#badlurs gate 3

[stormcallart]

Niamh the Bard getting a lil wild at the party (and astarion getting a bit messy)

[droodlebug]

i am looking........... respectfully. sure

[timothylawrence]

You are the red of the sunrise, the yellow of high noon, and the orange of sundown. If you were a song, I'd never stop singing; if you were a psalm, I'd never stop praying.

You make a damn fun dance partner, too.

[theayesphere]

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[faefineryandfabrications]

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[ryoli]

[juubli]

Here are some process shots for this one of Raphael from BG3! That magnificent bastard...

So I started out with a sketch of Raphael. He's got such a charismatic swagger doing the whole "What's better than the Devil you don't know? The devil you do" scene. I just wanted to do a caricature study and have a bit of fun.

Moving from rough sketch to clean line art is always challenging for me as I often get bored or what was originally loose and fun can become stiff.

I had to redo the linework twice because I didn't like how the first one turned out! Second time is always the charm.

I initially only planned to draw the character but I love the design of House of Hope too much, so I went back into the game and took a bunch of screen shots and sketched out the rough bg.

Then I went ahead and cleaned up the bg. At this point is when I group the layers properly, so there is a clear separation between foreground, and background as well setting up the layers for animation. (Making sure the fireplace guards overlaps the walls behind it.)

At the next stage I adding in the flat colors. I wanted to keep the style treatment of this piece more on the cell shaded/cartoony instead of super painterly. So I keep the color treatment fairly flat with a small amount of texture with the intention to add lighting as a fx overlapping treatment instead of painted in.

I work on the characters and the bgs at the same time to keep the values and color temp consistant, constantly adjusting as I go. From habit from work, I always paint the entire BG JUST incase I need to make changes or make adjustments to subject in from. Here is the bg all done, with fire painted in as a place holder.

And finally, adding the final lighting layers added on Raphael. I keep it simple here, just a redish/purple multiply player with the areas in the light masked out, and inverse mask on an orange/red overlay layer of the areas in the light.

Animating the fire took ironically the longest, the animation tools in photoshop is clunky and I haven't animated since school days. I looked up a lot of references and tutorials! It's not perfect but good enough for me!

[succubusdaydream]

By The Grace of The Moon || Astarion x Werewolf!Selunite!Reader PT2

Masterlist || Words: 2428

Part 1

AN: Hiii tysm for all the support on pt1-like I said last time, some characters may seem ooc but so far im liking how this is turning out. Reader is officially referred to as Tav at the end of this chapter! If you want to be added to a tag list, please let me know. Also I have a Gale fic in the works so be on the lookout for that <3

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The night seemed to last forever and when Gale woke up to take over patrol, sleep took just as long to grace you. It was a simple pet name. Darling. But coming from his mouth, it sounded like a symphony. You weren’t sure if he felt the same pull that you did. After all, it was only a rumor that non-Lycans could feel it. You, however, it pulled at you like a leash. And his words ran through your dreams as you tried your hardest to get even a bit of sleep.

                In the morning you’re certain that your lack of sleep was noticeable, though your group members never said anything. The scent you had awoken too wasn’t that of rosemary or brandy. ‘At least, not the MAIN scent.’ It smelt of herbs. Like a homemade soup.

                Exiting your tent, you saw Gale and Shadowheart around a now dying campfire. Over it was a simmering pot, no doubt where the smell was coming from. Stretching your back and arms, you sighed as a satisfying pop sounded from them. The noise got the attention of your associates.

                “Ahh, good morning. I hope you slept well?” Gale’s voice was the first to grace your ears as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and walked forward. You gave a nod and took the soup he had poured and extended to you. “It may not taste the best, but I worked with what we had available.”

                “Thank you, Gale. It smells great.” You sat in silence as you ate before realizing someone was missing. ‘How did I miss the most important person?’ “Where’s Astarion? Did he eat?” You looked toward his tent and caught his scent, knowing he was in there.

                Shadowheart was the one to respond. “He’s been in his tent all morning, might still be catching up beauty sleep.” She had a small smile on her face as she held out her bowl to Gale, silently asking for another helping before she turned to you. “So, what are the plans for today?”

