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I'm still alive.

I'm sorry I've been gone so long.

I've been dealing with a significant flare up with my chronic illness and I've been in a lot of pain and just beyond fatigued.

Trying my best to get back to a good place.

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Moon Flower - Chapter Seven

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 4,959

Writers Notes: Hey guys <3 Thank you all for being so patient while I navigate my grief over the loss of my childhood friend. It's been a really weird time for me, and I haven't been as creative or willing to write - which is depressing in and of itself. I'm hoping I'll hop back on the saddle sooner rather than later with more frequent postings. But until then, thank you to all those who have supported me, sent a kind word, and offered to be an ear. You're all so amazing.

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"The cherry wine seems to have vanished, that can only mean one thing," Gale chuckled as he sat next to Talice, peering into the contents of her goblet.

"Brooding?" Talice laughed softly, taking a sip of her wine.

"Like a little storm cloud." Gale smiled, his eyes trailing over to her. She certainly seemed more receptive to his probing than she had in the past.

With talks of their inevitable descent into the Underdark come morning, Gale was not surprised to see Talice lose herself in her own thoughts and grow more distant as the night went on.

He took a sip of his brandy as he assessed her demeanor, recalling the time Astarion had assumed Talice hailed from the Underdark. When she was asked about it, she seemed to have little understanding about the connections of the Drow people and the Underdark itself. He wondered just how much had been kept hidden from her all this time.

"Have you been to the Underdark before, Gale?" Talice asked, bringing her knees to her chest as her eyes trailed to the ground.

"No, I haven't. But I have read an abundance of books on the subject at hand, do you have questions?" Gale asked, his tone eager.

Talice paused for a moment, contemplating what she should ask.

"The two Drow I have seen, the dead one in the grove and Minthara. They both had red eyes, is that common among my people?" She asked, her voice hardly a whisper.

"Well, that in itself is a complicated subject.." Gale paused, taking time to consider how he would approach the subject.

"A Drow with red eyes is indicative of a Drow whom is Lolth sworn." He said, studying her expression as her brows began to furrow in confusion.

"Lolth sworn? That woman in the grove - Kagha - she referred to me as Lolth's child." Talice spoke, trying to understand the connection.

Gale wanted to approach the subject lightly, it was growing abundantly clear to him that Talice knew nothing of Drow history or their respective deities and factions. He shifted as he considered how to best explain such a heavy topic without upsetting her, perhaps there was no way around it.

"Lolth, the Queen of Spiders - she is considered the most influential Goddess of your people. Cold, cruel, and calculating, it is said she takes great joy in the suffering of others. She has worked to pit your people against one another for thousands of years. Drow are considered her play-things, she promises great power to those who serve her. The Lolth-sworn carry her divine mark, her red eyes." Gale spoke carefully as he selected his words, gauging Talice's reaction.

Talice had seen the images of Lolth, buried in the back of Minthara's mind the first time they had connected. She took a long swig of her wine as she listened to Gale, trying to absorb every word yet not quite understanding the weight that they carried. Gale seemed hesitant to continue, shifting his weight as he watched Talice's fingers trail the rim of her goblet.

"You can continue, truly. I want to know more." Talice urged him, a soft plea as her eyes flicked to his. She didn't just want to know more, she needed to know more.

"It is said Lolth was once known as Araushnee, whom had three children. Eilistraee, the youngest daughter is the opposing faction to Lolth's rule and her hold on the Drow people. For reasons unknown to us mortals, Araushnee fell from grace and became Lolth." Gale watched her carefully as his words fell upon Talice's ears.

"Eilistraee, the Goddess of redemption, moonlight, beauty, song, dance - and much more. Her worshippers often exiles of Lolth's tyranny, she wishes to lead her people away from the darkness. They are often referred to as Seldarine Drow." Gale had begun to speak with enthusiasm, getting lost in his own words along the way.

Talice couldn't help but watch him as he relaxed into his ramblings, his eyes set on the starry sky above. That familiar heat creeping across her cheeks as she suddenly realized how close they were, how vulnerable she felt in this moment. A mixture of emotions stirred within her, feelings of hope, confusion, longing, as she watched Gale begin to fill in the blanks of her missing pieces.

Gale paused in his ramblings, now suddenly aware of Talice's gaze. A sudden stillness fell before them as they locked eyes, a creeping flush crawling up his neck as his heart began to pound.

"Ehm. S-sorry, I think I was getting carried away there. I didn't mean to overwhelm you," he stuttered.

"You didn't. It's funny," Talice let out a soft giggle.

"What is?" Gale asked, raising an eyebrow.

"When we first met, I had wished everyday for your endless talking to cease. Now, I feel like I could listen to you talk the day away." Her voice was soft, a shy but coy smile pulling at the edges of her lips as she stole another glance in his direction.

"O-oh. Well, I'm certainly glad my charm has managed to shine through." He jested, shifting his weight as his eyes trailed to her lips.

"Something like that," Talice laughed.

Another pause lingered between them for a moment.

"I have to ask, Talice. How is all of this sitting with you?" Gale asked, a bit perplexed as the revelations of her people seemed to have no effect, at least not outright.

"To be honest, I don't quite know yet. I have only ever known what it means to be half High Elf. When I see my reflection, or people refer to me as a Drow - it almost doesn't fit with how I see myself. Truth be told, I don't even know how I see myself. I don't know where I fit in all of this, Lolth-sworn, Seldarine - right now I can't make sense of it." Her eyes trailed away as she spoke, her fingers wondering the grooves of her goblet, realizing this was the first time she had spoken candidly on such matters.

"I don't think I do know myself in any sense of the word, High Elf or otherwise. Before this all started, I hadn't seen my real face in.. well, years, if I had to guess. My father made it clear I would never be good enough as long as I remained a 'repugnant Drow'. I suppose I believed him." She sighed heavily, as if the words themself were releasing a great weight off of her chest.

Gale's hand slowly crawled through the blades of grass, softly interlacing his fingers with hers. There was an ache in his chest as she spoke, a desire to bare her pain and carry it for her. He understood what it meant to not feel good enough under the weight of an oppressive force. To question your worth, your very identity, to feel as though you would never achieve greatness. He opened his mouth to speak several times only to pause, he wanted to comfort her, vow to keep her safe, help her in anyway he could but in this moment words were failing him.

"For what it's worth, its ehm.. it's a very good face. I enjoy u-uhm, looking at it. Good Gods, I-I'm sorry - I'm usually so much better at this." He stammered as he glanced nervously at their laced fingers, his cheeks a hot scarlet hue.

Talice's body was buzzing in response to his touch, the tips of her ears burning. She clung to every word that fell from his lips.

"What I think I-I'm trying to say is.. you are good enough, Talice. You are incredibly brave in the face of adversity, smart, and your heart is kind. You are a force to be reckoned with, all on your own merit." Gale whispered, gazing into her eyes.

A moment of silence lingered between them, the air thick and heavy. A tear rolled down Talice's cheek as she stifled a sob that lodged in the back of her throat, refusing to release it.

"O-oh, Gods - I'm sorry! Did I say something wrong?" Gale gasped, cupping her face in his hand as his thumb worked to wipe away the tear. His mind racing, wondering if he had said something that had hurt her.

Talice let out a soft chuckle as she watched the wizard panic, a deep heat knotting low in her belly as he caressed her face.

"No, you needn't apologize, you didn't say anything wrong at all.." she paused as their eyes locked, her reassurance bringing him a small sense of relief.

Gale's body stiffened as Talice leaned in, his heart beat thumping loudly in his ears as the orb began to flutter to life in a lavender haze - excited by her approach, her warmth.

Her soft lips pressed firmly against his cheek as his body remained frozen and rigid. Talice pulled back slightly, her lips so close to his he could practically taste the tartness of the cherry wine on her breath as she hovered there for a moment.

"Thank you, for being sweet," she whispered.

"O-of course, anytime." Gale spoke quickly as he pulled away, one hand cupping the orb to hide its glow.

Talice sighed, a sense of frustration building within her as Gale had pulled away from the connection yet again. Was it his Goddess that hindered him, or did he just not feel the same? Talice wondered.

Perhaps she didn't even truly know her own feelings? Afterall, it could be a lingering effect of the magic within the weave. She had never been with a man, let alone kissed one - she was no expert when it came to matters of the heart or courting. Perhaps the sudden pining was futile, maybe they were better as friends? Her eyes trailed over to him once again, he looked so uncomfortable.

"Ehm, was there anything else you wished to ask?" Gale questioned as he avoided her gaze, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Nothing comes to mind right now, perhaps another time." She said as she got up, stretching.

"I'll see you in the morning," Talice offered a curt smile before making her way to her tent.

Gale's eyes followed her, a sense of relief and confusion taking hold of him as she departed. The orb was hard to conceal and finally quieted once she left, allowing him some room to breathe. But her demeanor had changed by the end of the conversation, perhaps he had dove into Drow history too quickly and upset her? He mulled the thought over with a sip of brandy. There had been an undeniable tension in the air after she had kissed his cheek. He had wanted to close the gap, to kiss her - but the orb had become too excited at the thought. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a frustrated sigh, he had never been one to choke on his words - so why now? why her?

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"It's.. almost hauntingly beautiful," a breath caught in Talice's throat as she took in the sights around her.

Colossal glowing fungi in various colors stretched as far as she could see, illuminating the darkness that wished to envelope them. Each species of mushroom humming the same tune but carrying a different tone, as if they had their own distinct personalities that separated them from one another. She had never seen anything quite like it. Large crystal formations broke forth from the earth and jutted upwards. The rivers were as black as obsidian gemstones, flowing silently towards a still lake. Talice knelt down, dipping her finger tip in the water - it was colder than ice and offered her no reflection to gawk at. It was hard to believe the dangers the group had warned her of when everything seemed so beautiful and quiet around her. Is this truly where her people came from, having never seen the light of day? What would life have been like for her had she grown up here?

The sense of something watching her from beyond the shadows was the only thing to slowly pull her from her sense of wonder. A slow creeping sense of dread causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand.

"Keep your wits about you, this place is beautiful but incredibly unforgiving," Gale warned the group as they continued to walk.

The air itself was stale and cold, carried on a soft draft that followed them throughout the chasms as they ventured further into the dark.

"Glad to be home?" Astarion jested as he elbowed Talice.

"Absolutely," Talice laughed sarcastically, refusing to acknowledge that she did find a sliver of humor within his words.

"Don't be shy if you find yourself needing a hand to hold, darling. Perhaps we can join the things that go bump in the dark down here." Astarion teased, his eyes flashed with mischief.

Talice's cheeks flushed at his forwardness, especially since it was within ear shot of the rest of the group.

"Astarion!" Talice laughed nervously as she quickened her pace.

"I'm only joking my dear, besides, I'm not interested in virgins. You all get so clingy once the deed is done," he shrugged as he flashed a smile.

Talice's eyes darted away from him, her face a brilliant crimson red that reached the tips of her ears.

"Oh! How delightful, you really are.. aren't you? Of course, it all makes sense now!" He laughed, reveling at the idea.

"Gods, Astarion bite your tongue before I call upon Talos himself to smite you," Talice pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to control the embarrassment that squirmed within her.

"Fine, fine. You're off the hook.. for now." He laughed as he playfully raised both hands as if he were surrendering to her.

"Ahem! This is hardly the time or place to discuss.. such matters," Gale interrupted, his tone a higher pitch than usual.

Talice's gaze was pulled to the side as a shadow darted across the corner of her vision.

"What was that?" she halted, turning to the direction of where she had saw the figure.

"I think we are being followed," Shadowheart whispered, her shoulders tensed as she scanned the darkness.

