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Clairice belongs to the lovely @barbwillbrb I'm so glad she enjoys this Tav ship as much as I do.
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Sunrise had slowly illuminated the camp and Isadora was already fighting the siren song of curling back in her bedroll. She was sitting on one of the logs Karlach brought back a few days ago after the last ones became cinders. Camp was lively despite Isa's groggy state as Gale chopped ingredients, Scratch played fetch, and Lae'zel sharpened her sword on the wheel grinder. She didn't notice Clairice sneaking up behind her.
Clairice wrapped her arms around Isa's shoulders. Isa leaned back enjoying the warmth of her skin and the subtle notes of cologne dancing around her every move. The mix of juniper, amberwood, nutmeg, and what Isa swore was vanilla fit Clairice perfectly. Sure the cologne was stolen from someone but that didn't matter in the strange moments like this. Clairice finally let go and curled up next to her. The sunlight was hitting at the perfect angle to make Clairice's eyes look like blue topazes. Gods she was gorgeous. Clairice smirked. Shit I spaced out and was staring at her face again. She wasn't sure who but someone started brewing coffee as the dripping sound blocked out most of the background noise. The only other thing she heard was Clairice's heartbeat and occasional humming.
By time Rackal brought two empty mugs and the serving pot over the two of them were pushing the definition of personal space. He said nothing but did raise an eyebrow at Isa. She looked to make sure her shirt wasn't inside out or missing entirely before realizing she likely was glaring daggers for a split second. The items were set on the stump that was the closest to a table they'd get in the wilderness.
"Sit tight princess gotta make your elixir of life palatable," Clairice said, pulling out a bottle with a dark purple syrup.
Isadora watched as Clairice altered the coffee with the syrup and felt a heat rush to her face with the bottle trick. Maybe it was a delayed response to being called princess or even the fact she remembered the time Isa mentioned how much she missed lavender lattes.
"Careful those skills would make any bar resort to sketchy means to have you. I'd have to rescue you,"she giggled and took the mug from her hands.
"Princess I'd be fired before you even got your boots on. Besides they'd definitely prefer having someone pretty just sitting there. I'd have to check pockets of course for your safety, no other motives," Clairice said.
Isadora sipped on coffee and smiled. While it wasn't a latte it had the right flavors to hit the spot. She closed her eyes letting the aroma take her and for a moment she was back in the little cafe right on the border of the upper and lower city. The ping of a metal pin coming loose made her finish her coffee before the braided bun decided to fall.
Later in the day Isadora, Karlach, Astarion, and Shadowheart were rushing back from meeting with a lead that went south. The lead decided to call Isadora princess after her warning of call me that again if you want to get hit. Shadowheart teased her with oh I thought you liked being called princess on the way back. At the least it would get the wine stockpile enough to fuel a noble's hedonistic party for our troubles. During the fight that broke out Isa's magic had a surge that took out the last pins she had for her buns. She was more upset over the pins breaking than the bad information they received. By time they reached camp her buns had fallen and unraveled.
She sulked a bit to her tent to figure out an alternative style. Her hands quickly worked to remove the twin braids. Isadora hummed as she took a comb through her hair. Maybe a five strand braid, reverse fishtail braid or a cage braid. The sounds of alcohol bottles being opened momentarily distracted her from the sectioning of her hair. About half way through the five strand braid Clairice slinked in drink in hand.
"Want a sip? I found everything to make a cocktail."
"Only if I don't have to let go of my sectioning,"she said, her fingers nimbly moving the entire time.
"Would you like me to play with your hair? I might end up pulling it Princess," she said playfully.
" Oh isal nikym that just means my hair is in very capable dexterous hands," she leaned closer to Clairice as she spoke.
Clairice placed the fingers of her free hand onto Isa's where the sections were held apart. Isadora took the cocktail from her other hand and took a sip. While it was technically a cocktail it was mostly alcohol with a bit of sweet lemon syrup. She wasn't sure why she expected anything different. Clairice wasn't even braiding her hair just playing with it. Her touch was surprisingly light even when she brushed against her ears. Every touch of Clairice's fingers along her ears sent a shiver down her spine.
"How much of your drink can I steal?"
