POV: you see your heretical 8 year old son in the street
Art of my Tav Athanasius as a child (with the simplest fucking background I could throw together, I hate backgrounds). He is my blorbo and I love rotating him in my head.
In drawing this piece I was thinking about if elf children are like kittens and have extra big ears that they have to grow into. Also his freckles extend to his ears and this brings me a lot of joy.
The backstory behind this piece, if anyone is interested:
His parents were Lathander worshippers and friends and patrons of Rosymorn monastery. His mother had actually switched to Lathander's faith when marrying his father, and originally worshipped the traditional god of the elves, even though elvish had barely been passed down in the family after several generations of living in Baldur’s gate.
They had promised to send their second son to join the monastery when he was old enough to make the journey with some traders. When this son was born they even named him after one of the great figures in the church of Lathander, the Monk known as Athanasius i confessoris, or Athanasius the confessor, known to the elves as Athanasius an aidmheil.
But Athansius felt uneasy about being shipped off to the monastery, as he did not feel a strong faith towards Lathander, and did not want to give up his freedom. But whenever he and his parents had passed the temple of Tymora in the upper city he felt a strange pull towards the image of the smiling lady.
So a few days before his planned departure he ran away from home in the middle of the night and turned up on the temple of Tymora’s doorstep. The high priest found him asleep there the next morning and when he pleaded to be allowed to join the temple as an initiate he told him that there is no reward without risk, and asked if he was willing to be tested.
The test of whether a child is favoured by Tymora, is that they are brought into a room in the inner sanctum of the temple and seated before a blind priestess, who quickly makes a neat, diagonal cut across the child’s face with a fine, delicate knife. If she misses the eyes and marks the center, it is a sign that the child is favoured by Tymora and will be able to rise high in the ranks of the temple. If the left eye is damaged, they can still join, but will be more limited in station. If the right eye is cut, they are refused entry, and sent instead to the temple of Ilmater to be taken in there, so that the crying one can protect them from Beshaba’s influence.
Athanasius passed the test and joined the temple as an initiate. Being marked in this way also helped to deter thieves or kidnappers when the children were out at market or playing in the streets, because favourable luck was so crucial to successful crime that most criminals would avoid harming a child of Tymora and angering her.
It was perhaps this ritual that angered his parents to the point of disowning him entirely, since the monastery would never accept a child marked by another temple, and the style of cut was distinctive.
The first time they glimpsed him in public (after looking for him for weeks) his father ran up to him with relief and grasped him by the shoulders, only to look into his face and realize what he had done. Initially, he was furious and started shouting, but then he appeared to calm down and was simply like, come Elena, I was mistaken; this child is not our son. And that was the last time his parents ever spoke to him; after that whenever they encountered one another in the street both parent and child would turn their faces away and pass one another in silence.
I have published the first in a series of fics featuring his time with the party on Ao3, called “A Servant of Tymora” ^^
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I made a little concept sketch for a larger drawing I want to do and I’m kind of obsessed?
Born from me headcannoning that my Tav Athanasius has a back tattoo and thinking about how Tav’s hair would grow over the course of the story until Astarion gets fed up and grabs his scissors…
They are in love btw
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