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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Astarion/Tav (Baldur's Gate), Astarion & Tav (Baldur's Gate), Astarion (Baldur's Gate)/Original Non-Binary Character(s), Astarion (Baldur's Gate)/Original Character(s), Astarion/Charname (Baldur's Gate), Alfira & Tav (Baldur's Gate), Alfira/Lakrissa (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate), Karlach (Baldur's Gate), Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate), Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate), Halsin (Baldur's Gate), Lae'zel (Baldur's Gate), Alfira (Baldur's Gate), Jaheira (Baldur's Gate), Lakrissa (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Nonbinary Tav (Baldur's Gate), Unnamed Tav (Baldur's Gate), Bard Tav (Baldur's Gate), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Weaving, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Banter, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Eventual Romance, Character Study, Vampires, Eventual Smut, Developing Relationship, Vampire Spawn Astarion (Baldur's Gate), POV Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Traumatized Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Traumatized Tav (Baldur's Gate), Half-Elf Tav (Baldur's Gate) Summary:
"I thought vampires didn’t get sick. There’s not a lot we can do for you if you have a cold.”
Astarion huffed. “You’re infuriating.”
“Who, me?” Tav’s shit eating grin disappeared as quickly as it came. “I heard this colorway disappeared. It’s a faded enchantment, isn’t it? The velvet’s held up better than I expected - short pile is easier to keep clean and you’ve brushed it out.”
“My clothes? Is that what you’ve been looking at this whole time?”
“I’ve never seen clothes that are a hundred years old, much less fifty. They’re fascinating.” Tav turned their attention to the silk. “This is original. I thought it might be. You’ve kept it out of the sun and fine spun silk lasts for centuries. Might be as old as you, depending on when the clothes were made.”
Despite himself, he sat down. “How do you know all of this?”
“Easy. I’m a weaver by choice and a bard by circumstance." -------------------------------------------------------- Astarion is interrupted by Tav one morning at camp and, after a bargain is made, discovers that after two hundred years, he is not immune to falling for his own con.