                “Well, Zevlor asked us to speak to the Druid’s leader, Kahga. Although I don’t think she’s their real leader. He mentioned a ‘Halsin’. We’ll see what she has to say. I also want to see if I can find that Githyanki that helped me yesterday, Lae’zel.” Shadowheart was nodding to your words until you mentioned Lae’zel. At this, her face turned into that of a sneer.

                “Githyanki are dangerous company. We’ll do just fine without her.” She quickly finished her bowl and stood up, retreating to her tent to get ready for the long day ahead. You sighed and turned back to Gale, who was silently eating the last of his bowl as he shrugged at you. With a huff, you stood up and re-thanked Gale for breakfast before walking to your tent to get ready as well.

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The days after that seemed to drag on and on. Zevlor had mentioned a goblin camp nearby and with all the attacks, the druids are sealing the grove and kicking them out. So, after talking with Kahga and agreeing with another druid to find Halsin, their true leader, your group started a long and tiring trek to killing some goblins.

 You spent nearly 2 days taking out the goblins. Their leaders were the most difficult. A priestess named Gutt. A drow named Minthara. And a hobgoblin named Dror Ragzlin. Much to your sadness, they had taken hold in a Selunite temple, destroying her statues and altars. And much to Shadowhearts distaste, you had tried you best to fix one of them, kneeling and saying a prayer. You hadn’t had a shift in a few days, and each night, the moon’s brightness grew and grew. Her blessing helped you control it, but without shifting for long, you got antsy and felt the urge in your bones.

With goblin guts and blood surrounding you, your senses started to become overwhelmed. But there was one last thing you had to do before returning to the grove. Halsin. The druid’s true leader that had been captured. He was somewhere in the temple, and you had promised to find him. So, shaking everything off, your group had split up, searching different rooms before you came across one with only a few guards and worgs guarding a bear. Before you could slip out of the room, they had inevitably spotted you.

With your group split up, you were alone and outnumbered. You panicked as they rushed you and held them back as best as you could before there was a loud crash from the back of the room. The bear had broken the cell doors down and rushed to your aid, swiping some of the goblins away before shifting into a human. He must be Halsin.

“I apologize for the viscera. One should cherish all of nature’s bounty... but goblin guts are quite far down the list. Are you alright?” His voice was deep, and he towered over your frame as he helped you to your feet. You took his assistance with a huff, holding a fresh cut one of the goblins has given you on your side.

“Yes, thank you. You must be Halsin? Your grove is in danger.” Your breath was heavy, and sight blurred. You were reaching your limit for the day and wanted nothing more than to return to camp and sleep. Perhaps even under the moon.

“Yes, and I’m aware. But I cannot leave while the goblins threaten my home. I must stay here and-“ You quickly cut him off with a shake of your head.

“They’re all dead. Zevlor asked us to help take care of them so his group could safely start the trek to Baldur’s Gate.” You pointed your thumb in the direction of the door you entered through. Did the blood on my armor and cuts not give that away?

His eyes widened as he looked you over before glancing at the door. “They are? All of them? Impressive.” He paused as he processed your words fully. “Us? Are there more with you?” And as if on cue, an arrow flew between the two of you as your group entered the room.

The arrow came from Astarion’s bow, his brows furrowed as he notched another arrow. “Back away slowly, or the next one hits.” His voice held a growl and your stomach turned at his jump to defend you from a stranger. How did he know? Could he feel the pull?

Snapping out of your thoughts, you quickly walked up to your group with your hands up. “No, no! This is Halsin, he’s the Grove’s leader.” You motioned him over and continued your conversation. He had informed you of ‘true souls’ that were also infected with the mindflayer tadpoles. They were all lead to MoonRise Towers by followers of The Absolute.

With the promise of telling you more later, he swiftly left to save his grove. You turn to your group, specifically Astarion. “How did you know where to find me?” Please tell me you felt the pull. My goddess, please let him feel our connection.

He scoffs and waves you off. “This was the direction you headed. I could hear voices when I approached the door, so I called everyone over.” Dammit! “Now, let’s go. It smells awful in here and I’m sure we’re all exhausted.” He stows his bow on his back and walks out.

