BG3 Astarion fics

Something Doesn't Smell Right

Prompt/setting:  This is a story on how Halsin finds out why Astarion's the only elf who has fangs.

 Something's going on in this camp and Halsin isn't in on it. The word was right there, yet he couldn't grasp it. It was like something was missing.

At first, Halsin thought he was just carrying his usual caution because they were infected with the tadpoles. However, two weeks of in their company has changed that. Especially, when it came to that male elf that had skin as white as the moon.

Something about that character -Astarion, was it?- made his ears ring with high alert. His allies didn't seem to mind him. This mystery also seemed to revolve more around the drow and the high elf. It wasn't surprising nor was it hard to figure out that the two bodies were involved with eachother. He surmised it the morning after the party, when Thalassa approached him. She positively reeked of the high elf, he thought that even a non-druid could smell them.

Be that as it may, there was still something that made Halsin think -no he knew- there was another layer to this relationship, due to the fact that not only did the two reek of each other's satisfaction but Astarion carried the scent of blood, her blood. At the time he thought nothing of it. Perhaps, Thalassa was a maiden before the two disappeared into the trees. After all, it was only a faint trace he picked up from the male. That changed after he smelled it from him again.

The night before last -after everyone had taken their fill of Gale's deer stew- Thalassa walked away with a large basket, announcing that she was going to get some supplies which didn't strike Halsin's caution since the were running low on herbs. What did strike him was how Astarion slipped away just moments after, saying he was going to go wash himself in the waterfall. Lae'zel spat a curse, calling him a hound that hates water. Wyll had brush it all off with a sigh.

"Let's just hope the night spares of it screeching lullaby." He spoke.

Gale chuckled with a grimace, "Yes, I've had enough nightmares of those busybodies to last me a lifetime."

"What? Jealous it isn't you?" Shadowheart jabbed.

Gale scoffed, "Are you kidding?! I'd rather dream of the tadpole than another scene of those two!"

Just after midnight, an entranced drow was carried into camp by a fully satisfied high elf. He gently placed her down on the cot and took the basket full over to the trunk that lay a few yards away from his feet. Halsin watched the elf place their finds in. His breathing stuttered when the scent curled his nose again. Astarion stopped his task and turned his gaze.

"My apologies, friend. I didn't mean to wake you." The elf spoke.

Halsin lay frozen in his sights. The high elf stood to his full height, his lapels sparkled and the leather of his clothing gave a dull shine compared to his white hair and pale skin. What shook him to his core was the gleam in his red eyes.

"It's of no consequence. I haven't slept at all." Halsin responded.

"Ah, I see. Did we make too much noise again? We did try to be more mindful this time." Astarion asked. Though Halsin wasn't sure if he cared for his answer.

"I noticed the screams were quieter than the last. Alas, screams are still just that." He said partially in jest.

Astarion faked a sad sigh, "Nothing gets past those druid ears, does it?"

"It is of no consequence..." Halsin repeated, "However, i can't say the same for Wyll." He remebered the monsterhunter covering his ears before he fell asleep.