#dotyaps

I wonder how long he battled with himself before he decided "fuck it, let's snack on Tav", what pushed him to risk getting found out like that instead of just catching some prey in the woods like before? How hungry was he??

Aka: how i met Karlach and how she nearly squad wiped my whole party

The tadpole's in everyone's brains are doing hell knows what but they can't be good, so when Tav decides to make camp already again?? Just a couple days into their venture most companions are a bit annoyed. Their priority should be to get going and of course sleep is needed to heal, they *get* that, frustatingly so, but it doesn't help the fact that they're seemingly wasting time. Now Astarion is also a bit fuzzy about making camp almost every night, like really? On the other hand tho he's relieved, he's hungry, famished even, and finally he has a chance to break from the group with no unwanted attention. It's been too little time for building trust with anyone, he's surprised to be travelling with the lot at all after pulling a knife on Tav when they'd first met, so sneaking off would only have risen their suspicions. He needed to be careful and camp was the perfect opportunity

It was fairly easy to just walk off without waking anyone, after fighting that hostile group in the chapel ruins everyone's beat and tired and just plain right exhausted; add some fugly undeads that had risen just to protect a useless cryp to the equationd and sure enough you've got a party in due time for a nap. So, off he goes, in the wee hours of the night, stalking whatever prey he can find in his limited time. It took him some running about, distancing himself from the party to hide his tracks, deeper into the forest, to finally find a fat boar unassuming and Astarion could not wait any longer so he pounced on his prey. It was a hasty ordeal, not at all satisfying but it would suffice, at least until they made camp again

A few days go by and to be honest Astarion had already forgotten about his evidence left in the middle of the woods but by the hells, when Tav leads them away from the Druid's camp at the Hollow and straight into the forest, Astarion can't do anything but hope that they'd not come across the boar's corpse. Luck of course this time around is not on his side and his annoyance spikes when Tav takes a quick look at the cadaver, like they do with every other dead fucking animal. He hears them mumble about it being strange that it's dead because "it looks healthy" but it's dead now. No health can help that. Of course he gets nervous about Tav prodding around, pondering and wondering and it's annoying him. Not really, actually he's a bit anxious to be found out so he tries to distract her by being a bit more snippy and sarcastic than needed be.

"The pig is dead my friend, staring at it won't bring it back. We'll never fix these brain worms if we stop and gawk at every piece of carrion you find."

Maybe it's because they're a druid, bound to nature and such, or maybe it was his mistake for getting a bit snarky at this particular boar... they just give him a glance before kneeling and inspecting the boar for wounds. The whole party's infested with mindflayer parasites happily munching away at their thoughts and Tav is concerned about a dead boar? For what. But it just seems to fit perfectly to them so he should have expected so. He watches them gawk at the stupid beast and then their gaze gets stuck on something. Shit. They actually noticed those two tiny puncture wounds? Honestly impressive, especially on a hairy boar. But shit still. He needs to know what they're thinking because fuck fuck fuck

"And is it dead enough for you?"

"These marks look strange. Do you recognise them?"

Ah shit. They ask it in such a manner too... With that undertone, as if accusing him of withholding information. As if they knew that he knew what happened. This is bad. Can't even lie, he is a bit panicking at this point. Mostly inwardly but it does slip out in the slightest stutter and the way his eyes involuntarily open up. He would love to think over his answer and calculate the risks of what informations he could bare to share, what knowledge he'd be wise to reveal and which to keep under wraps but he's kind of under a timely limit so there was no time to actually think, like hello? The other party members aren't paying that much attention thankfully, more interested in the noises and chatter from nearby but Tav does not stray her attention from him. So he sort of just blurts something out

"I-" he stutters. he reveals they're from a vampire. If he had a beating heart it surely would be loud enough for Tav to hear by now. He rambles on, offering to take the first watch, to protect them for the night but then he pushes them once more to get fucking going. After he's said his piece he shuts his mouth, anxious to know their reaction. Would they find him out? Did he give too much away?? Maybe they're a deceitful one and actually noticed him sneaking away nights ago. His mind is racing with miles and miles of scenarios. Ways she would kill him on the spot, accuse him of evading the location and his efforts to dismiss the cadaver, would she assume it was him or would she simply know already? What if that little tadpole rascal in their brains connected and she could read his mind?? So many thoughts and fears that have him stand frozen solid before her, trying to convince her he's nonchalant by forcibly relaxing his muscles. There is so little trust between them yet, surely Tav would kill him for finding out he's a Vampire. What was there to lose for them if he was dead? Truly dead..

The seconds seem to drag on for uncomfortably long eternity, yet all she does is stare at him for mere moments and then she too just turns away from him, gifting her attention to the voices coming from nearby.

Also me: i can't use this word, i already used it five pages before! It'll be like i only know this one phrase and then my story'll be boring and no one will read it and i hate it--

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