Stuffed with explosives. Still adorable.

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Astarion always smiles at Tav. He says such nice things every time he drinks from her. He calls her darling. That has to mean something, right? No one has ever called her darling before.

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A naive Tav gets cruelly rejected by Astarion at the tiefling party, which leaves her heartbroken. Soon, he realizes his mistake – but it might just be too late to fix it.

A snippet to whet your appetite:

Breakfast is the worst. Tav knew it would be the worst, but she can't just hide in her tent either. They'll know something's wrong. They'll talk. So there she sits, wedged between Wyll and Gale, trying her damnedest to keep what little she has eaten on the inside. Her head throbs in time with her pulse, as though her heart has squeezed its way up into her neck and is pounding on the door to her brain. Her hands are shaking so badly she can barely hold onto her plate of scrambled eggs. Her skin is coated in a sheen of cold sweat. She has never felt so sick in her life. Then there's him. Astarion stands a few paces from the campfire, leaning back against a tree. One leg loosely crossed over the other, eyes on the dagger he's idly been sharpening all morning, perfectly disinterested in the chatter. He didn't so much as glance up when Tav tottered over to join the others. She's there, too. Lae'zel. Cold, aloof, reeking of disdain. Thankfully, she sits as far from him as she does from Tav. Gods, had they spent the morning cuddling and smooching instead… But no, the morning has been been quiet and uneventful. Mercifully so. "Sooooo…" Across the fire from her, Karlach elbows the githyanki with a shit-eating grin on her face. "You and Fangs, huh?"

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