My dearest @turidtorkilsdottir tagged me in the last line written challenge (thanks honey😘🤗) and I shall gladly accept it. Buuuuut I feel cheeky today😁, so I will bend the rules a bit🫣😅. The original rules are posting the last line written and tagging as many people as there are words in that line.
Instead of that I will give you the last paragraph I wrote and I will tag my one and only @scott-ch, as well as @captastra, @paxvoik2, @durgeapologist and @nyx-de-riva (as always, no pressure!💕). Anyone else who wants to join in, please do post your entries!🤗
The following paragraph is from a multi chapter WIP that I started about a year ago and now I have picked it back up😊. Nothing has been published yet and I don't know if I ever will🤷🏻♀️. This snippet I wrote is for Baldur's Gate 3, more precisely my OC Mallory (not the actual Tav) and Minsc who I have a verrrry soft spot for❤️!
Here we go:
...Mallory felt like she couldn't breathe. She was crying so hard it was causing her body to shake. A pain unlike anything she'd ever felt before held her heart in a vice grip. And it hurt so much that she ended up kneeling on the ground, bending over and wrapping her arms around herself. Desperate for this hurt to fade. For any kind of comfort really. She didn't hear the heavy footsteps as they approached her. First surefootedly, then hesitantly. Minsc had found her and he seemed to be hesitant to close the gap between them. Maybe he feared spooking her, or he just didn't fancy dealing with a heartbroken woman. Whatever his reasons, he was taking his time, closing up to the crying Mallory.
"What can I do? Do you need a potion?....Shall I go and get Shadowheart?" He asked worriedly, once he was standing right in front of her.
"No! Wait! Please..... don't leave!" Mallory whimpered, holding up a hand to stop him from leaving.
"Hush, my friend! If you want Minsc to stay, he will not leave your side!"...
(Pls excuse the formatting! In my document on my phone it was one consecutive paragraph😅).
Here's a picture of Mal and Minsc if you are curious ☺️
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Fanfic time: Zevlor X Allandra (OC/Tav) - I'm not gonna say goodbye
AN: Hello and welcome to this little fanfic snippet I teased in my Zevlor Chibi post. I have finally found the courage to post it. I am from Germany, so English is not my native language. I hope you all don’t mind too much. I’ve tried to make as little typos and errors as possible, but hey,…I have no beta, I die like Kanon. Actually, I have written fanfiction since I can remember, but I normally don’t publish my writing. Yet, with the BG3 community, I feel like being brave and sharing my stuff for a change.
This is really only a short snippet. Mostly a dialogue, I imagined my Tav Allandra and Zevlor having after freeing him in the Mindflayer colony. I was so disappointed and sad when he wouldn’t come with me, I had to let it out some way.
I have more little snippets for Zevlor and Allandra saved on my phone. If people are interested, I could post them. As well as snippets and scenes for many other BG cuties. In my headcanon, Allandra confessed to Zev at the camp celebration, that she spared Minthara. This is another snippet I wrote. Also, I imagined her and some of the Tieflings who did not condemn Zev to hold a little ceremony at Last Light Inn. Please let me know what you think! :) Now without further ado… here we go!
XOXO Cary
I'm not gonna say goodbye
“Is that-?” Zevlor asked, his brows raised in question as he looked past Allandra at the female Drow, caught in conversation with Astarion.
“Minthara, yes!” Allandra confirmed his suspicion.
“After our raid of the camp, she was brought to Moonrise Towers, where Ketheric Thorm himself sentenced her to death for her alleged failure!" she explained the Drow’s presence.
“And you saved her anew?” Something akin to surprise crossed Zevlor’s features, but it lasted only a second, before his face turned solemn once more.
“I had to! It was I who brought about her failure in the first place!” The human woman raised her hands in a helpless gesture.
“You did not owe her anything!” Zevlor insisted. And he was right, of course, but Allandra still had her reasons as for why she’d helped Minthara a second time.
“I know, but after I freed her of the Absolute! Of their mind control, I saw that it was worth it! I know that she has committed heinous acts and that her people are despised by most...and I do not plan on fixing her or anything! I am not that naïve! All I know is that she is fighting for the right thing now! She's on our side!”
Her voice shook with emotion as she spoke. That little spark of hope she’d felt, when Minthara had accompanied her back to her camp, however small it might be, flickering within her heart. For a short moment, a heavy silence fell over the Tiefling commander and the human woman. Allandra’s gaze travelled back and forth between Zevlor’s burning infernal eyes and his bloodied armour.