Talice listened carefully to their surroundings but all she could hear was the low humming of the illuminated fungi and the constant dripping of moisture from stalactites.

"Keep your head on a swivel," Karlach urged as they continued to walk.

Talice could not shake the feeling that someone or something was watching her every step, shrouded by the shadows themselves. Even as they set up camp to rest for the evening, her eyes continued to scan the darkness in an attempt to detect even the slightest hint of movement.

"I'm sure Scratch will alert us if he notices anything, you should take a break and get something to eat," Gale said as he approached, giving Scratch a quick pat on the head as he passed him by.

Talice's eyes remained fixed on the darkness ahead, trying to ignore Gale's presence. It would be easier to cast her feelings aside if she didn't have to look at him.

"You're brooding and I see no wine, shall I fetch you some?" he chuckled as he stood beside her.

She could feel his gaze wash over her, that warm and inviting pull beckoning her to indulge yet she resisted. The feelings and the dynamics of their relationship had grown too complicated, she didn't wish to make sense of them any longer.

"No, thanks." Talice spoke with a flat tone as she wrestled with her feelings.

Gale paused as he studied Talice, she clearly wasn't acting like her usual self.

"Everything alright?" He asked, almost hesitant.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She replied quickly.

"Are you sure? Have I said something to offend y-"

"Maybe I will get some grub, keep watch here will you? Thanks." Talice interrupted, her words quick and controlled as she began to walk towards the fire pit.

Gale stood there in an almost stunned silence. Perhaps she felt on edge in the Underdark after all he had reveled to her and she needed time to process? But why wouldn't she look at him? He folded his arms as he contemplated the matter, a sense of hurt present within him at the idea of her keeping distance.

"Trouble in paradise, wizard?" Astarion smirked as he stood beside Gale.

"I'm not quite sure," Gale said, continuing to ponder.

"You're clearly keen on our friendly Drow companion, why have you not tried to bed her yet?" Astarion clasped his hands behind his back as he swayed with curiosity.

"Gods above, Astarion!" Gale's eyes snapped towards Astarion, his cheeks flushed at the boldness of his question.

"Well?" Astatrion continued to press.

"If you must know I have a bit of class. I would want to do things the right way, maybe with a little pizzazz to woo her. I'm not going to run at her with my trousers around my ankles like you have." Gale's tone was jagged, his eyes narrowed at Astarion.

Astarion let out a sharp laugh as he placed a hand on his chest.

"Please, I certainly have more charm than you give me credit for. The both of you look like a pair of bumbling idiots stepping on one another's feet as you dance around the idea of courtship." Astarion continued to laugh.

"It's a delicate matter that requires a delicate approach!" Gale insisted.

"Perhaps, but I fail to see how moving at a snails pace is beneficial. The both of you seem so.. pent up. Why not take the plunge and live a little?" Astarion asked as he raised an eyebrow.

Gale paused, his gaze trailing over to Talice who sat by the fire.

"The orb, I.. can't." Gale mumbled.

"If I get.. ehm, excited.. the orb could erupt." He trailed off.

Astarion let out a shrill laugh at Gale's admission, teetering on disbelief.

"You're joking!" Astarion gawked at Gale.

"I'm not." Gale assured, his tone flat.

"So it's a proverbial chastity belt of sorts?" Astarion's eyes widened with curiosity.

"Along those lines, I suppose." Gale muttered, his head hung low.

"You poor wretched thing, I can't begin to imagine." Astarion tutted.

Gale rolled his eyes at Astarion's mock concern, growing annoyed.

"Oh come now, don't be so angry my friend. I can keep her warm for you until you solve your.. little issue." Astarion smirked as he poked Gale's chest.

Gale smacked Astarion's hand away with an angry and deliberate swipe.

"She's not a loaf of bread to be passed around at dinner time!" Gale hissed through his teeth.

"Oh? I'm sure I could have just a nibble.." Astarion teased.

"Gods, show her some respect. Are you even truly interested in her?" Gale asked, panic began to rise in his throat as the idea of them together swirled in his mind.

"Not overly, but who knows - I may get bored." Astarion shrugged, indifferent.

"I swear, i will literally incinerate you." Gale seethed.

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With no morning sun to greet them so far below the Earth's surface, Talice awoke feeling groggy and confused. No sky loomed above, no sun hung lazily in the air - only dripping stalactites on a cold rocky surface. As beautiful as she thought the Underdark was, she was already beginning to miss the surface and it's warmth.

The group had found a colony of Myconids, grieving the loss of their young after being attacked by a group of Duergar. Their Sovereign requested their assistance in cleansing the 'rot' that plagued them by the lakes edge. Talice found herself almost entranced by the Myconids, the buzzing of a collective hive mind filling the air with spores around her. They were a curious but peaceful people that she found herself eager to help.

As the group headed away from the Myconid colony, the familiar sensation of being watched tugged at Talice's senses. Her eyes darting across every shadow as they walked, a sense of dread sat low in her belly like a rock.

Talice squinted as she peered into the distance, the outline of a run down village began to emerge from the edges of the darkness. Old, rotting wood fences circled make shift houses. Young sussur bark trees sprang forth from the blackened soil, illuminating the path forward.

"That's far enough, Drow!" an unfamiliar voice called from above on a rickety wooden platform.

Talice's eyes shot up towards the source of the voice. A young female Drow peered down at her, bow and arrow drawn with shaking hands. She paused a moment as she studied Talice through narrowed eyes, paying little attention to the others within the group.

"Stay there, keep your hands off your weapons!" The stranger demanded as she gestured for someone to approach.

Talice stood frozen, her heart thumping loudly in her chest at the sight of the other Drow. Her mind quickly going over what Gale had taught her a few days prior. Were they Lolth sworn, or Seldarine? She wondered. The Drow above her was too far away to assess the color of her eyes to make any kind of conclusion.

A shabby old gate opened slowly, creaking loudly as it did. Two figures emerged from behind it, a short, older woman and a tall slender man - both of Drow descent.

They approached Talice and her companions with caution, their stride slow and careful.

Talice's heart continued to thrum loudly, the beat now nestling in her ears as she began to shake.

"You're no child of Lolth," the older woman spoke, coming to a halt a few feet away. Her body seemed to relax as she peered into Talice's eyes.

"I have never laid eyes on you before, are you a surface dweller?" The woman raised an eyebrow as she waved her hand at the archer above, causing her to stand down.

"Yes, ma'am." Talice muttered nervously, shifting her weight between the soles of her feet as she continued to shake.

"You needn't call me ma'am, no need to stand on formality here. You may call me Veldrinne, this is Zyroth." The woman spoke softly, sensing Talice's apprehension as she gestured to the tall man that stood next to her.

"And you are?" Veldrinne asked.

"Talice. Nice to.. meet you?" Talice's voice quivered nervously as she reluctantly reached out her hand to meet Veldrinne's.

"You carry the eyes of a Seldarine, free of Lolth's tyranny. You walk among friends here, child. You needn't have fear of us. My Goddess, Eilistraee, welcomes you to our enclave with open arms. You may find respite here if you so choose, that goes for your friends as well." Veldrinne smiled warmly, her glowing purple eyes full of curiosity as she gazed up at Talice.

A sense of relief and confusion washed over Talice as Veldrinne spoke, her smile was warm and her words kind. She was a much older Drow, her face weathered by the passage of time. Short, jagged strands of white hair curled around her pointed ears, her robes old and tattered clad with the symbol of a dancing woman wielding a sword before a full moon.

"Thank you, we appreciate your hospitality," Talice smiled softly, suddenly feeling overwhelmed as her gaze drifted between Veldrinne and Zyroth.

"Please, allow us to show you around the village. Are you in need of shelter?" Zyroth asked, as he ushered the group through the gate.

"That would be most appreciated, you are too kind," Shadowheart smiled, pleased with the offer.

Talice followed behind Veldrinne and Zyroth, almost dazed as she walked down the stone path. Curious eyes peeked behind corners and windows as the group continued to walk, hushed whispers shared between the Drow inhabitants echoed softly against stone.

There were small gardens with jet black soil that grew various glowing fungi and roots. A small herd of Deep Rothe cattle that appeared almost sickly grazed lazily behind a make shift fence. The houses were small and shack like in quality, built with splintering scrap planks and rusty nails. Talice wondered how this village came to be, were all these people seeking refuge from Lolth's rule?

A small boy peered at them from behind a fence, his eyes brimming with curiosity as he gazed upon the group. Had he never seen surface dwelling races before? Talice wondered.

The air around the village was damp, the smell of freshly tilled soil earthy and strong lingered within the soft breeze.

"We grow and harvest what we can, some of us scavenge beyond the walls of the village if we find ourselves in dire need." Veldrinne spoke as she passed by the small gardens.

"We have built a simple life for ourselves here, free of Lolth's slavery. But it does come with hardship.." Veldrinne trailed off.

An incline with stone stairs that were riddled with cracks lead up to a small stone temple, a tiny graveyard attached to its side. A beautiful stone statue of a slender woman wielding a sword with long flowing hair stood firm at the center of the graveyard. Talice could not avert her gaze from the stone woman's, was this Eilistraee? She thought.

"That is where we give praise and offerings to our divine Lady, Eilistraee. Do you worship her as well, Talice?" Veldrinne turned to face her for a moment.

"O-oh. Um, no - my patron God is Talos." Talice mumbled, almost embarrassed to acknowledge the stark difference between them.

"Most interesting, that's not something you hear every day." Veldrinne chuckled as she continued to walk. Talice shifted uncomfortably, as if Talos's eyes were upon her once again, casting down judgment.

"We have a mess hall where you can eat, and this cabin is vacant - you are more than welcome to utilize it." Zyroth smiled softly as he gestured to the shack. It was old and worn down, but spacious enough to accommodate the groups numbers.

"That is incredibly kind of you all, thank you, truly." Gale piped up, Talice seemed to be in a state of shock as she continued to take in her surroundings.

It was a vastly different life compared to her experiences on the surface. It was her who felt foreign amongst those in the village, despite their similarities in appearance. Talice had no memories of her mother, but she liked to imagine that maybe she lived in a village just like this. Perhaps her mother even worshipped Eilistraee? Her father had taken Talice before she was even a year old, duty bound by Talos to teach her to wield his divine magic and submit to his will. She didn't even know her name.

"How about you lot get washed up, dinner will be ready shortly. It's not often we get visitors - at least not friendly ones." Veldrinne beamed at the idea as she spoke.

"That sounds great, thank you." Talice said, a soft smile pulling at the corner of her lips.

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The interior of the cabin was chilly and drab, the smell of rotting wood pungent and undeniable. It was certainly spacious enough to house them all comfortably, mostly due to the lack of furnishings. There were a few cots made with scrap planks of wood and tarnished linen fabric that smelt of mothballs. In the center of the cabin sat an aged hearth with a rusty pot and ladle filled with cob webs, it had been a lifetime since the hearth was last disturbed.

Zyroth was kind enough to bring them a bucket of water from the well and some firewood, seemingly unfazed by the state of the cabin.

"Gods, this is just depressing," Astarion groaned.

"Could be worse, we could be in Avernus - I don't mind the cold. Besides, these people don't have much and they were still kind enough to house us." Karlach shrugged.

Talice's eyes trailed around the interior, her heart heavy as she considered how these people struggled just to get by. Why didn't they travel to the surface to start a new life? What kept them rooted in this village? She couldn't help but wonder.

Gale ignited some wood and tossed it in the hearth, the crackling flame chasing away the cold that nipped eagerly at their skin.

"This must be a lot for you, Talice." Shadowheart spoke in a low tone as she prepared some water to boil.

