Euphoria
POV: Wander
Word Count: 2,235
Summary: In the year since the battle with the Netherbrain and the fall of the Cult of the Absolute, Wander’s life has settled into a steady routine of adventuring and searching for a solution to the problem of Karlach’s engine. While this hasn’t left them with much ability or incentive to focus on their own needs, that doesn’t mean that their friends have forgotten about them. Wander’s dysphoria is no secret, especially to those closest to them, but with a little bit of help, they might finally be rid of it for good.
Author’s Note: This is technically a very belated pride fic that I started back in June and had intended to post by the end of the month, but unfortunately life and other projects got in the way (as they tend to do). Still, it’s one that was very important for me to take my time on and make sure that I got it right, since it’s both a very important part of Wander’s character arc and a personally cathartic subject matter for me. I’m really glad to finally share something about this part of Wander’s story, especially since I’ve been trying to stay pretty quiet on a lot of my post-game ideas until I have more of the set-up of Wander’s character and relationships done (although you’ll be able to see hints of my plans for them and Karlach in this). In any case, I hope you all enjoy it.
Euphoria can be read here
Full series is here
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A few minutes later, I hear Gale’s and Tara’s muffled, excited voices from the other room. The door swings open, nearly slamming into the wall, and the pair bustle into the room. Eyes bright, Gale holds up a small glass bottle, round at the base and fluted at the top, hastily stoppered with a cork. The liquid inside is dark and faintly shimmery, catching the light at odd angles like it’s moving on its own.
“I’ve done it,” he says, breathless. “If my measurements are correct, this should be enough to keep the effects of the Polymorph spell localized and make them more lasting.”
“So this will be permanent? I won’t change back?” I ask, my ears perking up.
“It should be, yes. If not, we’ll find out in an hour when the spell would ordinarily wear off,” Gale explains.
“Don’t worry, Saer Greyhorn. Aside from the composition of the elixir, the whole process is quite simple,” Tara purrs. “And Mr. Dekarios and I have done nothing if not perfect it.”
Gale walks over to me and gently sets the bottle in my hands. “I present to you the Elixir of Bodily Transformation.”
