where you're way too eager to see Rolan again and everyone can see it [except you two], reader can be read as tav or durge
*spoilers for acts one, two, and a wee bit of act three
“You're sure you saw him leave the same way we did?”
“Yes, I am sure,” Jaheira drones on behind you. You can practically hear the way her eyes roll before she continues in a lighter tone, “I know I am your elder, but I have not encountered memory loss quite yet.”
Astarion's snort reaches your ears before you fully process her jest, and its only when you hear Gale's poorly hidden laugh with a cough that heat starts to swirl in your cheeks.
You hide your embarrassment by looking off to the side vendors, as if you were actually interested in… another trap disarm kit. To your ninety nine. “Sorry,” you mutter before clearing your throat, “Just… I'm worried. You can't blame me for that, they weren’t even at Moonrise for Ketheric.”
“They?” Shadowheart echoes from behind you, voice hitching up in the beginnings of a chuckle.
Your stride falters as you toss a look over your shoulder at her, “Rolan, Cal, and Lia? The siblings from the Grove.”
“No, I know,” she counters, smile sharpening. You barely catch her eyes flicking to the side (was that Karlach chuckling?), “It simply seems… that you might hold more care for one sibling in particular.”
That makes your pulse spike. There's no way she would know about your nonexistent affections— they were nonexistent. “What do you mean?” you ask, eyebrows furrowing, “I hope they're all okay. I don't hold any ill will towards them.”
“That’s... not what I meant,” Shadowheart replies, “But whatever you say.”
“What? What did you—?”
“Take me to Lorroakan, you useless tin can!”
Your attention switches to the arrogant and, unfortunately, familiar Aradin, currently yelling at the magic armor greeting him.
“Aradin,” you call out, trotting up beside him.
“What?!” he exclaims, whipping around to face you. The anger on his face falters momentarily as he processes you, and only then does his anger return twofold. “Gods, it’s you. That prick from the Grove.”
“One and only,” you retort dryly, “Why are you yelling at this magic armor?”
“Useless tin bucket won’t tell me how to get to Lorroakan!” he grits out, flinging his arm out in exasperation, “My men died looking for that damned Nightsong. Said it’d be easy, he did. Failed to mention it was guarded in a temple of Shar underneath a godsdamned goblin camp!”
You only hum in reply, attention already fading to glance around the entrance. His voice drones in the background until you feel a hand clasp your shoulder, his face suddenly much closer than before.
“—you, I’d still get my cut. Since I was the one who told you ‘bout it,” his scowl twists into a grin.
There’s a heat that suddenly warms your backside, and as quickly as Aradin’s hand landed on your shoulder, it’s off. Judging on how Aradin’s grin twitches and his eyes flick behind you, you’re sure Karlach had stepped forward.
“What? Hells no,” you scoff, “I’m not turning her in for money.”
“Her?” Aradin repeats, eyebrows furrowing, “Nightsong’s a her? Gods, had I known that I’d’ve charged the bastard more. Kidnapping is more expensive than stealing.”
“She’d rip you apart if you tried.”
“Would she, now?” that infuriating grin is back, “Where’d you say she was, mate?”
“She’s at our camp. She’d love to meet you,” you give a clearly forced smile, “Her favorite hobby is killing men who want to control her.”
“Better keep her locked up tight, then,” he nearly laughs, starting to walk past you.
Another surge of anger runs through you at his flippant comment, his arrogant smirk, the way he treated Aylin like an object just like everyone else had… You let your shoulder slam into his as he passes by, jaw tightening as he lets out a grunt at the impact. You bite down on your lower lip as you hear his body thud against the stone floor, struggling to resist the grin threatening to spread across your face.
“Hey! You piece of—!”
“Rolan?” you cut him off once more, though this time out of surprise of the man in front of you.
Behind the desk, shoulders hunched— gods, were those bruises on his face? The excitement you feel bubbling up in your chest is commandeered by worry, a twinge of anger sparking low as you spy one of the bruises seems remarkably fresh.
“You!” you nearly miss how his face lights up once he processes your presence, “What are you doing here?”
Your mind blanks as you take in he way his shoulders seem to spring upwards at the sight of you, how his previously sunken eyes seem to brighten. Had they always glimmered such a vibrant shade of gold, or was it the flames bursting from the elemental behind you that accentuated the warm hues?
His hair, usually so neatly pinned up, now had loose strands he kept swept messily behind his horns, leaving shorter locks framing his face. Gods, you swear you could even count his freckles from here if he wasn't bruised—
"What happened to your face?" you blurt out as the thought strikes you again, though the words bring a sour tang to your tongue, "I mean— bruises, it— it looks like you have those."
The sudden drop in his expression stings far more than the snickers you hear from your companions behind you (“Aw, leave 'em alone, they're trying!” is heard from Karlach, who sounds suspiciously shaky.). Scrambling, you shake your head violently back and forth, eliciting a now concerned noise from Rolan, "I meant that your face looks bruised and I'm asking what happened."
"…Right," Rolan nods slowly after a moment before clearing his throat, “Well, it’s nothing of your concern. Now, what can I help you with?”
“Are you sure? It doesn’t seem like—“
“Ah, Rolan! I didn’t expect to see you here,” Gale’s bright voice meets your ears as he bounds up beside you, grin wide and friendly, “That’s right, you have an apprenticeship with Lorroakan, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do,” Rolan replies easily, though you catch the way he shuffles at the mention of his master, “What brings you to Sorcererous Sundries?”
“Well, currently, we’re looking for a book on the Crown of Karsus.”
“And the Nightsong,” you chime in.