“She is a paladin?!” the man in question suddenly asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.
“Yes! And one hell of a fighter!” Allandra didn’t even try and conceal the admiration she felt for the former Drow commander. There was no denying, that Minthara was a force to be reckoned with.
“Then I hope that she will make use of the second chance you have granted her!” Zevlor let out a heavy sigh, redirecting his gaze to Allandra’s face. “I hope she will keep you safe!”
The moment, his words set in with her, Allandra’s smile faltered. Unease welled up within her gut.
“Wait!....wait...Zevlor...are you not coming with us?” she inquired, looking at him closely.
Zevlor shook his head.
“I can't!” he breathed out, his eyes focusing on the ground in front of his feet, for he could no longer hold Allandra’s searching gaze.
“What?!” her voice rose and her eyes widened. “Then....okay....of course you do not have to!” A nervous laugh left her lips “This is not your fight after all!-“
“It is!” he cut her off, much more harshly than he’d intended to. A little softer, he tried anew. “It is, but I already lost it!”
“Nonsense!” Allandra shook her head, sending her messy brown hair flying. “You're alive!”
“Thanks to you!”
Ignoring his last words, the human woman tried reasoning with him. Maybe he would see reason? He had to! “If you cannot come with us, then...at least head back to our camp! It's just outside the towers. On the outskirts of Reithwin!”
“I can't!”
“Just....you won't miss it! It's not much, but you can rest there! And Gale will be there to heal you!”
Her words were all but tumbling from her lips, her heart growing heavy within her chest. Why was Zevlor being so stubborn?
“Allandra, I can't! I am sorry to... disappoint you any further! You must think me so ungrateful! Hells, I am truly sorry, but this is how it must be!”
“But....where will you go? What will you do now?” Allandra demanded to know, for she simply had to know. She’d spent way too many hours worrying about him. Wondering, grieving. Not again!
“I.... honestly, I don't know!” Zevlor confessed, dropping his arms down to his sides. “But...one thing I can promise you ...I will not do anything stupid...if that is what you're worried about!”
“You.... you're not making much sense, Zevlor! Yes, I am worried! Maybe we should...let me take you back to camp! Gale will give you a quick check up, just to be safe and if you still want to leave afterwards...well then I cannot hold you back, can I?”
Allandra tried but failed to convince him. The more he refused, the more inclined she felt to change his mind. He clearly was not being himself right now. And though she would not blame him, with what he’d been through, his reluctance to accept her help was slowly but surely wearing her down.
“Do not waste your resources on me! Go! I bet your companions are already waiting for you! I have no right to steal any more of your time!”
“You're not! And I'm not letting you leave when you're like this!”
If he could be stubborn und unreasonable, the so could she!
“Like what?” he asked. As if he had no idea of how much she cared.
“Like....like... you're so full of self-loathing!” There! She’d said it. Because what was the point in beating around the bush?
“Warranted!” Zevlor just shrugged.
“What happened to you was not your fault!”
“Oh yes it was! I wish it wasn't!” His eyes flew up to her face and he looked right at her, right into her soul with his blazing infernal eyes. And it caused Allandra’s heart to skip a beat.
“I wish,” he carried on, “I could be like you! That I could forgive so easily! That I had a heart full of mercy! But the crime I committed! The betrayal! The lives I destroyed! There is no redemption for that!”
“Not if you fight it! If you refuse it!”
“You really should go now!”
“Just.....just look at Minthara! We both know of the things that she did. She was not herself when under the absolute's spell!” Maybe comparing the two was a stupid idea, but Allandra was grasping at straws now.
“I do! And I dearly hope that she will honour your mercy!” Zevlor’s gaze remained as unwavering as his resolve. His face was a blank mask at this point and Allandra felt that close to bursting into helpless tears.
“That's not!...I do not want her...or you...or anybody else to honour me...like I'm some kind of saint! Because I ain't nothing like that!" she whined with her voice becoming embarrassingly thin.
For the second time, they both fell silent. And the silence felt suffocating and deafening. Eventually, Allandra had to accept defeat. Zevlor would not be coming with her! He would not join her in the fights to come! Her heart gave a painful tug inside her chest before it sunk to the bottom of her stomach. Once again, somebody would be leaving her. For the umpteenth time in her life, somebody was going to walk out on her. And there was apparently nothing that she could do, to prevent it from happening.