"Yeah.. I'm struggling to find the words to describe how I feel." She said, leaning closer to the fire to embrace its warmth.

"The night is young, I'm sure you'll find your footing." Shadowheart smiled softly.

"I hope so," Talice chuckled nervously, her eyes trailing over to Gale who was watching her intently.

"I think you're doing remarkably well, for what it's worth." Gale added.

"Thanks, I appreciate that." Talice spoke flatly as she turned her attention away from Gale to the now boiling water. His words were sweet and reassuring, but she was tired of trying to understand if they were rooted in something more than friendship. Still, she could feel his gaze on her skin and it made her shudder.

Gale's brows furrowed slightly at her reaction, why was she acting so closed off towards him? So reserved? Now was not the time to press the issue, that would have to come later, he thought. His eyes lingered on her for a moment, the soft orange glow of the fire illuminating her before him. She was so beautiful, he wanted nothing more than to tell her that. Perhaps Astarion had been right, he had been moving at a snails pace since he felt the first flicker of desire for her. He chewed on his bottom lip as he considered how he would approach the subject, a nervous tremble shooting up his spine.

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Hey guys!

I'll be posting chapter 7 of Moon Flower in the next few days once I go through and edit it. I'm still not "back" fully, but wanted to let yall know I'm alive and working on it.

Love you all.

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An update.

Hey guys.

I was working on some stuff to post, but I've just found out a life long friend (and first kiss) committed suicide. I'm gonna need some time to take a step back, process my grief, and heal.

I hope you all understand.

Thank you.

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Hey guys!

Chapter six of Moon Flower is now up! Sorry for the day delay. I also wanted to come on here and provide you guys with a quick heads up.

While I am still actively working on both the Gale x You series as well as Moon Flower, I don't want to end up burning myself out by giving myself strict deadlines.

I know it's been a few weeks since the last installment of the Gale x You series - and I don't know when I will finish and post the next part. Being chronically ill means I have to really limit myself and take things slow, so I appreciate your patience and understanding.

I'm glad you all are here, and that you've enjoyed the content I have provided thus far. I just have to do it at my own pace to ensure it's the quality I strive to provide.

<3

Love you all

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Moon Flower - Chapter Six

Warnings: Angst, religious trauma, awkwardness

Word Count: 2,385

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Talice peered over the ledge of the steep decline, inspecting her surroundings. Giant mountains protruded from the earth, piercing the very skies themselves. A broken cobblestone path led down towards a forgotten, dilapidated temple, twisting and winding within the sharp edges of the mountain's face.

There was a quiet serenity to these lands, a place of long lost worship. Broken statues of the mighty God, Lathander, covered in moss and curling ivy present on the path's every turn below. Corroded plates inscribed with prayer hardly legible from time's cruel touch. The sun dipped behind the mountains as the colors faded from orange and pinks to deep hues of purples and blues. Stars beginning to shine through the vast darkness that now blanketed the sky.

A quiet reverence stirred within Talice, yet, the sensation of being watched - being judged, reverberated deeply within her bones, cast by the hand of an oppressive force.

The night breeze cascaded down the mountain peaks and enveloped her in a chilling embrace. The wind itself seemed to carry whispers that she could not quite understand. She shivered as the cold nipped at her exposed skin, gradually making her way to the fire where her comrades sat to warm herself.

Gale carefully handed her a steaming mug of bone broth and a bread roll, making sure to not let his gaze linger with hers for long.

"Thank you, Gale." She smiled softly as she sat, dunking her roll into the broth and taking a bite. Gale was an accomplished cook, even managing to make a simple broth taste divine with a mixture of complex flavors. Far better than what Talice would be able to accomplish, she would surely end up burning the water.

Conversation flowed between different subjects amongst the group, the tieflings from the grove, the githyanki creche, what they would do when they were rid of their parasites.

Lae'zel locked eyes with Talice, her gaze intent and focused as she spoke.

"You have proven yourself a strong ally, much to my surprise. At first, I found you dull, bordering on bland, even." She said.

"I anticipate a compliment is coming?" Talice laughed, her eyebrow raised with interest.

"I do not pay compliments, I merely speak the truth of what it is I see." Lae'zel barked, rolling her eyes.

"What I'm trying to say is, you've earned my respect - and more still, my yearning." Lae'zel's gaze was unwavering, intent.

"Are you coming onto me?" Talice choked in surprise at Lae'zel's words.

Gale began to choke on his brandy, turning away from the group to cough and catch his breath.

"Well, this is a delightful turn of events! Am I allowed to watch?" Astarion quipped, leaning closer with widened eyes.

"I speak plainly, as I always do," Lae'zel stated, ignoring Astarion's playful jabs, her sole focus on Talice.

Talice began to shift uncomfortably, a nervous giggle escaping her as she glanced around the fire.

"I wish to know you, taste you. Do you feel the same?" Lae'zel questioned, leaning forward with a raised brow.

Gale began to cough again, adjusting the collar of his robe as he glanced at Talice nervously. Karlach was struggling to hide her laughter behind her mug of ale, Shadowheart's jaw hung open in disbelief.

"U-uh, sorry Lae'zel, I - uhm. We're just friends, right?" Talice stumbled on her words as she tried to navigate through her thoughts.

"Shall I fetch some candles to set the mood? Perhaps some oil?" Astarion continued, rubbing his hands together.

"I see strength within you Talice, and find myself wondering what more you have to offer. A shame you don't feel the same, one day soon you will wonder how my lips tasted against yours." Lae'zel sighed, getting up to walk towards her tent.

Talice glanced around in pure confusion.

"Well, that was certainly... something." Wyll began to laugh in the background.

"I cannot believe she just said that - in front of all of us!" Shadowheart shook her head, stifling a surprised giggle.

"Talice, darling - first me, then Lae'zel? You really have no sense of fun!" Astarion tutted, his eyes narrow.

A creeping heat crawled towards Talice's cheeks as she shifted.

"Wait - you and Lae'zel?" Gale asked, his tone higher than normal.

"Well yes, I asked Talice at the grove party, she just needs some more coaxing," Astarion teased as he flashed a wicked smile.

"What? - I, uh. No, I - Gods." Talice cupped her face into her hands as she stumbled over her words.

"Look at you, sister! Seems like you've got plenty of options, you're certainly making waves!" Karlach's laugh roared over the fire.

Shadowheart glanced towards Gale, a cheeky grin pulling at her lips as they locked eyes. Gale quickly looked away, embarrassed.

"Well! I think now is a great time to get some sleep - seems we are all... distracted, by other matters. We will need our wits about us come morning." Gale clasped his hands together firmly, trying to change the subject as he chuckled nervously.

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The old temple must have been a marvel in it's early days, now a husk of it's former self. Old stained glass windows slick with dust and broken. Time had burrowed holes in its cement foundation, wandering vines of ivy filling in the cracks as nature reclaimed it's space. A once towering testament to the Morning Lord where masses would gather to pray in his name, nearly a pile of forgotten rubble.

Talice stared up at a towering stone depiction of Lathander at the entrance of the temple, his hand reaching towards the sun. She felt a sense of guilt as she looked around the ruins, unsure as to why. Lathander was strikingly different to Talos, a God of healing, dawn, birth and renewal. Talos craved chaos and destruction where Lathander sought peace.

Talos had been a part of her from the moment she was conceived, his power woven into the very fabric of her being and subsequent magic. She had never once questioned Talos's will, nor had she thought on their moral alignment and how greatly it differed. But as she gazed upon the Morning Lord's stone image, she felt conflicted. Fate had taken her from under the thumb of her father, and for the first time she had a moment to consider something other than Talos's teachings. All she had searched for since the day the nautiloid had crashed on that beach was for peace and healing, and all she had come across was chaos. She felt as if she were lost in the whirlpool of an unforgiving sea, desperately searching for a scrap of driftwood to cling to.

A thick, oppressive air hung around her - like the snap of a leash around her neck, she was pulled from her thoughts. Beams of light danced off of stained glass windows and shimmered as a jealous presence worked to avert her gaze, to submit to the guilt she now felt. The light danced before her, yet she could not bring her hand to touch it.

"We can get in through here," Shadowheart pointed to the broken stained glass that would lead them inside the temple.

A sense of dread gripped Talice's heart, as she followed her comrades. She felt as though she was being watched - judged, as she entered within the walls of lost worship.

As they traveled through the once hallowed halls it grew increasingly clear to them that it was the githyanki's who had taken siege of this place. Old, worn skeletons clad in robes with Lathander's markings a common sight as they passed through. A once beautiful tapestry depicting Lathander clung to the old stone walls, its colors faded by the passage of time, holes obscuring the image. Talice reached up to inspect the fabric as a sudden jolt of electric pain coursed through her hand, causing her to yelp and jump back.

"Talice, are you okay?" Gale asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Y-yeah, sorry - I'm fine," Talice nodded, avoiding Gale's brown eyes. She rubbed her hand that continued to tingle.

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"That certainly could have gone better," Talice sighed heavily as she dropped some wood by the fire, dusting off her hands.

"Indeed it could have," Gale nodded, dunking the ladle in the cauldron, carefully mixing the stew.

Talice's gaze trailed over to Lae'zel who was sitting by her tent, lost in thought.

"I -.. I feel bad for her. She was so sure of her people, so sure about the purification. She looks so.. lost now." Talice folded her arms.

"Forsaken by her queen and her people, it will be a tough road ahead for her." Gale sighed.

"Is your hand feeling better?" He asked with a concerned yet nervous tone.

"It is, thank you for tending to it." She smiled softly, her cheeks beginning to flush as she looked down at her feet. Her fingertips still tingled, but the electric pain that coursed through her hand had ceased.

"Of course, happy to help." Gale smiled, his eyes flicked from the cauldron to her gaze.

There was a pause between them, and Talice felt that familiar connection tug at her just as it had in the weave. A pull towards his wit, charm, and caring heart that she could not deny. She wrestled with the feeling as it continued to bubble deep within her.

"Maybe one day you can teach me how to make this," Talice broke the silence as she glanced at the bubbling cauldron.

"Oh? I never took you for someone who had an interest in cooking," he teased.

"I never really did until recently," she admitted, her face growing hotter as she struggled to look at him.

"Any particular reason for the sudden interest in the culinary arts?" Gale continued to stir the stew as it thickened and bubbled.

"Well, I love your cooking, truly, and perhaps you deserve a night off every now and again." She said, softly placing a hand on his arm.

Gale's body stiffened under her touch. His heart began to thump loudly in his ears as he looked at her, transfixed by the way her turquoise eyes shimmered in the light of the fire.

"Freckles," he muttered out loud without thinking.

"Freckles?" Talice laughed, raising an eyebrow.

"Y-yes, your freckles.. they look like stars. I, ehm.. I hadn't noticed before." He blushed at his own admission.

"Do they?" she raised a hand to her cheek with a soft smile, the heat of her face reaching to the very tips of her pointed ears.

Gale's eyes trailed back to the stew as he began to stir more rapidly, embarrassed that had even managed to slip from his tongue.

"Well, I would certainly be happy to teach you whenever you'd like - get a bowl, it's ready now." He said as a shy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Grubs up, everyone!" Karlach yelled as she rushed to help herself.

Everyone but Lae'zel lined up for dinner. Talice glanced over at her and noticed she had hardly moved. Filling a wooden bowl, she made her way to Lae'zel, assessing her as she approached.

"Lae'zel? I brought you something to eat," Talice spoke softly as she extended her arm towards her.

Lae'zel smacked the bowl from her hand, her teeth grating as her eyes locked onto Talice, her gaze full of anger.

