“The tailor’s hound” part 6/6
A short story after the events of Baldurs Gate about Athios and Astarion, set in an AU where they both decided to step away from “what they do best” (mostly, at least) to pursue the second thing they do gracefully. Athios is a florist and deals in pigments, perfumes, and rare botanical ingredients made from his own buds. Astarion has his own small tailoring shop, which is in high demand and mysteriously only open at night.
I just want to add that every piece of clothing Athios wears is touched by Astarion's hands first, I can just imagine him being angry as hell seeing the destroyed hems of this robe and grumbling about all the other robes and suits he made for him. What he can't understand (or maybe he does) is that on one hand, Athios doesn't want to mess up the things he made for him, they're like treasures to him. And on the other, we all have a favorite "work" outfit. Let the man go and come back with his mysterious black rags. (They used to be perfectly neat, let me tell you, but Ath loves them to that extent.)