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                When you had eventually made your wat back to the grove, Zevlor was there to greet you at the gate. “A scout has just reported. The golbins have all been taken out. I’ve taken a collection of coin for your assistance.” He held out a small pouch and a rough backpack. “As well as some camp supplies for your group. Perhaps we’ll join you at your camp tonight for celebration?”

                You grimaced. You just wanted to sleep. Having so many people in camp would hurt your ears with how tired you were. Not only that, but the moon was also supposed to be in its full beauty tonight. You wanted to take a nice run before falling asleep under the glowing moon. “I’m sorry, Zevlor. My group and I are exhausted after that camp, perhaps tomorrow night? We’ll gather some wine and make a bigger celebration out of it, yea?”

                The smile on his face dropped but he nodded. “Tomorrow then.” With that, he walked off to help his people pack their belongings into carts. Your group walked through the grove, smiling as the refugees thanked you and praised as you made your way back to camp. When you arrived, everyone retreated into their respective tents to change out of their armor and start to wind down.

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That night, after everyone had their fill of dinner and retreated to their beds, you left yours. Looking up at the beautiful glowing moon, you sighed at the feeling of its light on your skin. Finally. What a beautiful night to run. Bless me, Selune, I shall hunt in your name.

                The woods were dark, and animals made noises all around. You had walked far from camp before finding a clearing and stretching your arms out. Feeling your bones crack and bend, you let out a groan as you fell to your hands and knees, your body reconfiguring itself. And soon enough, your body fully shifted. Your wolf was large and nearly pure white. In black, the symbol of Selune blessed your face.

                You stretched your large paws out and shook your fur. It felt great to finally be back on all fours. Lifting your snout in the air, you took a long sniff. Sure, you had eaten dinner, but if you could manage to find a good deer or boar, you could drag it back to camp the next day and simply act as if you were hunting. The wind soon carried you the scent of animals. Boar. And with the scent locked on too, you turned and took off.

                The moonlight sprinkled through the tree leaves and the wind through your fur felt like your goddess herself ran her fingers down your back. Your paws thud against the grass as you close in on the boars. It didn’t take long for you to slow, crouching as you heard the animals snorting. Peering through the bushes, you saw them. Three large boars in a group. If you were fast enough, you could take all of them down, two at most.

                Inching forward, you prepared to pounce. But as you readied your muzzle, a twig snap to your left made their head turn up before running off. Shit! You quickly pounced after them, snarling as you pushed your legs faster to catch up with your dinner. It didn’t take you long to reach them and you quickly realized one of them was slower then the other. Gotcha!

                With one final pounce, you sunk your claws and teeth into the hind legs on the slow pig, pinning it to the ground as it squealed in pain. You silenced it with a strong bite to it’s throat, ripping your head back to howl for your successful hunt. You panted as you continued your meal, the fur on your paws and muzzle coated in blood.

                Although, a breeze of wind stopped your devour. A familiar scent carried through your nose. Rosemary. Brandy. And bergamot. Astarion? Is he out here?

                Your question was immediately answered as a silky voice rang through the trees. “So. You’re the one who scared off my dinner? No problem, I’ve taken down bears twice your size.” You slowly turned your head. And there you saw him for what he was. Red eyes. Fangs. A vampire. Slave to sanguine hunger. And your natural enemy. “Ooh, what pretty markings. Too bad.”

                No. No please. My goddess, why? Have I done something to anger you? My mate is a natural enemy. He stepped closer to you, pulling his knives out and licking his fangs. “You smell delicious. I’m sure you’ll taste just as sweet.” Despite your heart breaking, it still fluttered at his words. I’m covered in pigs blood and he still thinks I smell sweet?

                Caught up in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized he lunged forward, swinging his knives. They had barely missed you as you jumped out of the way, growling in defense as you raised your hackles and bared your teeth. “There’s a good dog, give me a good fight.” He lunged again but you turned your body into him, slamming your back paws into his chest, trying your hardest not to hurt him.

                You lowered your ears and whimpered, trying to show you meant no harm. He shook off the fall and ran back at you. As he swung again, you raised your paw in an attempt to push him away but was met with a harsh sting. He had taken the movement to lodge his other knife into your stomach before pulling it out and jumping back. You let out a howl of pain before leaping for him, grabbing his arm in your jaw, and pinning him to the ground. You brought your mouth close to his face. Your drool dripped down his cheeks and you let out a roar before jumping over him and sprinting away.