"Do not tend to me like I am some sickly child, I do not require your sympathy," Lae'zel barked through bared teeth.

Talice pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled deeply.

"I wasn't here to give you sympathy, I was here to give you food. I was here to be a companion if needed." Talice insisted as she began to clean up the mess laid at her feet, a slight frustration brewing within her.

"Shall we braid each other's hair? Sing songs of our friendship?" Lae'zel scoffed, her eyes narrowed.

Talice sat down across from Lae'zel after she had disposed of the mess. She understood what Lae'zel was doing. Keeping people at arm's length, feigning disdain and annoyance to mask how lost she felt. She had done it so many times herself.

Lae'zel shifted her weight as Talice remained silent, her discomfort increasing with every second that passed.

"What?" Lae'zel hissed, breaking the silence between them. Talice shrugged, a faint smile pulling at her lips.

"I guess I had never noticed just how similar both of us could be." Talice let out a soft laugh as she considered her words.

"We are nothing alike, istik," Lae'zel seethed, almost lunging forward in anger before stopping herself.

"Of course we share many differences, some incredibly obvious. But I also see we share a similar way of coping. It's almost easier to be angry, to push people away so that they don't view you as weak or incapable." Talice sighed, recalling times where she had done the very same.

"It can be hard to sit with it alone, the weight - it can crush you. But, I'll tell you what I've been told. You needn't carry it alone. Hells, you don't even have to talk about it. I can just sit with you." Talice offered, recalling how Gale and Shadowheart had extended a kind hand to her when she had struggled.

There was a long pause between the two, a quiet understanding beginning to form as Lae'zel's eyes trailed off towards the mountains and the setting sun.

"What good, this stone heart of mine? Just to feel it break.." Lae'zel's voice cracked slightly, she winced as if she were in great pain.

Talice's heart twinged with an understanding sadness at Lae'zel's words. A pillar of strength beginning to crack before her.

Lae'zel's eyes trailed to Talice, her lips parted as if to say something but she remained quiet.

"I know," Talice sighed heavily.

The both of them sat in silence for a long time, occasionally exchanging glances as they began to see each other through new eyes for the first time.

Talice got up to leave when a bright light began to shine, a portal twisting and forming next to them. A familiar face emerged, Kith'rak Voss. Lae'zel stood, arming herself. Her eyes were narrow and sharp as she assessed the gith.

"We have much to speak of," Voss spoke, laying his sword down at his feet as he slowly raised his hands.

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Update ✌️✨️

Hey guys,

I haven't been feeling well the last little while. I should be posted another chapter of Moon Flower tomorrow, though.

Much love ❤️

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Moon Flower - Chapter Five

Warning: Angst, longing, awkwardness

Word Count: 4,850

Writers Notes: Hey all, hope you're having an amazing day! Just wanted to thank all those who have been enjoying Moon Flower thus far as it means a lot to me! I have a lot planned for this fic, so stay tuned!

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"Soldier! Good to see you up and moving!" Karlach beamed with surprise as she watched Talice shuffle towards the campfire.

Talice's movements were stiff and careful as she grabbed herself a bread roll from a basket, offering a faint smile to Karlach.

"Thanks," she replied softly, taking a small bite of the roll, hoping she would be able to stomach it.

"Gods, you were out forever - slept a whole day! Are you feeling better?" Karlach asked, keeping a careful eye on her.

Talice nodded.

"Yeah, thanks to Shadowheart and Halsin I'm definitely on the mend. A bit sore, but I'll be fine," Talice assured her.

Talice placed a hand over the wrapped wound, a slight groan of pain escaped her as she scanned the inner grove.

Gale stood at his tent, an image of a translucent woman floating in the palm of his hand as he was lost in deep thought.

"Mystra?" Talice questioned in a hushed tone as she approached Gale, causing him to jump slightly at her presence.

"Oh - Sorry, you startled me, I was uh - miles away, you see." He shook his hand as he turned to face Talice, the illusion he had cast fading as it's glimmer carried on the nights breeze.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," Talice went to leave, but Gale protested.

"No, no. You aren't interrupting," he took a step forward as he reassured her.

"I suppose I was doing my own brooding," he let out a soft, nervous chuckle.

"Paying tribute to your patron Goddess?" Talice questioned in an almost snarky tone. She had known of Gale and Mystra's relations from previous conversation, unlikely lovers at one time. A twinge of jealously lurched within her, feeling confused at the sudden surge of the emotions creeping presence. She moved a strand of hair from her face as she tried to cast the feeling aside.

"Reflecting, rather. Previous mistakes, the things I must atone for." Gale spoke as he met Talice's eyes, the gentle nights breeze causing her long wavy strands of brilliant white to flow and dance.

"I- Ehm. I wanted to apologize, for how I reacted last night when you were bedridden," Gale began, his tone hesitant as he considered his words.

Talice's eyes trailed down to the ground, caught off guard by the suddenness of his apology. She shifted her weight nervously between the soles of her feet.

"It was unbecoming of me to air out my frustrations when you were in such a state, and for that I am truly sorry." He bowed his head to her, guilt and shame apparent on his face.

Talice considered the weight of his words, what had changed so suddenly? she wondered.

"I understand why you were mad, how you view me as reckless, careless, even. I don't entirely disagree with you." She spoke softly as she continued to shift her weight.

"Talos's will runs strong throughout my being, coursing through my veins - demanding chaos and destruction when in a state of heightened emotions. His guidance can be... overpowering, dominating." Talice trailed off as she bit the edges of her lip nervously.

"I had failed to consider that dynamic before, thank you for enlightening me." Gale's tone was calm, warm, as he sought to understand her.

"If you don't mind, I do have some questions." Gale smiled, his words almost apprehensive.

"Oh?" Talice looked up at him, her temples buzzed with curiosity.

"Talos is your patron God, his power and might flow through your divine bloodline. The fount of your power, this I understand. But what of Mystra, the Mother of all magic?" He raised an eyebrow as he stepped closer to Talice, she had felt the sudden urge to take a step back at his approach.

The feeling of jealousy knotted low in her belly at the mention of his Goddess, why? She felt silly, nearly laughing out loud as the sensation twisted and coiled within her.

"I pay tribute to Mystra as well, of course. Like you said, she is the Mother of all magic. Without her, my powers would cease to exist, just as yours. But, she is not my patron. I am an instrument of Talos's will and might, he demands servitude where Mystra does not." Talice sighed as her gaze met Gale's once again, his eyes brimming and swirling with curiosity, his insatiable need to know and understand apparent.

"Are you well enough to humor me for a moment?" Gale asked, Talice's cheeks began to flush as Gale closed the distance between them, a mere breath away from one another. Talice nodded reluctantly.

"Let us conjure the weave, together." He smiled, motivated by his curiosity.

He stood by Talice's side, hands clasped together then suddenly releasing an energy as he opened them. Soft, sparkling whisps of purple pooled and floated before him. He turned to Talice, anticipating her to follow him.

Following his lead, she repeated the motions. A similar stream of purple swirled before her, but an electric blue crackled within it's depths. Gale's conjuration of his sliver of weave seemed smooth, polished, more controlled. Talice's however, untamed and brimming with a constant static pulse.

Gale observed the two energies, similar yet conflicting in their own rights. Talice peered at Gale, the energy illuminating him in a warm purple haze - his eyes filled with wonder.

"Now, repeat after me-" Gale spoke an incantation, invoking the power of the weave to envelope him, Talice repeated the words, her tone growing more nervous as she called upon Mystra herself.

Brilliant tones of purple washed over them both, embraced in a warmth that felt like a hug from a long lost friend. The weave connecting them on a spiritual level that felt intimate - almost sensual as the scent of rose water grabbed Talice's attention.

Talice's breath caught in her throat, inspecting the weave as it laced and floated between her fingers. Tangible and warm, laced with a buzzing static that crackled with anticipation.

It was if they were encapsulated in a world where only they inhabited, alone together as the weave continued to ebb and flow around them, solidifying their connection. Talice's eyes trailed over to Gale, her heart quickening as his gaze deepened, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

Her mind danced with a rush of excitement, as the thought of what it would feel like to kiss him streaked across her mind - propelled by the sensual nature of the weave that wrapped around her delicately. How the softness of his lips would feel against hers suspended her in that moment, a sense of curiosity and longing stirred at her depths.

Gale's eyes fluttered wildly. He could feel and hear her thoughts, connected through the tapestry of the weave - her imagination composing an intimate moment he had failed to consider. A cold realization that he had seen and felt the idea conjured by her minds eye a sudden reality. Embarrassment filled her as she cast her gaze away from him and towards the ground, her face red hot. The surge of her feelings intense enough to disperse the weave around them, leaving them enveloped by the cold and lonely night air.

"S-sorry, I - I've no idea what just came over me!" Talice spoke in a whisper that was laced with panic. She wanted to run, but the pain of her injury wouldn't allow it.

"O-oh. Um, no - that's uh, it's fine, truly!" Gale's voice trembled as he attempted to reassure her. The thought of kissing her was not an unwelcomed one, he had speculated there was a particular tension between them before but was unsure of its motivations. Now confronted with the idea that their relationship could evolve into something else, he felt an intense anxiety drumming in his chest.

"I uh - I told Shadowheart I was going to meet her for a glass of wine. So, I - I'm going to go now," Talice pointed vaguely, then began to walk in the opposite direction.

Idiot, idiot, idiot her voice rattled around in her head as she winced in pain, clutching at her wound as she made her escape.

Gale's eyes followed her as she shuffled away quickly, left to face his confusion alone.

"Whoa! Slow down, mate. You're in no condition to be trotting around!" Karlach bellowed from across the fire as she watched Talice approach.

"Wine, please!" Talice begged, her voice cracking.

Astarion handed her a chalice, his eyebrow raised with curiosity as a devious smile began to part his lips.

"Talice, are you okay?" Shadowheart asked, approaching her to inspect her wound.

Talice downed her wine, extending her arm towards Astarion as her eyes pleaded for another.

Astarion filled the chalice to the brim as he inspected Talice's demeanor.

"Well, I never knew you to be such a lush, darling." Astarion quipped, his tone playful as he reveled in her obvious discomfort.

Talice waved Shadowheart's hand away from her wound.

"It's not that - the wound is fine, I'm just an idiot." Talice finished her second glass of wine before she could even blink, quickly pouring herself another as she sat with them by the blazing fire.

"Do tell, I'm all pointy ears!" Astarion's glee was evident as he peered over the edge of his goblet, hiding a smirk.

"C'mon, mate. It can't be that bad," Karlach said, offering her reassurance.

"It wouldn't have anything to do with our dear wizard, would it?" Astarion snickered, Talice's gaze flicked over to him. Had he been watching them? She wondered.

"No, it doesn't," Talice attempted to convince him.

"Darling, you are so very easy to read!" Astarion let out a shrill chuckle.

"Astarion, bite your tongue and leave her alone," Shadowheart growled as her eyes narrowed in his direction.

"You're no fun at all, Shadowheart," Astarion clicked his tongue.

"So, what's everyone wearing to the party tomorrow?" Karlach asked, changing the subject.

"Party?" Talice looked around, confused.

"Yeah, the tieflings wanted to throw a party to celebrate our victory before they head off to Baulder's Gate." Karlach said, slamming back her ale.

"You're going to be the star of the show, Talice. You're all they've been talking about." Shadowheart smiled.

"Great.." Talice groaned.

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As the sun melted and gave way to night, droves of tieflings entered the inner grove looking to celebrate and sing the praises of their defenders.

Excitement and chatter buzzed through the evening air, anticipation of what was to come a common topic among them.