“So... that's it then? You're just gonna...vanish?” she asked, her big blue eyes searching his tired face for any signs that he might yet change his mind. “I really don't wanna weigh you down any further, but... it's not fair, you know?! I mourned for you! Back in the Shadow-Cursed Lands! We...we held a fucking service in your memory! And with 'we', I mean the people you think no longer care about you! Bex, Dannis, Alfira, the ...the kids! But... alright, if that is what you want then....so be it!”
Oh, she really was being unfair and she knew it, but once she’d let him in on her hurt feelings, she felt somewhat lighter.
“I do not need to! It is you who needs to do that!” Maybe this kind reminder would help him see reason. But it did not!
“Take care Allandra! May the gods be with you!” Zevlor spoke, crushing her remaining hopes.
“I'm not gonna say goodbye!” she shook her head, “Instead....I guess I wish you well and...here...at least, take this!”
Reaching into one of her coat pockets, she pulled out a small bottle, filled with a healing potion.
“Allandra, I-“ Zevlor wanted to refuse, but she wouldn’t accept any further contradictions.
“Take it! Please!”
Hesitantly, Zevlor took a step forward, closing the gap between them. Once he was within arm’s reach, Allandra held out the bottle. He wrapped his fingers around it. For a second, Allandra refused to let go. She held on to the bottle and she reached out with her other hand, to grab his wrist. Even through the thick material of her leather gloves, she could feel the heat radiating off of him. A strong reminder of his infernal blood. Her heart was racing once again, as she looked up into his eyes.
“If we live to see another day, we will be heading for Baldur's Gate next! There is a tavern there...the Elfsong! I used to go there often before this whole tadpole madness! I shall hope it still stands! Maybe...one day you wanna find me there?” Oh, she hated how much her voice shook and how needy she sounded in that very moment.
“I will keep it in mind!” Zevlor nodded and though it was no promise, it sparked a tiny flicker of hope within the human woman’s heart.
Reluctantly, she let go of his hand, just as Minthara returned to her side, to inquire what was taking her so long.
“Allandra! What in the hells is taking you so long? Does the Tiefling need a special invitation?”
“He's not coming with us!” she informed her Drow companion with a rueful expression.
“He's not?”
“No, Minthara... please...” Allandra hoped that Minthara would just drop the subject as to not hurt her any further. It was a surprise really that she had not yet started to cry.
“I see! ...Come now! Ketheric Thorm is not going to kill himself!” Minthara stated so matter-of-factly, that under different circumstances, this would’ve caused Allandra to chuckle. But with her emotions so on edge right now, it was not a soft chuckle that left her mouth. Allandra let out an incredulous laugh, before following Minthara towards the next chamber. Looking over her shoulder, she threw Zevlor one last sincere smile.
It's still day 2 of the Illario appreciation week by @captastra and I just couldn't help myself. Here's another entry for day 2. This time it's the sfw prompt "on a contract". 💓
I don't own any of the characters mentioned in this, except for my Rook Juice. I'm just burrowing the lesser Dellamorte for some fun😅. English is not my native language, so please be gentle. 😊
Illario is wasting his days away in prison, thinking this is it. There is no way out for him. That is until Julice shows up unexpectedly with a rather interesting contract.
Read here under the cut😊
Out on a contract
"What is this?" Illario asked, one of his brows raised in question at the slip of paper, Julice, or rather Rook, was holding out to him.
He'd stopped calling her by her actual name and reverted to using the alias he knew she secretly hated. As a punishment of sorts. A means to hurt her.
"Take it!" She prompted him, looking pale and miserable and, dare he say it, scared?
Waving the paper in front of his face, as if that would be enough to erase their troubled past, or the fact that he'd cursed her and literally hurt her. The still healing scar on the side of her neck was a cruel reminder of that.
He'd actually gone for her throat. In his blind rage, fuelled by the poison Elgar'nan had poured into his mind and his despair at watching his dreams crumble like a house of cards, he'd unleashed his full wrath at her.
He'd not meant to end her life, but he'd risked doing so regardless. She'd helped his cousin destroy his life's work. Picked Lucanis over him. Even though she'd told him several times afterwards that this had not been her intention, she'd hurt him. Deeply. And no matter how many times she'd show up at his prison, offering him empty words of encouragement he wanted her to suffocate on, no matter how many times Rook would apologize, he wouldn't cave. Wouldn't even look at her during most of her visits.