“Yes, of course, that too.”
“Gods, you’re here for the Nightsong, too? It’s all I ever hear about these days,” Rolan rolls his eyes with the drawl, gesturing vaguely to the pamphlets beside him, “Go ahead, take a pamphlet.”
“We already have the Nightsong,” you continue, “She’s in our camp.”
“She? You must be mistaken,” Rolan chuckles, shaking his head, “The Nightsong is an ancient relic— or so Master Lorroakan tells me…” He glances off to the side as he trails off, pondering, before he’s back to you, “…But if you really do think you have information on the Nightsong, go see Master Lorroakan. He’ll want to know about it.”
“And of Karsus?” Gale pipes up.
“For that,” Rolan swivels behind the desk, motioning his hand behind him towards another desk surrounded by books, “I’m afraid you’ll have to talk to Tolna, our tome-manager.”
Gale perks up at the sight of said Tolna surrounded by books, already bouncing off to the desk, your companions in tow. You start after them, but stop at Rolan’s voice.
“Wait!” Rolan calls and you pause, turning back to face him. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before he continues, eyes flicking around the space as if searching for something, “…Be sure the information you have on the Nightsong is accurate. Master Lorroakan can be… strict.”
“Strict?” you echo, brows furrowing as you take a step closer, dread pooling in your stomach, “Strict how?”
Rolan pauses, and you can just barely see the way he tenses, eyebrows pinching. “I— I simply meant—“
“Is that true, books?! Are you sensitive?!”
You barely process Astarion’s faraway shout before a massive BOOM shakes the shop, lights flashing alongside the sudden blinding light from behind you. Astarion’s guffaw draws you towards him, already spinning around to assess the damage… your companions are all covered in soot— gods, is that a lock of Shadowheart’s hair smoking? And Tolna looks… okay, you should go make peace before you’re banned for life.
“Gods, I have to go,” you mumble, giving a quick wave to Rolan before rushing across the store to the (singed and way too happy) Astarion, leaving Rolan gazing after your form before another customer approaches him.
“Welcome to Sorcerous Sundries. How can I help you?”
Unless it’s too much work it would be really nice with an updated masterlist of all the fics you’ve published. I noticed that the old one hasn’t been updated in a while and I can’t help but to wonder if I’ve missed some of your fics because of it.
Nothing urgent ofc just thought I should put the suggestion out there. Love your work, keep doing what you’re doing!
Ugh anon ur reading my mind… ive been reorganizing this blog + making a theme for it so an updated master list will be coming hopefully soon! I want to reorganize everything tbh LOL so it may take a min but it’ll happen!
i have tattoos. two on my wrists (one's a moth and the other a pretty mushroom), and a thirteen inch tattoo along my back of the phases of the moon.
how would Astarion react to seeing his lover's tattoos? the scared part of my mind feels like he'd be offended, but i'd also like to think that tattoos are a way for me to take control of my own self and feel in control of my own body again, and he'd see that.
so... what's your verdict??
great question anon!! also ur tatts sound so sick omg... ive been wanting to get one lmfao
-When he first meets you he may insult them out of his own frustration. Why do you get to fuck up your body however you want when he can't even stand in the sunlight he longs for? It's unfair.
-Unfair that you get to do what you want. Unfair that you got to choose what was carved into your skin when he-- ah. There's the root.
-The insults die down the longer you travel together and the closer you two become. As he starts to realize that he can take himself back (and when he realizes that you respect him-- when was the last time he'd felt that?) he sees your tattoos as less of a slight against him and more of a... possibility?
-After a while, you'll instead catch him studying your tattoos when he thinks you aren't looking. This is when the change between insulting your tattoos to complimenting them begins.
-Once past his own frustrations, Astarion would be very supportive! We've seen him when you get Loviatar's blessing- this guy is all for pain and reward (though mostly the pain)!
-He will 100% force you to take him with you to your next tattoo session just to watch and cheer. Wince for him, would you? It's terribly boring watching someone get drawn on, throw him a bone!
-(Nevermind the fact that he was the one who insisted on coming along, but who is Astarion if not dramatic?)
-As much as he supports your decision and regularly tells you how utterly delectable your inked skin looks ("Gods, your skin practically glows in the moonlight, dear... Might I have a nibble? Just to see if it tastes as delicious as you look, of course."), a part of him still feels... bitter.
-He'll feel a bit bittersweet about it if it's a sentimental tattoo you've gotten, but even moreso if it was an impulse or fun decision.
-A part of him will always long to decorate his own body to his own wants- to finally get what he likes on himself. He wants the choice to fuck up his own body if he wants to.
-...He isn't ready for that quite yet, though. Tattoos remind him too much of the runes already on his back- particularly the pain aspect. He's heard you describe the sensation and isn't keen to try it out just yet.
-Don't be fooled, this doesn't mean he won't let you draw up some designs for him. In fact-- he'll demand you to draw a picture of some ideas for him- he must see what you've thought up for him! What do you think would decor him well?! Make him even more beautiful?
Oh, you must show him!
-If you offer to actually tattoo him he'll wave you off playfully with a comment on "my skin is flawless already-- why tarnish it?" or a "darling, you wound me... here I thought you loved me for me"
-Not yet, it seems. But one day, you're both sure, he'll take you up on it.
-He already lives out his dreams of living in the sunlight through you- and his dreams of being a hero, being publicly adored, powerful... why shouldn't he live out this part of himself through you, too?
-At least until he's ready for his own tattoo. Which, based on how he's been eying your ink for the past week and rubbing his own wrist, seems sooner than you think.
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