"You clean up nice, Soldier!" Karlach yelled from across the bonfire, Talice flinched as a few eyes fell on her following Karlach's remark. She shifted uncomfortably as she nervously smoothed out her dress. She couldn't remember a time she wore something other than her sorcerer's robes, and she had never worn a dress without her illusion changing her appearance. She felt entirely exposed and uncomfortable. She poured herself a chalice of cherry wine, taking a moment to indulge in its tartness to calm her nerves.

"Thank's Karlach, you look nice as well," she offered a small, sincere smile.

"So, what's on the agenda for tonight? Games, gossip? 'Tis the night for merriment after all," Karlach grinned as her eyes scanned the party. She was certainly in her element. Talice admired that about her, Karlach seemed to meld into wherever she was and whomever she was with. It seemed effortless for her.

"How do you do it, Karlach?" Talice sighed as she sipped at her wine.

"Do what?" Karlach replied, confused.

"You just - I don't know.. You fit in everywhere so easily, like you just belong there." Talice ran her fingers through the ends of her flowing white waves of hair.

"Why wouldn't I belong here? Why wouldn't you?" Karlach replied without missing a beat, letting out a laugh.

Talice paused, a smile spreading across her lips as she considered Karlach's words.

"Thanks Karlach," Talice said as she pressed her chalice to Karlach's mug.

Many approached Talice, offering their gratitude and sincerest thanks, ensuring that her cup never ran dry throughout the night. A majority of these tieflings had been wary of her Drow heritage when they had first met, but were now treating her as if she were one of their own. With every sip of wine and kind word she eased into conversation a little more.

"Ah, just the companion I was looking for," Astarion approached, a devilish gleam in his eye.

"Oh?" Talice raised an eyebrow.

"You know, I'm not used to playing the hero, people singing my praises." Astarion gestured to the party around him.

"How does it feel, knowing you did good by these tieflings?" Talice asked.

"I hate it. The wine is worse than piss and vinegar, and the party is dull." He laughed playfully.

"I'm sure the goblins would know how to really celebrate," Talice chuckled, her fingers trailing over the rim of her chalice.

"I'm sure they would. What do you make of... well, all of this?" Astarion asked as his eyes scanned the festivities.

"It's... a lot. They're treating me differently than when we first met." Talice paused to take another sip of her wine.

"That they are, they see you as a hero now - not a Drow." He replied.

Could I not be both? Talice couldn't help but wonder as the reality of her nature laid bare before many. Were Drow truly as heinous as everyone thought? What piece of the puzzle was she missing that made it impossible to see the connection so many others did? Perhaps it would be easier to live in the illusion like her father demanded of her, her skin crawled at the idea.

"Don't get lost in that head of yours," Astarion sighed as he flicked her forehead, snapping her away from her thoughts.

"Besides, I have other suggestions for a night of fun," his eyes narrowed as a coy smile tugged at his lips.

"Such as?" Talice asked absentmindedly, glancing at passing faces. Astarion rolled his eyes, letting out an exaggerated sigh.

"Sex, darling. A night of passion!" He exclaimed.

"No thank you," Talice swirled her chalice, looking across the grove.

"No thank you?" Astarion repeated as he raised an eyebrow, letting out a surprised laugh.

"Well boo, you're no fun!" He sighed, shaking his head.

Talice shrugged, indifferent.

"I suppose I'm not, at least not for you." She teased, tapping her finger to his nose. Astarion tilted his head as he blinked in confusion, watching as Talice walked away.

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Talice refilled her wine and stood by the fire, enjoying it's warmth as her mind wandered away from her. Her eyes trailed over to Gale who was standing at his tent, she was surprised to meet his gaze - quickly looking away as embarrassment was there, eager and ready to greet her.

She had avoided him the entire day, not knowing how to approach him or the right words to say after they had connected in the weave. A sense of nervousness at the thought twisted in her stomach. Why was she so nervous? Of course, she was embarrassed that she had accidentally shared those thoughts with him that night, but she remained confused on where they even stemmed from. What had changed so suddenly that she was plagued by the idea of kissing him? Had that feeling always been there in the back of her mind, had she just ignored it? Between the tadpole, the Absolute, the grove - she never had time to consider what feelings may have been dormant within her.

Her fingers twirled at the ends of her hair as she became engrossed in thought. She could practically smell the scent of him, sandalwood and vanilla as she leaned into the thought of their lips meeting once more. Would he kiss her tenderly, or would he be firm? Would he be eager with his tongue, hungry to taste her? Or perhaps, more reserved?

"Back to brooding, I see," Shadowheart jested, causing Talice to jump at the sudden intrusion of her thoughts.

"Gods above, why does everyone think I am brooding?" Talice chuckled nervously.

"Because you are brooding, what's going on?" Shadowheart stood beside Talice, illuminated by the soft orange glow of the bonfire.

"Nothing's going on," Talice insisted, feigning ignorance.

"Pfft, please - do you truly believe me to be that stupid?" Shadowheart laughed.

"Look, you have met me without judgment when I confided in you about my Goddess, if you carry a burden.. well, you needn't carry it alone." Shadowheart spoke softly, her gaze full of concern.

Shadowheart began to guide Talice to a table, pouring them two shots of wyvern whiskey.

"Perhaps this will encourage you to loosen your lips!" She said, handing a shot to Talice. She clinked their cups, her face twisted at its taste as it burned her throat. Shadowheart kept an eye on Talice to ensure every last drop of the whiskey was gone.

"Gods, it burns," Talice coughed, already missing the sweetness of her wine. The warmth of the whiskey pooled and tingled in her chest.

Shadowheart convinced her to take a few more shots, the edges of her vision had begun to grow fuzzy as she felt a bit more lighthearted and carefree. The pain from her wound reduced to that of a dull ache as the whiskey coursed through her veins.

"Better?" Shadowheart smiled as she poured them another drink.

"Well, I certainly can't complain," Talice said as she swayed, enjoying the cool night breeze on her warm skin.

"Good. Now, what's been on your mind?" Shadowheart asked as they sat by the fire.

Talice's eyes floated to Gale once again, the whiskey had dulled the sense of her embarrassment, making her feel light. The sense of nervousness was still present, but not as heavy as it had been that day. Talice pried her eyes away from Gale once again, shaking her head as if to rid herself of the thoughts that began to consume her.

Shadowheart studied Talice with an amused smile.

"You're not fooling me," Shadowheart laughed softly, Talice's gaze darted to her.

"It's written all over your face. Just admit it already, you have a soft spot for that wizard." Shadowheart stifled a giggle.

Talice groaned loudly as she buried her head in her hands.

"Gods, I don't know.. maybe?" She mumbled.

"I'm not sure where it came from or why, how long it's been there. I'm trying to figure it all out." Talice ran her hands through her hair, the whiskey's warmth travelling to her limbs.

"Well, the first step is admitting it, and you've done well in that regard. I'll cast no stones in your direction on what it is your heart fancies. I can be your confidante as you've been mine," Shadowheart smiled warmly, placing a hand on Talice's shoulder.

For the first time since she could remember, she didn't feel the need to flinch away from someone's touch. Her shoulders relaxed as she let out a sigh.

"I'm technically engaged, to a man I truly don't know - and who certainly doesn't know me. He's never actually seen my real face, can you believe that?" Talice snorted, it felt ludicrous to even admit out loud.

"Some nobleman who has no idea who I am or what he's getting himself into," Talice shook her head.

"You've never mentioned you were due to be married," Shadowheart paused, surprised at just how much the whiskey had loosened Talice's lips.

"I can't imagine how suffocating that must feel, an arranged marriage to a complete stranger. Do you plan to go through with it?" Shadowheart's gaze grew thoughtful as she considered the pressure Talice must feel.

"I'm duty bound by my father and by Talos himself. To introduce the House of Wild Magic into our bloodline would please them both, chaotic magic, hard to control..." Talice trailed off.

"Allow me to rephrase my question, do you want to go through with it?" Shadowheart asked softly.

"Do I want to go through with it?" Talice murmured to herself as she reflected on the question, her eyes trailing across the grove to Gale - her heart fluttered unexpectedly.

"Gods, no. I don't want that kind of life, not when I would be living it for someone else." She finally admitted.

Shadowheart's eyes softened, her tone remaining steady as she spoke.

"It sounds like there's more at play here. You have changed since first we met, in more ways than I think you realize. It's not just the idea of a man you don't know, it's about what your heart desires, and the heart rarely lies."

The thought of Gale danced in Talice's mind once more, he was lingering there more than she would care to admit. Shaking her head, trying to rid herself of her thoughts only served to make them cling to her harder.

"That night in the weave.." Talice's voice was barely a whisper.

"It's like nothing I had ever felt before. And now, whenever I think about it, or think about him... well, I'm not sure where I end and where the magic begins."

Shadowheart let out a soft, understanding laugh as she watched Talice's face flush.

"Matters of the heart are often complicated, but you needn't have all the answers right now, Talice. Just listen to yourself, I'm sure you'll be able to find your way."

As if on cue, Gale's distant laughter caught Talice's attention, pulling her gaze towards him again. The way his hair curled around his jawline, the way he smiled while in the company of others - it stirred something deep within her. Something she was unable to articulate, though the words felt as if they were on the tip of her tongue. She forced her gaze to Shadowheart, whose eyes were a tad glazed over, her cheeks were flushed from whiskey.

"I keep wondering - if it's just the lingering sensation of the magic we shared within the weave that has left me feeling this way. Or perhaps, something more." Talice whispered as her eyes flicked back to Gale, only to find him already looking in her direction. Their eyes locked onto one another, and for a brief moment the air around her had shifted. It was if he had known exactly what she was thinking - leaving her breathless.

Shadowheart leaned closer to Talice as she spoke in a low tone.

"I think he knows, Talice. He's looking at you like, well... like he already has that answer for you." She teased.

Talice's mouth parted, as if to say something but the words had caught in her throat. There was a long pause as Talice composed herself.

"And if he doesn't?" Talice asked.

Shadowheart hooked her arm in with Talice's, prompting her to stand.

"Well, there is only one way to find out, my friend," Shadowheart gave her a gentle push, raising her cup in a quiet salute.

With each step Talice took the liquid courage within her seemed to dry up, her heart flipping in her chest as her eyes trailed to the ground. What was she going to say? She mulled it over in her mind.

'Hi, Gale! So, being upfront and honest, I'm engaged, but I'm not like - committed to the idea or anything because he's a stranger who doesn't really know what I look like. I was just wondering about the other night, you know, when we were in the weave together and I randomly thought about kissing you, what were your thoughts on the matter?" -

Talice's breath caught in her chest as she was suddenly moving downwards towards the ground. A jolt shook through her as her sudden descent had stopped just as quickly as it had begun, peering up at Gale.

Her cheeks swelled with heat as their eyes locked onto one another's, seemingly suspended in time for a brief moment. His hair curled and fell around his face as he looked down at her, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

"Ehm. Good of you to drop in," Gale jested nervously as he helped Talice find her footing.

Gods, how she wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

She looked up at Gale with a shy smile, a strand of white hair cascading down her face.

"Sorry about that, still recovering from the poison I think," she said as she brushed her hair from her face.

"The Midnight Tears or the wyvern whiskey?" Gale chuckled as he inspected her. She seemed uncomfortable as she began to shift her weight.

Talice laughed awkwardly as she rubbed the back of her neck.

"Perhaps both," she admitted reluctantly.

What was she doing here? Just a few days ago, she couldn't stand his endless chatter or his obsessive prying. She had thought his ego to be far too dominating, that he had more confidence than he did that of character. Surely, it was just the aftereffects of the weave she needed to shake off.