" Enough for a shot princess. I'll make us more unless you want a sweet red wine," she smirked as she finished unbraiding her hair.
" I can handle my liquor. You were supposed to braid it," she took another sip of the drink pouting slightly.
" Let your hair down at least for tonight it looks amazing when free.You're a sorcerer by time a hypothetical enemy from an ambush reaches you we have bigger issues as it means Rackal and Karlach are downed,"she said gesturing towards the tent flaps.
Something about her glance in the mirror intrigued Isa as for a split second there was something she couldn't place. Isadora stood up and leaned on Clairice's shoulder momentarily while she maneuvered around that one annoying spot where the pole always tried giving her a concussion regardless of the height she set it to. On her way out she failed to notice one of her fingers as it brushed along Clairice's jawline. Isa followed Clairice to where Rackal and a few others had made a makeshift bar. She sat down and chugged the drink making sure to leave a shot for Clairice.
"You're seriously trusting Clairice to be your bartender," Rackal said, sounding as if he was delivering a warning.
"I can hold my liquor and plan to keep up with her. Besides, what's the worst that can happen?"
Rackal looked as if was reliving a near death experience before he responded, "At least drink water if you're going trust her to bartend."
"I've never gotten you killed from mixing drinks," Clairice said, mixing together a new drink.
Isa looked down at the cup in her hand with lipstick smudged on the rim. Fuck I probably look a mess if it's smudging like this.
"Clairice, do you want a new cup? My lipstick is all over this one."
" Thought it was smudge proof," she said, handing the cup to Isa.
" Well I'm sorry I lacked a way to test it when I bought it. I'll bring you next time and make sure you're wearing your lightest colored top. Just don't blame me when you get lipstick stains you can't get out of the collar."
Wyll almost choked on his wine as he laughed. Clairice froze momentarily then focused on the drink she was pouring. She handed the almost empty cup to Clairice. That sounded better in my head. The drink Clairice made this time was even stronger and what Isadora assumed was whiskey hit the back of her throat. About three maybe four drinks later Isa snapped her fingers together summoning a magical box that could play music. The box had a rainbow of colors pulsing to the beat of the music. She wiggled her nose and made it start playing an upbeat song from a bard group she saw live what felt like an eternity ago.
"That's fucking amazing soldier," Karlach said poking it with her hand.
" Going to put me and Alfira out a job princess."
" I could never do that isal nikym. It's easier than using the tadpole. But it's fickle magic that only I can create. Also let's everyone add to it."
She sipped on her drink as Karlach was roping people into dancing. Three songs later a song she hadn't thought of in ages played. Gods last time I heard this I was dancing on the bar. She briefly thought of dragging Clairice into a seedy dive bar then pulling her on top of the bar top and pulling her into a kiss afterwards. Before she could blush she shoved that idea to the back of her mind praying it would vaporize. I'm just reading too much into everything she does, touched starved, and anyone can see she's attractive.
Clairice was leaned against a log occasionally stealing glances at Isa. You know what fuck it. She jumped up and motioned for Clairice to follow her. She downed the last bit of her drink and followed Isa.
"Are you stealing me to go to your tent? You can at least get me dinner if you are," Clairice said playfully.
"Just follow my movements and don't trip me. I'd hate to end up needing healing because the rogue lied about their musical skills and couldn't find the beat."
Stop picturing her in her bra and boxers on your bedroll you're just friends even if that was the first thought to pop into your brain. She led Clairice to a spot by the fire and swayed her hips. Isadora kept going by tapping her right heel then left one. Clairice's eyes held an intense gaze as they wandered up and down her body. She flipped her hair before sliding to the right. Once she hit the spot she dropped low while rolling her hips. Clairice took a deep breath as if she was gathering her thoughts before she followed along. Occasionally Clairice would bump a hip into Isa pretending it was an accident feigning innocence. Neither of them noticed Shadowheart and Astarion starting a betting pool. The music changed as Karlach figured out how to add music to the box.
Isa grabbed water and hit it with an ice spell before taking a sip. She sat by Karlach, Rackal, and Wyll who were playing a card game. Shadowheart's laugh echoed across camp at something Clairice said. She wasn't sure how much time had passed between the red wine she had gotten into and multiple rounds of a card game she wasn't sure she was playing correctly. While she could still walk a mostly straight line her brain had turned the flirty demeanor up to a ten and Clairice was a frequent spector in her thoughts.