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You had made it back to the clearing you shifted in. In exhaustion, you collapse into the grass and felt your bones shift back. Soon, you lay naked under the moon, your stomach bleeding, and your hands clutched to the wound. Tears left your eyes as you turned on your back, staring into the moon.

“Selune. Have I angered you? I have worshipped you my whole life. I rid your temple of goblins that defiled it. So why? Why have you blessed me with a mate deemed my natural enemy? Can I love him? Will he love me? He’s a vampire. If he finds out what I am, he’ll look at me with nothing but disgust.” If it didn’t hurt your stomach, you’d allow yourself to sob.

Time passed and you eyes started to drift as the tears stopped. But as your world went black and mind went foggy, a beautiful melody reached your ears. The melody your mate sung each time he spoke.

“Tav? Tav!”

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Masterlist || Part 1

TAGLIST: @bdudette ||

[depressedandasian]

Shadowheart and Lae'zel half-way into their personal quests:

[bloodlessdeity]

oh, i’m a magistrate back in the city. . . . it’s all rather tedious . . .

like + credit if using!

[glynrick]

Shadowheart when you bad mouth Selûne vs Shadowheart when you bad mouth Shar.

[you-dont-count]

wax me, mold me. heat the pins and stab them in

[botnasty]

Home, finally

Astarion X F!Reader

Words: 900 words

Warnings: Little angst, little fluff,

Note: I am getting rid of some of my draft and this was part of it.

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Please DNI if you are under 18! This is an 18+ blog!

Also, please don’t steal my work, on any other platform, unless you have my authorisation

Baldur’s gate. A city the whole world considers as the jewel of the universe. Lots of communities, intellectuals, but also evil lives there. It’s that evil that also took the person you cherished the most. Your “Little Star” as you knew him but Astarion has everyone else called him. It happened all too fast. One day, everything was well, and the other he had disappeared and was found dead in an alley, his blood completely drained from his body. 

You could still remember how pale he looked. His brown eyes that used to be so full of life were not blemish, void of everything he was. His lips now blue and his golden skin now turned gray. You could barely recognize your childhood friend, your first love.

You can still remember the day he was buried. The face on his mom and dad after they lost their one and only child even before he became an adult. Not handling his death well, they had decided to move away, a decision you understood completely and also did yourself. 

Baldur’s Gate may seem like the most beautiful city.

Only for to fortunate ones

For the rest, it was survival of the fittest. You had to do two jobs just to be able to afford a small home in the lower part of the city. If Astarion would still be there, you think you both would be bound as of now, ring on your finger so that the humans would understand you were taken and maybe belly round with your very first child together.

You had both planned that since you were merely children, but it was gone the day he was found in that alley. You want to curse all the Gods for all this misery.

You wiped the tears falling down your eyes. It may have been 200 years ago, but you never had been able to move on. “I brought you your favorite. Those white roses.” You placed the flower on the head of the stone where his name was engraved. The noise of the busy city fading has you went on your knees, your dress getting dirty from the mud. “I hope you like them, they cost a lot. Why did you have to love rare bloody flowers… you prissy prick” You smiled.

You kissed your finger and ran it on his name. “I miss you to this day.”

As you went to get up, a voice, a very very recognizable voice made you stop dead in your tracks. “That’s it, you thought, I knew this day was gonna come. I finally went crazy.” You close your eyes as the voice comes closer. 

“Come Tav, I have something I want to show you.” Said the all too familiar voice. 

“I’m crazy. This is it. The Absolute got a hold of me and I’ve gone mad.” You whispered to yourself, your eyes looking up at the starry night. 

“A cemetery?” Respond this Tav in this deep voice. “How cliche of you.”

“Come, Darling. I’m not going to—” You turned around when the voice finally stopped. It was him, in flesh and bone. You covered your mouth, canceling a scream. “Sweetheart?” he said when he took a deep look at you, his eyes going up and down your frame, stopping on your own eyes.

“Astarion?” You lifted up a hand to touch him, but stopped yourself midway, as if you thought he was going to bite you. “You are not real… This is not real.” You grabbed your little sachet and started walking away, your eyes never leaving the ground. “ I just need a good night of sleep and tomorrow to just go see a healer.”

