, @deadly-diminuendo, @preciouslittlebhaalbae, @whiskeyskin, @vividiana, @inkymoonbunny, @bum-dragon, @davenswitcher, @larvasmoon, @pursuitseternal, @busy-baker, @bardic-inspo, @marlowethebard, @honeybee-bard, @pinkberrytea, @lanafofana, @hellethil, @astarionancuntnin, @funniestbitchinfaerun, @fangbangerghoul, @clazberryk, @khywren, @deadly-diminuendo, @coyote-mint, @heylittleriotact