Prompt/setting: Our drow has taken it upon herself to replenish the party's supplies. However, the party learns a... Unique fact about their companion.
Apparently, Thalassa learns that some manners of her people are not as common as she assumed.
Lae'zel angrily assisted a limping Wyll to a cots set up around the fire pit. Shadowheart's usual scowl was deeper than usual and Gale's inquisitive face lacked the ghost of a smile. Astarion wasn't particularly happy about the blood and grime that painted his outfit either. The sounds of pained groans and curses went around the fire as everyone took a seat.
Lae'zel looked around the camp as she noticed they were short a person.
"Where is the drow?" She asked, though it was more like she demanded an answer from everyone.
Gale answered as he placed the last stick into the fire, feeding 'til it reached his liking, " She went to gather some supplies and game as we have run out of much of our stash, especially after that fight earlier today."
"Of course she has time to do that. After all, she was barely apart of any of the battles today!" Shadowheart spat as she shed some of her armor.
She regretted taking the blunt of Gale's enemies. Shadowheart could barely move her arm without biting a curse. Dislocated shoulder, terrific!
Lae'zel spat a curse of her people at the half elf's words, "A warrior who blames others for their lackings in the blade, how typical of you."
Astarion smiled ruefully at the sight of Shadowheart's nostrils flaring, "You should say that to yourself! Your sword is so poor that I'm beginning to think you're trying to make me a casualty!" She growled back.
Lae'zel tsked.
Wyll knew where this was going, "Alright ladies, let's all just calm-"
Astarion quickly nudged his shoulder, "Hush, monster hunter!" The rogue's smile grew wicked, "You'll ruin the show."
"Like you're one to talk, Astarion! You strayed behind Thalassa as if you were scared to get your lapels wet." Gale jabbed.
The scene still made the him grind his teeth. Both wizards were firing spell after spell while Astarion fired arrows here and there only slipping about a few times to slice away an enemy with his dagger.
"Ah yes, good sir. It was truly unfortunate how I kept saving our wonderful damsels from the distress of having no head. Especially, Lae'zel. Wyll could never do without his Githyanki goddess." Astarion was having too much fun, Wyll sputtered at his words.
"Don't be jealous, Gale. I've been behind all of you before, I just favor Thalassa's view more." He winked, "I'll try to share with you next time. 'Tis only fair." Astarion's dark chuckle was answered with a glare from the male wizard.
"Due care to aim for Lae'zel the next time we come into battle, Astarion. 'Lest I end up with a blade in my chest." Shadowheart spoke, provoking the warrior.
Lae'zel bared her teeth, "Say another word and-"
Shadowheart never let her finish, "What? 'You will slice me from navel to neck'? Or will you 'show me my innards'? Well, I'm waiting." Her eyes narrowed, "How typical of your kind. Always making empty threats and making things difficult. You are just a child throwing a constant tantrum."
Astarion was at the edge of his seat with excitement while the others were scooting farther away from the two women. It was clear that more blood would be spilled before the night was over. Fortunately, before that idea took reality their missing companion announced her returning presence.
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BG3 Astarion fics
FanfictionFollows our lady Thalassa and her experiences with her strange band of misfits. Mainly the happenings between her and a certain pale elf.