“That is all, that is all.” You kept repeating walking away. A screech escaped you, when the figure of your imagination took a hold of your hand and halted you. “How?”

“Sweetheart. You are here.” He pulled you into his arm. “You really are here. I have missed you so much.” He kissed your cheek, but you wouldn’t let yourself move. He was real. He was here. Touching you. Kissing you. How dare he.

Your eyes were watering. “How dare you! How dare  you show yourself like nothing happened!” You wanted to punch, scratch, do anything for him to feel the pain you felt during all those years, but stopped when you saw his eyes. Gone were those brown eyes full of life and, in their places were two deep red eyes. Immediately, you managed to connect the dots. 

You placed a palm on his pale cheek, on the periphery of your vision, you could see Tav leaving the scene and you were grateful. “What happened to you, my love?” Your eyes were trailing in between him. “Oh, love.” And you pulled him into a hug.

“I am so very confused by that change of character, but it is a welcome one.” he said in a mocking tone and placed his hands behind your head, pulling you flush against him, your head pressed against his torso. “A lot has happened. A whole lot, but I am here now. And I am never leaving again.”

[thechaoticdruid]

YES FINALLY A GOOD CHUBBY TAV MOD!

I have been looking all over the Nexus to find a plus size Tav mod that wasn't fetishized. This is the 'plus-size Tav' mod by MangoPunch. It's a bit tricky to install so make sure you read the instructions and follow them to the letter. Finally I can make Winnie the way I want her to be in game. 🥹

[songofsoma]

the hands that heal

pairing: karlach x f!tav words: 1,385 rating: general

read it on ao3

Karlach dropped by the fire with a soft grunt, hoping nobody had heard the noise as she had used her wounded arm to balance her weight as she sat. It wasn’t anything too serious. Not when you compared it to everyone else who seemed to be dragging into camp by the skin of their teeth. 

Asking Shadowheart for a quick healing spell was out of the question since she was in the worst shape out of them all. Her sweet Daefina had aided the cleric’s journey back to camp no matter how much Karlach insisted that she help as well. She was too determined to personally see everyone back safely.

Even bloody and bruised, Daefina assisted Shadowheart to her bunk, tending to what wounds she could before letting her simply rest. Karlach watched as she murmured something, most likely a promise to come to check on her in a bit. 

It had been a brutal fight. They had started on a disadvantage by walking right into an ambush where they were severely outnumbered and the day had already been grueling, leading to exhaustion and prior injuries that needed tending to, only to get beat up some more. 

Karlach’s gaze followed Daefina as she walked, noticing the slight limp in her gait. She was so worried about everyone but herself. Though, that was hypocritical of her to say when she sat trying to mask the slash up her forearm from a sword she wasn’t able to dodge quickly enough. An old rag was wrapped around it in an attempt to stop the bleeding. 

Daefina approached the fire and sat beside Karlach with a tired sigh. It didn’t go unnoticed the way a hand rubbed her knee as if to soothe the pain away. 

“What a fucking day,” Karlach said, anxious to break the silence before it settled. 

She nodded and leaned against her. The added weight made Karlach settle back on her bad arm, failing to hold back a wince as the bloodied rag fell to the dirt. 

Daefina looked up at her, brows furrowed. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” she lied too quickly. Her lover was too keen on every little detail. 

Unconvinced, she stretched over her lap to inspect the arm propped up behind Karlach, spotting the cause despite her futile attempts to hide it. “Karlach,” she gasped, hands sliding down her bicep to try and catch the afflicted arm in her grasp. “Why didn’t you say something?”

She half shrugged as Daefina climbed over her legs to sit on her other side to inspect the injury. “Because it’s not a big deal.”

The sharp look she was given told her that was the wrong answer. “It’s a massive deal. It could get infected and then you could get sepsis and die, or we’d have to amputate—all because it was no big deal.”

Karlach dropped her head back with a defeated groan. “I just didn’t want you to worry, okay? Especially since the others were in worse shape. I’m not going to make a big thing out of a tiny cut.”

“It almost spans the entire inside of your forearm!” Daefina exclaimed in disbelief. 