"Well, both are rather potent in their own respects. But, I'm glad to see you're enjoying the party - it would certainly be a damper if you remained bedridden." The apple in his throat bobbed nervously.

Both of them remained hesitant to approach the topic of the moment they had shared within the weave.

"Ehm. You know, you remind me of my tressym, Tara. There's a certain steeliness in your eyes." Gale muttered awkwardly as a flushed heat crawled up his neck.

"Your tressym?" Talice asked, unsure if that comparison was a compliment.

"Indeed, she's an accomplished wizard in her own right - despite the lack of opposable thumbs." He snorted, reaching for Talice's chalice to refill her wine. His hand cupped over hers gently, fingers trailed softly against her skin. A quick stolen glance between them before they both averted their eyes to the ground.

"May I?" Gale asked, Talice released her cup and he quickly refilled it, handing it back to her.

Gale took a step back from Talice, creating some distance between them. The orb had been more volatile as of late, and he felt as though his beating heart could burst from the nervousness he felt at any moment. Any excitement could push him over the edge, he needed to control himself, regain his composure. Now was surely not the time to lean into fantasies of the heart, he thought.

Talice felt a twinge of disappointment mixed with relief creep within her as Gale stepped back. He was clearly trying to create distance between them, but why? Had she really tarnished their budding friendship that night in the weave when she thought about kissing him? Had he not felt the connection as she had? She felt as if she were making a fool of herself. Pull yourself together, Talice, your imagination is running wild, she begged herself.

Talice straightened her posture, as if to gain control and composure as she sighed softly. Gale's eyes trailed up the length of her body, briefly meeting her gaze before averting his eyes to the ground. The way he looked at her, it reminded her of how he viewed her in the weave - that hypnotic, undeniable pull lingering in the air between them. She noticed how he parted his lips as if to say something, but he remained silent. He shifted his weight between his feet, running a hand through his hair as he struggled to find words to fill the growing silence between them.

"Well, I'm usually a bit more graceful than my entrance would have allowed one to believe. I'm sorry, about that - I suppose my feet were ahead of my thoughts tonight." Talice finally broke the silence, a nervous airy laugh escaping her parted lips.

"Ah, well... you know, sometimes my hands are a bit too eager to.. help." Gale forced a chuckle.

"But, ehm. I appreciate you stopping by, truly. Don't worry about me, go be merry! Tonight is your night, after all." He smiled.

"Right. Well, I suppose I've caused enough commotion for this evening, don't want to trip into the fire next - best I head to bed." Talice sighed, a hint of disappointment tugging at the edges of her mouth as she turned away.

Gale watched as she departed, wanting to reach for her hand and pull her back.

"Everything alright, boss?" Karlach asked, approaching Gale.

"Ah, good evening, Karlach. Yes, everything is splendid. I trust you're enjoying your evening?" Gale raised his goblet as if he were saluting her.

"Hells yeah, it's been a wicked night!" The smell of ale was strong on her breath as she laughed.

"Um, Karlach - I have a question." Gale began, nervously shifting his weight once again.

"Yeah? Go on," Karlach smiled.

"If someone you knew - not me of course - detected a hint of romantic feelings from some other unnamed individual... What would that, ehm. What would that someone do about it?" He asked, peering at Karlach from the rim of his chalice with curious eyes, nervously trailing his finger along the edges of the cup.

"For the love of the Gods, Gale! Just talk to them, and leave out the hypotheticals while you're at it!" She laughed.

"Right! Talking, I'm good at that... I think." He trailed off.

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Update ✌️✨️

Chapter five of Moon Flower will be posted tomorrow! So stay tuned!

Hope all of you are doing well! Love you all ✨️🫶

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God's, I love Gale in blue. He's so fine.

Cute little picture of Talice and Gale together ❤️

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The Circus

Part Fourteen

Warning: Explicit, mature themes, 18 & Over

Word Count: 2,084

Writers Notes: Dinner is served, enjoy.

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"Oh. My. Gods. Ohmygods!" Karlach roared with glee at the sight of the circus, tugging at Astarion's arm.

"Can we go, pleeease? It's been ages since I've been to a circus!" She pleaded.

"Why are you asking me? I'm not your keeper," Astarion retorted with a soft chuckle as he pulled his arm from her grasp.

Karlach spun around to face you and Gale, clasping her hands together as she knelt before you.

"Pretty please, mom and dad?" Karlach jested as she begged.

"I'm certain there are far more pressing matters at hand, like.. oh, I don't know.. the end of the world, perhaps?" Gale quipped, shaking his head.

You nudged at his side gently, a fool for Karlach's attempt at pleading puppy dog eyes.

"Surely we can spare an hour at most?" You protested on Karlach's behalf, forcing your bottom lip to protrude in an exaggerated manner to feign pouting.

Gale and Astarion exchanged glances briefly, if they were to turn you and Karlach down they were well aware they'd never hear the end of it.

"Fine, no more than an hour," Gale relented as he exhaled deeply.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Karlach beamed as she scooped Astarion into her arms, running towards the gates of the circus.

"I'll never get over how she drags him around like a stuffed animal," Gale snorted, watching as Astarion squirmed relentlessly in her arms as he tried to escape.

You lifted off of your tippy toes as you gently pressed a kiss to Gale's cheek.

"Thank you Gale, I owe you," a coy smile parted your lips as your mind wandered, thinking of all the ways you'd like to repay him.

"Oh yes, you most certainly do," Gale laughed as his fingers laced with yours, leading you to the circus's entrance.

It was a beautiful afternoon, the sun cascaded over your body like a warm embrace - you had longed for its warmth every day you had spent in the Shadowfell. The circus buzzed with music and the excited chatter of passing patrons, the smell various rich, fried foods soaked the air around you. You breathed in deeply, almost forgetting the Absolute and your parasite had ever existed.

Karlach raced from booth to booth while she dragged Astarion along, wanting to experience everything the circus had to offer and more. Gale and you took your time as you strolled leisurely through the hustle and bustle, enjoying one another's company. He had managed to win you a small white teddy bear holding a red heart from one of the many booths that offered games.

"Did you use your magic to win?" You laughed softly as you hugged your prize to your chest.

"Perhaps. I mean all the games here are rigged anyways, might as well tilt the scales in my favor to win something for a beautiful lady." He whispered, his mouth parted into a sly smile.

A slight shudder crept up your spine as you observed him in the warm glow of the afternoon. Beautiful glossy strands of chestnut with flecks of silver framed his face. You began to wonder what a normal life would look like with him, where the two of you would end up after all had been said and done with the Absolute.

Your eyes scanned across the circus, noticing a spot laced with curtains tucked just behind the main stage. Quiet and secluded, away from prying eyes - your thoughts began to swirl as an idea took form in your mind. You tugged at Gale's arm, leading him to the secluded spot, ushering him in as you lifted a curtain.

"I don't think we're allowed back here-" You muffled Gale's words with the palm of your hand as you began to kiss his neck. Casting your stuffed bear to the side, your other hand wandered greedily down his chest as you began to undo buttons along the way. Licking and nipping at his exposed skin as you worked your way down.

"Tav, what if we get caught?" Gale mumbled nervously at the idea.

"That's half the fun," you teased as you propped yourself onto your knees before him, your eyes gliding upwards to meet his gaze.

He shuddered at the sight of you, anticipation clinging to the air as his length stiffened at the sensation of your hungry eyes trailing over him. Your hand began to trail along the outline of his shaft with teasing strokes, it throbbed underneath the weight of the fabric begging to be released. You both paused briefly as the sounds of chatter from outside passed by. A smile pulled at the edges of your mouth as a nervous shudder of energy caused you to tremble.

"Shall I stop?" You said in a coy tone as your fingers worked diligently to unbuckle his belt.

He shook his head quickly, heat crawling up his neck and circling in his cheeks. His eyes were brimming with a desire he could not deny himself. You pulled at the waist of his trousers and undergarments, one quick tug was enough to unleash his length as it sprang forth in excitement to greet you. The tip of its slit already dripping from the anticipation of your touch, it throbbed longingly as the heat of your breath caressed it gently.

Your eyes met his searing gaze, Gale was undressing you in his mind. He was already covering his mouth with the palm of his hand to muffle the sounds of his panting. One playful flick of your tongue traced the tip of his hardness, causing his knees to buckle slightly at the sensation. He bucked his hips lightly, a silent pleading for your lips to envelope him. You pulled back, a smug smile on your face as you reveled in his desperation for you.

"Not so fast, I want to savor you.." You whispered coyly.

Gale's eyes flicked to the small gap of the curtain, watching as unknowing silhouettes passed by.

You began to circle your tongue around his tip, lapping up his excitement as each flick increased with pressure. Gale would never admit it out loud, but he loved having his head teased - it was apparent in the way his length pulsed in response. Your tongue continued to swirl around him as you savored his taste.

He let out a soft grunt between the gaps of his fingers as his body began to shake, a faint glimmer of sweat beading at his temples as he fought to control himself. He watched you carefully through lidded eyes as the heat in his cheeks peaked at the tips of his ears. His groaning only served as encouragement as your lips parted, gently taking in the tip of his length as your tongue continued to trace its slit. The warmth of your mouth caused an electric pulse to dance up his spine, another gasp of pleasure escaping his fingers.

Your eyes locked onto one another's as you slowly worked your way down his length, almost succeeding in reaching it's base. His head prodded at the back of your throat, causing you to pull back as you breathed in sharply, releasing him.

"Too much to handle, my love?" he teased in a smug whisper, his voice muffled by his palm.

You let out a soft laugh, you were only getting started. You were determined to take all of him.

You parted your lips once again, enjoying the way his body twitched with every inch you took. Your head began to bob in a slow and steady rhythm, your tongue lashing against his skin playfully with every stroke. Each time you plunged downward, you attempted to take more of him with you.

Gale's body began to writhe as he struggled to contain his excitement, deep panting breaths laced with a low moan seeped through his fingers. His knees buckled again as you took more of him within your mouth, he could not pry his eyes from the sight of you. Saliva began to pool at the corners of your lips, dripping down and off of your chin as you quickened your pace. Your worship faltered for a brief moment at the unexpected prodding of your center. The cold touch of a mage hand slid your panties to the side as it began to trace your slick folds. You shuddered, determined to regain your composure.

You were dripping wet from all the excitement, there was no resistance when two fingers plunged into your depths. A shocked moan escaped the space between your lips and his length, causing both of you to pause for a moment as you glanced at the slight gap of the curtain. Satisfied that you had remained unnoticed thus far, you continued to bob your head as the mage hand's fingers matched your pace.

Gale was seeking dominance, looking for you to surrender yourself to the pleasure but you remained unyielding in your resolve. You braced yourself for the final hurdle, pushing yourself down towards the entirety of his base. It took a moment for your throat to adjust to the pressure as he slid his way down, your lips wrapped tightly around him.

Gale let out a sharp gasp as his body shook, his eyes widened in surprise at the sensation. Your gaze met his, proud of your accomplishment.

The mage hand worked hard at your hot and dripping center, two fingers became three as they curled towards the entrance of your womb. You couldn't hold your moans back, every plunge dragged them out of you as you hummed in ecstasy. The vibrations of your moans added an extra layer of pleasure for Gale, who did his best to stifle his groans.

Your hand curled around his, guiding it to the back of your head, wanting desperately for him to use you for his own pleasure. His fingers wove into your hair, grasping on tightly as he bucked his hips and pushed you downward simultaneously. A breath caught in your throat as he began to thrust, both of his hands guiding you in sync with his movements. Throwing caution to the wind, he could not deny the carnal impulse of filling you with his seed - no longer concerned about prying eyes.

