Of Blood and Poison
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“Listen here you little shit.” Astarion felt the conviction in his words, the vindication. “They might have use of you for now but make no mistake. I won’t be replaced by some half-rate impostor. I was here long before you and I’ll be here long after you. So enjoy the attention while you can. Your days are numbered.”
Did he feel better? Maybe a smidgen. If the thing had cried or wailed over its pitiful existence and inevitable fading into obscurity maybe he would’ve been more satisfied.
Then again, it was a skeleton key so he wasn’t sure what he had been expecting.
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A collection of oneshots as two rogues try to con each other and oopsie feelings get in the way and also there’s a plot to save the world from a giant brain going on in the background.Or all of my social media is still bombarding me with Astarion and if I have to deal with the 3 am brainrot so do you.
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- Part 1 of Of Blood and Poison
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She lay still and quiet.
“Really, darling,” he said, forcing a cavalier tone, falling flat though at least no one was here to witness. “This is terribly selfish of you. You go and set my heart into such a tizzy only to fall into a sleep-like death.” He sank to his knees beside her, listening to the howls of this cursed land, the crackling of the fires. “Terribly selfish,” he chided.
“Yes, Fangs,” he could imagine her saying, hands on her hips, the picture of indignation, “because this was all my grand plan. To take a fucking nap.”
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- Part 2 of Of Blood and Poison
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It was a bat. An all white bat with a mop of delicate curls and blood-red eyes. It stumbled, weaving as if it were drunk or didn’t know how to operate its limbs, wings held aloft to try and steady itself.
A vague sense of horror came over Vixie as she knelt and picked up the bat. It went limp between her palms, its claws sinking a tight hold on her forearms, not a wild creature at all. It blinked at her, large ears twitching, snout sniffing, strangely cute for such a demented thing.
“Astarion?” she questioned.
The bat tilted its head as if it understood her.
“Aww,” Wyll said, approaching. “And who’s this little guy?” He reached out to stroke a finger along its chin.
The bat reared its head back and sunk its fangs deep into Wyll’s finger. Wyll jerked back with a curse, blood welling from his broken skin. The bat gave a smirk, lips curling back to bare its fangs.
“Yep, that’s Astarion all right,” Gale proclaimed.
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- Part 3 of Of Blood and Poison
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Astarion was perhaps addicted.
His tongue prodded around his mouth, sliding across his teeth, licking at his lips, swiping up every possible drop he may have missed. His fingers shook as he brought them to his chin, searching for any leftover morsel. His hunger was a writhing thing in his belly, spurred on by this luscious, delicious new meal.
Just a taste, that’s all it should have been. A one time thing to make him stronger. Yet he found himself desperate for this not to be the case.
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Or exclusively drinking one person's blood has consequences. Namely, the vampire is a predator after all, as charming as he may be.
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- Part 4 of Of Blood and Poison
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Vixie woke on the beach.
Sand, scalding hot, scraped her palms, wedging between the fabric of her gloves and under her nails. The sun baked her, hot through her worn leathers. The tang of salt and blood was on her lips and in her throat. The light had her squinting, pupils seared.
She stood on shaky legs, having to hold onto the burning wreckage beside her, her mind whirling and body aching, nausea bubbling up from her belly. She caught sight of her patchwork boots, the heel hanging together with a prayer—.
She lurched to a stop, staring downward, blinking twice as her ragtag leather armor remained in place—blurry, yes, but there. Though familiar, its appearance startled her. No, this wasn’t right. She had been wearing Dammon’s leathers, not this ill-fitting set she had stolen off some dead vagabond. She hadn’t worn this since—.
In her head, something writhed.
A scream tore from her throat, loosed into the air, echoing on that ravaged beach, where it had all started.
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Or Tav wakes up back at the beginning.
Or a retelling of the game with my two Tavs, up until Act 3. Orin and the final arc will be a summary chapter at the end.
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- Part 5 of This Wild, Wild Magic
- Part 5 of Of Blood and Poison