Karlach only shrugged again, unsure of what to say.

She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath before saying, “Wait here.” 

There wasn’t much of a choice to do anything else as Daefina got to her feet and disappeared. Karlach stared into the fire, definitely not pouting for being scolded. She returned quickly, taking the same place by Karlach’s side, this time with a satchel and carafe of water in hand. 

Silence spanned between them as Daefina pulled fresh cloths out of the bag, soaking them with water before carefully beginning to clean the wound. Karlach’s arm was cradled gently in her lap as she worked, all her attention focused on tending the wound with the least amount of pain.

Karlach had lost count of how many battles she had fought in her life. Her entire existence after being sold to Zauriel was to fight and kill. The span of her body was littered with evidence. It didn’t just stop at the engine where her heart used to be, scars from poorly healed wounds covered her skin and the flesh on her right shoulder was a gnarled mess of burn scars. Runes had even been carved into her horns, marking her as property of the Hells. There was no tender care where she came from. There was only survival. To nurse wounds meant death. She carried on, no matter how bad, for her own survival. So being cared for in such a manner was foreign to her. She wasn’t used to her well-being becoming a priority to someone. 

Hells, she wasn’t used to being loved.

Karlach watched quietly as Daefina gently patted the gash dry before tossing the bloody towel to the side. She twisted to dig in her satchel and produced a jar that smelled strongly of herbs when the lid was popped open. 

She met the curious gaze and smiled softly. “A poultice to help staunch any more bleeding,” Daefina explained, spreading a thick layer over her forearm. “It’ll also help keep it clean and heal.”

Karlach nodded, fascinated by her actions.

Daefina began to bind her arm with bandages, keeping the poultice in place. She did it was such care, asking if it was too tight and double-checking that it was secure when she finished. “Now,” she mused, wiping her hands on her pants. “Was that so difficult?”

“No.” She examined the druid’s handiwork. It was almost as if she could feel the wound already beginning to heal. Or maybe that was all in her head. “I’m just…” Karlach trailed off for a moment, unsure if she should finish her sentence.

“Just?” Daefina prompted.

She rolled her lips together anxiously before continuing. “Not used to being cared for.”

Her face turned into one of understanding and then into sorrow. “Oh, Karlach,” Daefina whispered, crawling onto her lap to draw her into a hug. “You are everything to me. I love you so much that sometimes it scares me. It hurts me to see you hurt, but it hurts even more when you think you don’t deserve to be cared for.”

Karlach sank into the embrace, nuzzling her face into her neck. She smelt of sweat and the earth and Karlach savored it before resting her head on Daefina’s shoulder. That scent meant she was alive and close to her. “I love you too. I just don’t know how to be looked after yet. I’m so used to having to watch my own back that I don’t know how to let someone else do it too.”

“It’ll take time, but you and I have forever to figure that out.” She planted a kiss on Karlach’s temple, fingers beginning to run through her hair. “But no matter what, I will always be here to look out for you. It’s my job as your girlfriend, you know.”

She chuckled. “Didn’t know that came in the contract, but I’ll take it.”

“You better,” Daefina teased and pulled back, tucking a wild strand of hair behind Karlach’s ear, her thumb lingering to run over its pointed shell. “I’m serious, though. I love you too much to lose you. Please at least try to let me help.”

Karlach’s hands fell onto her hips as Daefina straddled her. They were so close that their noses nearly brushed together. “I’ll do my best.”

“And that’s all I’m asking.” She kissed her once before patting her shoulder and standing. “Now, go get ready for bed. I need to check on Shadowheart first, but I want to be the little spoon tonight.”

“But I’ll already be in bed and I’m injured, so don’t I get dibs on the little spoon?” Karlach grinned.

Daefina narrowed her eyes at her. “Fine, but only because you’re an invalid.”

Karlach snorted a laugh and caught her hand before she could get too far, beckoning her to bend down for one more parting kiss. “Maybe I’ll even be naked.”

That made her roll her eyes, but a smile couldn’t be stopped. “Don’t even think about it. I’m too exhausted to handle you tonight and you know I can’t resist you.”

She watched Daefina cross their camp, smiling the entire time.

[trashyvolty]

Inktober 15 : dagger