You continued to hum deeply as the mage hand worked the very edges of your depths, teetering on release. The sound of Gale's panting and uncontrolled moans along with the wet slapping of skin filled the small space that hid you both from view. You looked up at Gale through lidded eyes, streaks of sweat trailing down his jaw, his eyes dark and burning with intense desire. The sight of him was enough to be your undoing, a warm, electric pulse coursed through your body as you writhed in ecstasy. Your moans brimming with lust, muffled by his length plunging into the back of your throat.

He bucked his hips hard one last time as he was pushed over the edge. His length throbbed with every eager spurt as he coated your tongue with his hot seed, your name poured from his lips like honey as he shuddered. He held you there for a moment, ensuring you milked every last drop of him, before finally pulling back. He removed his length, glossy and wet, casting his gaze down at you. Makeup streaked your cheeks, you locked eyes with Gale as you carefully opened your mouth, allowing him to see how his seed pooled at the center of your tongue. He smirked proudly at the mess he had made of you. You pressed your lips together, swallowing hard.

Gale helped you to your feet, planting a kiss on your forehead as you assisted him in adjusting his trousers. Once both of you had cleaned up and deemed yourselves decent, you exited from behind the curtain to rejoin the festivities.

"The both of you are worse than a pair of gremishka in heat," Astarion rolled his eyes as he folded his arms.

"I've no idea what you mean, Astarion," Gale chuckled nervously as he feigned ignorance.

"Oh please, when the both of you are out of sight for more than ten minutes that can only mean one thing!" Astarion wagged his finger in your face as if he were scolding you.

"Where's Karlach?" You asked, scanning the circus.

"Gave her the slip," Astarion smiled proudly.

Gale pointed behind him, attempting to stifle a laugh.

"Astarion! There you are, come and have a look at what I found!" Karlach yelled from across a crowd of people, prompting Astarion to dash away.

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Moon Flower - Chapter Four

Warning: Blood & Gore, Violence, Angst & Awkwardness.

Word Count: 4,136

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The group had made good distance since departing from the temple, they were ahead of the small army that was due to march come first light. They were to reach the grove once again in another days travel, and hopefully have ample time to not only warn them of the impending danger, but prepare for it.

Talice sat in front of the fire, pulling her knees to her chest as the fire offered little warmth against the chilly night air. The moon cast long shadows across the clearing, and Talice remained lost in thought as she watched the flames lick up towards the sky.

"Can't sleep?" Gale spoke softly, unsure whether he should intrude on her solitude or not.

"Just thinking," Talice's expression was flat, her voice nearly lost on the crackling fire.

Gale sighed as he sat next to her, beginning to stoke the fire with a nearby twig. Something in his demeanor had changed as he appraised her with cautious eyes. His tone was softer, and he didn't appear as confident as he normally would.

"You and I haven't always seen eye to eye, have we?" He asked softly, a slight chuckle carried his words.

Talice shrugged, remaining silent as she continued to watch the flames dance and sway before her. A few moments of silence passed, Gale seemingly wrestling something within himself.

"There are many things I have left unsaid for a considerable amount of time," he began, taking a deep breath as he collected his thoughts.

Talice's eyes trailed over to him, slight curiosity stirring within herself.

"There are things I carry that are hard to make peace with, things that weigh on me. Maybe you can relate."

He turned to Talice, offering his hand.

"Place your hand upon my heart, and I will show you." His earthy brown eyes seeking connection as Talice reluctantly placed her hand in the palm of his. Overcoming her hesitance with curiosity.

Talice's face flushed as he guided her hand gently - just under the collar of his shirt and onto his bare chest, pressing her skin firmly to his. Both of his hands clasped onto hers as a lavender hue began to illuminate the space between them. A connection made between them, deep within the confines of their minds as he began to show her the true nature of his affliction. Painting the picture for her through his own eyes.

"G-gods, Gale. How are you still alive?" She whispered, pulling her hand away slowly as the connection severed. What he had allowed her to see, she could not entirely wrap her mind around it. Her heart ached for him, the pain he had felt - the loneliness that followed.

"Divine intervention, or perhaps dumb luck," he tried to jest, forcing a smile - but his eyes remained serious.

A long pause fell between them. Talice carefully considered that this was not just Gale sharing a burden - he was sharing his trust, opening up to her in a way she had not seen before.

"Thank you... for sharing that with me. I didn't know." She took the time to choose her words as she shifted her weight, her discomfort easing slightly.

"I would be surprised if you did," he chuckled as he stood, walking a few feet away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two goblets from a nearby table.

He poured her a glass, handing it to her carefully as he sat back down beside her.

She took a sip, the familiar sweetness of cherry coating her tongue. Talice raised an eyebrow as she looked at Gale.

"Cherry wine?" she questioned, attempting to cast away the coy smile that tugged at the edges of her lips.

"Your favorite, I believe." He stated, swirling his goblet as he leaned back, seemingly more relaxed.

"I suppose wizards are more observant of their surroundings than I initially thought," she quipped, her tone light as she teased him.

"It was not a difficult conclusion to draw, all the cherry wine disappeared whenever you began to brood," he laughed, directing a playful glance in her direction.

"I do not brood!" she protested, a genuine laugh escaping her lips that surprised the both of them.

There was a brief pause between them before Gale spoke.

"I think that is the first time I have ever heard you laugh," he stated with a proud smile, taking a sip of his wine.

"I suppose it was," Talice said, allowing a smile to tug at the corner of her lips, savoring the tartness on her tongue.

Another moment of silence enveloped them, not entirely unwelcome, as they enjoyed the warmth the fire provided - a shared sense of quiet understanding.

"How do you know about the House of Storms?" Talice's tone was quiet, a bit more serious than before as she considered her words.

Gale could sense the apprehension laced within her tone, understanding this needed to be met delicately.

"What wizard or sorcerer doesn't? A powerful lineage blessed with Talos's divine might, his will woven into the fabric of their magic. It would be stranger if I hadn't heard of it." He was deliberate with his words and careful with his tone, studying Talice as he spoke.

"I've seen you use their magic, which perplexes me. But I shan't pry if it's not the time nor place to do so. I've come to respect that boundary of yours, no matter how many questions it leaves me pondering." He offered her a soft, reassuring smile.

Talice considered his words, mulling them over with her wine. How much could she say, how far could she extend her trust? She wondered.

"It's complicated," she spoke, casting her glance downward.

"I wish I could answer your questions, and that of my own. But, I have little answers. My father - Master Teltesh, as you would know him, has kept my nature hidden from public eye for as long as I can remember." Talice swiftly raised her hand, casting her illusion and taking the disguise as the High Elf she would normally present herself as while under her fathers ward.

Gale's eyes widened, brimming with curiosity. Talice removed the illusion quickly, sitting before him as herself once again.

"I am merely a blight in my father's eyes when I wear my own skin. If my nature were to be discovered, the scandal would bring dire consequences." She shuddered at her own admission, hesitant to meet Gale's eyes.

"That's a very heavy burden to bare, Talice. I understand now, why my prying only served to close you off further. I'm... sorry I had been so ignorant to your plight." He gently placed a hand on hers, offering a reassuring squeeze. A part of her wanted to recoil, to close herself off - another finding comfort in his words.

"Today was the first time I had ever spoken to or seen another living being of my kind. I know nothing of what it means to be a Drow." The words spilled out of her, the weight of all she had carried heavy on her aching heart.

"Why submit to his will, why hide?" Gale questioned, his brows furrowed with confusion at his own inquiry, but his tone was calm, soft.

"So long as I submit, my mo-" Talice paused for a moment, fear clashing with her sense of relief with every word she spoke.

"I just have to, it is creed in the House of Storms - any child born carrying Talos's will must be taught how to use it. To deny my birth right, is to deny Talos himself."

Gale topped up her wine, wondering how Talice came to be if her father had a deep seeded hatred towards the Drow.

"Your secret is safe with me, I swear it." His eyes met hers, holding her in his gaze as the cold night breeze toyed with the flames of the fire.

"I.. appreciate that, thank you." Talice smiled, averting from his gaze as her cheeks began to flush. A sense of relief met with confusion washed over her.

"Well, after all that brooding I believe you are owed a proper drink - perhaps whiskey?" Gale smiled, springing up to begin his search.

"I'm not brooding!" Talice's eyes followed him from across the fire, a soft laugh escaping her.

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"Zevlor! Open the gate, we need to talk!" Talice called from below.

"You're back! I truly thought you had met your fate at the goblin camp." Zevlor peered over the ledge inspecting the group, pleasantly surprised at their arrival.

The giant wooden gate rumbled as it was pulled up, allowing entry. Zevlor descended, meeting the group once they moved through the gate.

"We won't have much time, but we need to prepare," Talice spoke quickly as the gate closed behind them.

"Prepare? What for?" Zevlor questioned.

"The Absolute cultists are on their way here with a small army. We need to gather every able bodied person we can and form a plan - quickly." Talice's tone was urgent, commanding.

"By the God's, you must be joking!" Zevlor said as he began to follow Talice.

"Mate, does it look like we're joking?" Karlach rolled her eyes.

"We can handle this, we have the advantage fighting on familiar ground and with the gate blocking them from entering the grove. We just have to hold them back and thin out their numbers." Talice began taking inventory of weapons, trying to formulate a plan.

"R-right, I'll grab my people." Zevlor's said, his tone low and nervous as he rushed to alert the rest of the grove.

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Talice could hear them before she could see them, sounds of war drums banging in the distance with indistinct chants that followed. The group and several others sat above the wooden gate, waiting.

Zevlor rallied who he could, and hid the others within the confines of the groves stone walls. A nervous energy clung in the air, nearing on electric, as the cultists appeared over the hill in the distance in droves.

The cult approached the gate, waiting on baited breath for their leader to give them the directions to begin their assault. Minthara appeared with a smug smile, coming to halt on a hill. Her eyes locked onto Talice's from a distance, and that cold familiar grasp held her firm as Minthara's mind intertwined with her own.

"Well done, True Soul. All that's left for you to do is open the gate." Minthara's voice rang in Talice's head, a cold and cruel tone burrowing deep into the folds of her mind.

"No. You will die here this day." Talice echoed back, never once uttering a word. Her gaze unyielding and determined.

"No? You dare refuse the Absolute?! I will spill your impure blood, faerie." Minthara seethed, severing the mental connection as a disgusted look twisted the features of her face.

All Minthara had to do was raise her hand for the assault to begin, directing the masses of goblins, gnolls, and orcs to focus on the gate. Zevlor directed his people to dump a vat of hot oil below, coating whoever was nearby. The sounds of blood curdling, agonized screams filled the air as the oil seeped into their skin, chunks of skin and muscle sliding off of bone and pooling into the dirt beneath them.

"Ignis!" Gale spoke, conjuring a ball of fire, directing it to the oil below. The oil ignited quickly, creating another barrier between the assault and the gate. Flames licked upwards, smoke billowing into the sky, carrying the smell of charred remains with it.

Arrows burst forward, plunging through the smoke and towards the grove. Talice waved her hand, an electric crackle filled the air as the arrows began to drop from the sky, protecting her allies. The air now laced with a heavy, static pulse as she evoked Talos's will.

A barrel soared through the smoke, landing amongst those protecting the grove - cracking open on impact, a few goblins spilling from its confines. They rushed to their feet, seeking blood and chaos in the name of the Absolute. One cornering a tiefling that had yet to take notice, plunging a scimitar through his stomach.

"Karlach!" Talice yelled, directing her attention to the threat.

"On it, boss!" Karlach leapt into action, cleaving and hacking at the intruders, showing no mercy with every brutal swing.