" So what does isal nikym even mean you call Clairice it all the time," Wyll asked why shuffling the deck.
"If you literally translate it means honey dagger. More accurately it means honeysuckle or honey flower. It fits her as she's fairly resistant to both frost and fire just like the plant Plus she's gotten hit by my magic in combat for both elements. Haven't figured out nicknames for the rest of camp," she said trying to hide how nervous this made her.
"That's a sweet reason for a nickname," Wyll said, dealing the next round.
"I wasn't trying to be sweet, I'm just bad at nicknames. She calls me princess. I had to come up with a nickname for our banter or it would get weird," she said, crossing her arms.
"Are you certain that's the only reason for the nickname, " Rackal said his tone trying to nudge her into something what she wasn't exactly sure of.
"As sure as my winning streak has been against you. Sure she's hot but so is 99 percent of camp anyone with eyes could tell you that. You just want me distracted this round," she took a sip out of the wine bottle she was nursing.
Rackal rolled his eyes and gave a look of keep lying I'm just not going to pry more. Was he prying on Clairice's behalf ? There's no way I'm even in her radar, the only explanation is we're all just drunk teasing each other. When cards devolved into Karlach just laughing at everything she went to find a new spot. Her eyes immediately found Clairice by the fire. The gremlin part of her brain made a decision before any other part could tell her this was a horrible idea.
She walked directly to Clairice with a determination she wouldn't have had even two drinks ago. Isadora placed her left knee between both of Clairice's legs, her right on the other side of one leg, and leaned in close to her. Clairice was studying her face, unsure what exactly to expect from Isa. Her left hand rested on Clairice's muscular thigh tracing small circles with her fingertips.
" Was this a condition of losing cards?"
" Absolutely not, I'm here of my own free will," she said, fluttering her eyelashes for a moment.
A strand of Clairice's hair fell into her face and with her free hand she moved it back behind Clairice's ear. Her fingertips were gentle as they brushed against one of Clairice's scars in the process. Isadora leaned in closer so her words would only be their secret.Clairice's throat bobbed as she swallowed the faintest hint of color flushing her cheeks.
" Should I turn into a cat since I seem to have stolen your ability to speak? Your wit is one my favorite things about you Clairice. You're gorgeous on top of that. But the effortless wit is more intoxicating than red wine and whiskey flowing through me right now. Isal nikym I don't give a damn what anyone says otherwise your eyes would be the prettiest jewels for you to steal if you could. You don't get told how pretty you are enough especially while we're bantering. Unless it's more than bantering to you if it is just say the word and you can ruin my lipstick," her words flowed out softly and her body kept just close enough Clairice couldn't pull her closer but still within her personal space.
"Princess I'm not going to tell you my answer until you've sobered up," she was fumbling over her words and trying to lean in closer to Isa.
"You don't have an answer which I get you have a pretty woman holding your wit hostage. Must be a major loss for the brilliant Clairice Orro,"Isa made sure part of her lips brushed against Clairice's skin as she pulled away while saying her name.
Before Clairice could say anything she grabbed her hat that was placed on the log. She smirked as she placed it on her head. Isa intentionally wiggled her hips as she walked away as she would've to make a skirt flutter just right. Clairice took a swig out of her drink trying to figure out what in the hells just happened.
After a bit Clairice recovered enough to speak again, "Fuck she even stole my hat."
Rackal brought some cut up fruit to Clairice. He looked ready to say something.
" Don't even say a word Rackal. She's clearly just drunk, it's nothing more than banter."
"Right, just banter. She insisted you also get a snack if we were going to make her have food."
" She's not drunk enough to need a babysitter but fine for her sake I'll take it."
The next morning when Isa woke up with Clairice's hat in her tent she almost screamed as the realization of what she said hit her harder than Karlach raging. She wanted to fight the gremlin part of herself that overroded every other part including rational thinking because it was choosing to cause problems. Isadora swore she'd find some way to play it off as their usual banter once the urge to turn into a lizard then crawl under a rock subsided. She was certain the alcohol was what caused everything and not a crush on Clairice surfacing.
