First Sight
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Miasma’s (and technically Astarion’s) initial reaction to meeting Korg.
Context: Miasma and Astarion are already a thing here (we’re not following strictly canon gang, this is purely for MAs lore and yes Mastarion will work on all the kinks and trust issues ultimately deepening their bond k, cool, on with the tale!) after very quickly crashing into a physical relationship and becoming rather possessive of each other. The meeting of their Orc takes place Act 1 at the crashed pod under the bridge before reaching Blighted Village…
Are they there yet? Gods, this is awful. So much walking, all day long they walk and then talk to some poor fool who thinks that she and her rag tag of travelling companions can help them. What about her screams approachable? Seriously, she would like to know!
Ofcourse she’s charming, near down right affable but doesn’t think she’s the heroic type. Atleast she thinks she isn’t. This blasted tadpole and the black whole that is her mind.
And then they walk again. Stumbling around trying to find a cure for the little critter sitting snug in their heads. The only good thing to come from this little disaster was finding her fallen star. Gods what a lovely little thing, so passionate, so ruthless, so needy.
She senses him now, walking beside her, turning his head to give her a devilish smirk as if he knew her thoughts had strayed to him. Handsome bastard. The urge to push him against a tree and sink to her knees-…
“What’s that?”
Miasmas pulled from her musing’s at Shadowhearts question. What the hells. Another pod, sitting amongst singed bushes, the glass smashed through, whatever was in there is loose…
“Careful, we may have another Mindflayer on our hands.”
She turns to Astarion at his comment, he returns her gaze. A fierceness in his scarlet eyes, I’ll cover your back and you cover mine. Miasma nods reaching and resting her hands on the hilts of her daggers. They stay back as Shadow heart moves to investigate.
A tense moment passes, the pale Drow and Elf poised ready to move quickly.
“It’s alright!” Shadowhearts shout reaches them “it’s not a MindFlayer!”
“I should bloody hope not.”
That’s a new voice. Miasma moves a few steps forward gaining access to the sight that Shadowheart came across. A Half-Orc. Crouched in front of the pod, injured? No, he’s stand up.
And up and up and oh, isn’t he a tall thing. He tower over Shadow where he’s now engaging in an animated conversation. Her staring is broken by Astarion.
“Well aren’t you smitten.” She turns to glare at his smug face. Stupid.
“As if you didn’t immediately think of climbing him like a tree.” She snaps back, smirking at his sputter. They’re honestly of one mind at this point. Of course he was thinking that because so was she.
“Well” he drawls, turning back to the newcomer flappy his arms about reciting some tale of other. “He is rather dashing for an Orc. Of course not as dashing as myself.” He looks back to her, a false arrogance she hears in his tone as well as some doubt she see bleeding into his eyes.
“Of course not Darling, you’ll will always be my first.” Choice? Certainly. Love? Obsession? Well who knows, not her. Stupid abyss for a memory.
Astarion seems to settle a bit at her words. “But still, we never addressed the whole…” he uses a hand to gesture between the two of them. “And possible other partners. Ofcourse you know I’m terribly content with you my Darling but I can’t help but think…”
“How fortunate it is that we seem to be of the same brain wave? And how fortuitous we are to have this gift practically dropped into our laps? Darling I couldn’t agree more!” She turns a heated gaze back to the Orc that has finally noticed her and her Star, he says something to Shadowheart and starts to make his way over towards them.
“He would make a perfect addition..” she smiles as he comes to a stop infront of them. Up close he’s even more handsome. Tall dark and handsome and my aren’t those some tusks…
“Hello, I was just introducing to your friend over, explaining the whole ordeal with the pod. Anyway, I’m Korgahk, or Korg if you like.” He smiles at them, nervously crossing his arms over his chest, emphasising his bulging biceps and thick forearms.
“Well aren’t you sweet, I’m Miasma and this is Asatrion” She smiles, laying her hand on Astarion’s arm.
“Pleasure.”
“Oh…” A small sultry smile ticks up the corner of her mouth. “It will be.”