A deafening explosion rang out from below, shaking the foundation Talice stood on. The Absolute were bombing the gate in a desperate attempt to secure entry.

Those defending the grove shot out a hail of arrows as they continued to stand in defiance against the onslaught of attacks.

The battle continued to rage as the hours had passed, the grove continued to hold firm against the Absolute. The gate remained sealed - yet, heavily damaged. Few of the Absolute cultists remained standing, the smell of charred corpses and blood clung heavily in the air. Piles of gore laid still at the gate, where many had tried and failed to force it open.

Minthara scanned the battlefield, frustration and anger twisting her features into something unrecognizable and grotesque.

A familiar ice cold touch, tapping at Talice's temples as Minthara established a connection once again. Her presence sudden, forceful, almost overpowering.

"If you yield, the Absolute may yet forgive you, child." Minthara's voice washed over her mind like a silent wave, enveloping her senses. Talice's heart hammered against her chest, her mouth dry as she tried to pull away from the connection. Minthara's grasp remained firm around her mind.

"You are nothing more than a scared little girl. I know how lost you are, child. Join me, join the Absolute - embrace your nature, and the Absolute shall guide you." Minthara's cold voice plunged into the depths of Talice's mind, burrowing deeper as she continued to reason.

Fear coursed through Talice's veins as Minthara continued to deepen her hold, the rising panic she felt a grueling agony, smothering her under the will of another.

"I-.. I will not.. bend my knee to the likes of you!" Talice screamed out loud, her anger a seething war cry deep within her very bones.

Pure, unfiltered rage broke the connection as the air crackled around her. Electric sparks pulsed brightly as Talice raised a hand, her anger as tangible as the static that clung to the air, swirling around her.

A blinding light began to take shape in the palm of her hand, a raw lightening bolt that only she could wield. The electric hum of the bolt only intensified along with her anger, a chaotic wind building as if it were the breath of Talos himself - filling her lungs like an electric current. The storm within her untamed, chaotic, as she took a step off of the ledge.

Her body and magic needing no guidance as she flew towards Minthara. Her arm pulled back, wielding an unrelenting force that begged to be released.

The bolt plunged into Minthara's heart, the force so great it ripped through her, the bolt exposed on the other side. A sudden gasp leaving her parted lips, then a gurgle. A moment of stillness between the two women, Talice's body shaking as the electric current coursed through her very being. The energy and static distorting the air around them in a brilliant shimmering blue hue, so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

The divine weapon Talice had conjured suddenly began to fade, specks of glimmering light lost on the wind. Minthara collapsed to her knees, blood dripping off of her chin and pooling into the soil below. Minthara's red eyes locked with Talice's, seething malice as a final stance before collapsing into the dirt at Talice's feet.

The grove began to cheer, a loud chorus of elation as the final threat had fallen. A smile tugged at the corners of Talice's lips, was it pride that she felt in this moment? Tilting her head back, she exhaled a sigh of relief - but a sharp pain was there to greet her. Talice looked down at the source, a black dagger lodged deep within her belly. Her throat tightened as she examined her wound, hands trembling. A searing pain began to spread as she staggered back, hot and radiating as it spread through her skin. Her movements suddenly uncoordinated as the world began to spin and sway around her. What was this? Poison? She asked herself. How had she not noticed?

A cold sweat blanketed her, beading at her brow and gliding down her cheek. Whatever kind of poison Minthara had laced the dagger with, it was beginning to course through her veins at an alarming rate. The wound felt white hot, as her limbs began to feel heavy and cold - bordering on numb. No, not like this - to have tasted freedom and have it ripped away, she thought. The world seemed distant, the sounds of those around her muddled and incoherent as her vision narrowed. Tripping over herself, she landed hard in the dirt. Her pulse as shallow as her breathing as she struggled to stay awake.

People crowded around her, their faces abstract and foreign no matter how hard she tried to focus. Tones of panic in familiar voices, but a lack of understanding in the words. Was it Gale she was seeing scoop her up from the ground, maybe? She tried to focus, but the nearby faces twisted and swirled like a painting in the rain. The pain twisted low in her gut as she was being moved, causing a yelp to rip through her throat. When did she get so tired? she tried to blink away the urge to sleep as everything continued to swirl and dance around her. Her eyes were so heavy, her limbs numb - she only wanted the comfort of sleep for just a moment.

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A cold rag softly placed on her brow slowly pulled Talice from the depths of her slumber. The ache in her limbs a horrible, relentless, gnawing.

"I knew a little poison wouldn't be your undoing." A blurry figure spoke.

Shadowheart? It took a moment for Talice's eyes to focus on the figure sitting beside her. She wanted to sit up, but the pain that rebelled against her movements stilled her.

"Is she awake?" Another voice approached, Talice's eyes trailed to the source of the sound. Halsin.

"What happened?" Talice managed to whisper, her throat was sore and dry, begging for water.

"Preserve your strength, Talice. You are going to be alright," Halsin reassured her as he bent down on one knee, a lumbering giant even at half his height.

"Here," he placed a massive hand underneath her head, helping her drink from a wooden cup. She drank from it greedily, water dripping from the corners of her lips and trailing down her chin in a desperate attempt to quench her thirst.

The world began to settle around her, familiar surroundings of the inner grove. Towering stone carvings, the smell of dew kissed grass, the warmth of a billowing fire, the trill of blue jays. Everything overwhelming her all at once.

Halsin laid her back down once she had her fill, adjusting the rag on her brow again.

"The dagger was laced with Mightnight Tears, a particularly brutal poison, you're lucky to be here," Halsin smiled softly as he looked down at her.

Mightnight Tears? Talice had read of that brew of poison before. Incredibly rare, distilled from the tears of a Moon Shadow serpent. Often used in high-stake assassination attempts against elven kings, even rumors of celestial beings.

"I suppose.. I'm very lucky to be in the care of a cleric and arch druid," Talice hardly managed to mutter, a soft laugh escaping her in an airy breath as her breathing continued to labor.

The pain remained radiating and intense, her limbs still heavy and uncoordinated, almost foreign to her. How was it that she felt safe in such a state of vulnerability?

Her eyes slowly trailed between Halsin and Shadowheart, a strong golden glow emanating from Halsin's hand as it hovered over the wound. The radiating heat of her pain now reduced to a dull pulsing warmth, almost comforting in a way.

Perhaps these were friends, and not merely just allies? The thought swirled in her mind as she considered it. Comforting smiles and concerned eyes trailing and washing over her.

"She's awake?" A harsh tone broke through the calmness.

Gale leaned over Shadowheart's shoulder, looking down at Talice. His gaze was intense, a mixture of worry and anger.

"I have never met a more foolish, irresponsible person!" Gale began, throwing his arms up in the air.

"What were you thinking? You could have died! Flying down directly into the line of danger when we had it all planned," his words flew out in a heated frenzy as he paced around them.

"How reckless can you possibly be?!" Gale snapped, his eyes locking onto Talice's gaze.

"Were y-you..." Talice took a deep breath, the words were hard to push out against her labored breath.

"Were you worried about me, wizard?" she asked breathlessly as she appraised him.

"Worried? Worried?! Of course I was wor-" he paused at his own admission, taking the time to consider why as his cheeks began to flush. He had felt more than worried the moment Talice had collapsed, he felt helpless - almost responsible. Why? he asked himself as his brows furrowed.

"I was worried about all of us," he said with a flustered, dismissive tone. Yet, his eyes betrayed him as they began to soften.

Talice rolled her eyes as Gale averted his gaze, refusing to look at her. She felt a twinge of guilt for causing him distress, her actions were guided by the chaos Talos demands - she had almost no control of her actions in that moment. Gale couldn't have known just how strong Talos's influence can be.

"Enough, Gale!" Shadowheart hissed in frustration.

"This is hardly the time or place for your ravings, she's hardly even woken up! She still requires rest and healing, so please - leave us be."

Gale froze, giving pause to Shadowheart's words and the harshness of her tone. His shoulders slumped as he let out an exasperated sigh.

"Right you are, Shadowheart," he glanced towards Talice, a cold sweat still beading at her brow as her body continued to shiver.

"Ehm. Apologies," he spoke softly as he turned away, seemingly embarrassed as he mumbled something under his breath.

Shadowheart took the rag off of Talice's brow, dunking it into a cold bucket of spring water, ringing it out, and gently placing it back onto her head.

"Rest, you'll feel better come morning." Shadowheart smiled.

Talice managed a small nod as she watched Shadowheart's face soften, fuzzy and out of focus as sleep began to claim her once again.

"She's asleep, take your rest Shadowheart, I will keep an eye on her." Halsin encouraged as he continued to tend to Talice's wound.

Shadowheart rose, dusting herself off as she headed towards the camp fire in search of wine after a long day.

She had secured her prize, pouring a generous helping into her chalice as she began to unwind by the fire.

"Ehm. I'm sorry, for how I carried on earlier - that was unwise of me given the timing." Gale spoke, his voice nervous as he approached Shadowheart.

Shadowheart swirled her chalice as she considered Gale's words.

"Well, it's not like you were wrong, necessarily. She was reckless, she did put herself in danger. But you chose the wrong time to approach the subject." Shadowheart glanced behind her shoulder, keeping an eye on Talice as Halsin continued to tend to her.

"At least we can agree on that," Gale chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced away.

"You care for her," Shadowheart stated as fact, her gaze now fixed on Gale.

"Ehm. Something to that effect, I imagine," his body stiff and rigid at his own admission. There was a brief pause between them.

"She has a way about her, getting under your skin and burrowing there - whether you like it or not." He shrugged, refusing to meet Shadowheart's eyes.

Shadowheart let out a hearty laugh at the wizard's awkward demeanor.

"You needn't be so cryptic Gale, you care about her, that much is obvious... and from what I can tell, she's fond of you as well." She spoke softly, taking a sip of her wine.

"Fond of me? I mean, I wouldn't go that far," he shifted his weight uncomfortably as a flush scarlet crept up his neck.

"It's complicated," Gale began.

"It's complicated for all of us given the circumstances," Shadowheart shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose as she stifled another laugh.

"Well, I suppose we will see what transpires," Gale poured himself a mug of wyvern whiskey, his back turned to Shadowheart.

"I suppose we shall." Shadowheart quipped.

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Hey guys! Gonna post chapter 4 of Moon Flower tomorrow since it's just sitting there ready to go. I'm feeling a bit better and am gonna try my hand at part 14 of the Gale x You series tomorrow.

Hope you guys are doing awesome, much love. 🫶✨️

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Another update ✨️🫶

Hey guys, wanted to thank you all for your incredible patience as part fourteen of the Gale x You smut series has been delayed.

I've intended to finish it for a few days now, but I won't lie - I'm struggling with my chronic illness as i mentioned in my previous post.

I've written a bit more today, but that's all that I could manage to do. I don't want to promise you it'll be posted tomorrow if that's not a promise I'm sure I can keep.

I want to give myself time to rest and have a break, as I don't want to push out content that's half assed or something I'm not entirely passionate about.

All I can say is I'm still here, you guys are awesome for being patient and understanding, and I'll post when I can. ✨️🫶

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Take care of yourself! 💕edging anon

Hahaha this gave me a laugh 🤣 thanks anonymous

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Update

Yall , I'm sorry. I was determined to get part 14 of the Gale x You series out today since you've all been so patient.

But rn my chronic illness is doing chronic illness thangs, and while I have a good chunk written it's thrown a wrench in finishing it tonight.

I'm hopeful to get part 14 out tomorrow, I'm sorryfor the delay and I love you all. 🫶✨️

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Another installment of the Gale x You series will be posted tonight ✨️🫶