The lesser Dellamorte was being an overly dramatic asshole. He knew that he owed both her and Lucanis his life. His sad excuse of a life. Locked away in this shitty prison. Was that how Lucanis had felt down there in the Ossuary? His grandmother would have allowed the other Talons to execute him. She'd not cared a damn about what would become of him, of her own grandson, after his defeat. She'd left his fate in Lucanis' hands. And of course, that spineless wimp had turned to Rook for support. Something he just couldn't understand. No matter how hard he tried to, the complicated relationship between these two still eluded him.
"Illario?" Rook brought him back to the present. Her voice wavering ever so slightly. Of course, he caught that. Returning his focus from her scar back to her big blue eyes, he let out an exasperated sigh.
"I asked you what this is!"
"A contract!"
"A contract?" He had to ask again.
"Yes!" There was no hint of a jest in her eyes and still Illario burst out laughing.
A contract? That woman must've gone mad.
"What kind of game is this?" He inquired, still refusing to take the paper from her trembling hand. "This is no game!" She stressed.
"No? Then what is this about?"
"Take it! Here! See for yourself!"
"Fine! If this will get you out of my hair!" He roughly ripped the paper from her hand.
Sighing again, just to make sure she knew how irritated he was by her showing up in his cell - in his cell, not just outside of it - he unfolded the paper. The Antivan recognized the neat cursive scripture as a woman's handwriting. Hers maybe?
Reading over the poorly chosen words, the weird phrasing, he knew that this contract was written by someone only familiar with the concept of a contract. Not the finer details. Great! This was only getting more annoying.
And then he found her name. What the heck?! His eyes landed on the price. "Your freedom", it read.
And that was all it took for him to snap.
"What is this?!" He hissed, jumping up from his seat. Rook took a step backwards. Frightened? She'd never shied away like this before. Somehow this made Illario's chest tighten. Though it was probably for the best. The former Lord of Fortune had every right to fear him.
"A contract."
"Careful Rook! I don't know what type of game you're playing here, but-"
"This is not a game! This is real, Illario!"
"Have you lost your mind?"
"Maybe I have! I must have.... I'm here after all!" Her hands went flying into the air in a gesture of helplessness. He really wasn't making this easy for her.
"Yes...a big mistake if you ask me. Might just be your last." Illario shook his head at her crackpot idea, hinted at in her handwritten contract. A contract for him!
"Oh, stop this crap already! How many more times do I have to tell you, that imprisoning you was not my idea? Would you rather have been sentenced to death?"
"It couldn't have been that much more worse." The assassin shrugged, infuriating the already upset female, sharing the narrow space of his prison cell with him.
"Couldn't have been worse? You'd be dead by now!"
"Oh, do you want me to thank you? You and your endless mercy?"
"No, I-"
"I have nothing! I might as well be dead… He took everything! Everything I ever wanted! He took it from me and you helped him!" Illario cut her off harshly.
"That was not my intention!" Rook kept on reminding him.
"Doesn't matter…The result is still the same." Illario frowned at her, then he read over the contract again. A contract on her own life. By the Maker!
"Is this supposed to be a joke?" Illario's voice rose, while his patience ran out. He just wanted to be left alone and not have to deal with this woman's delusions.
"No!" Rook crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"You are being serious?! With this?" Illario leaned forward and waved the paper in her face. "Yes!"
"You want me to kill you?" He finally addressed the Ogre in the room.
"If something were to happen and I would end up blighted, then....I would want you to end my suffering.” The dark-haired woman clarified, but that did little to break through Illario's resolve.
"Blighted?"
"Yes, blighted! The Maker only knows why I have been so ridiculously lucky until now. We are up against two elven gods. One of which wields the blight as her weapon!"
"You have been rather successful so far."
"I have but... Illario, look... there's just so many times one can challenge fate until their luck runs out. And I cannot explain it, but...I have a very bad gut feeling about... everything, really!"
"You know that you could join the Wardens? On the off chance that you might end up blighted."
"I know! I know I could but...I do not want that!"
"So you would rather die by my hand?"
"Yes! I do not want to spend the rest of my days waiting for the calling to get to me eventually. It's bad enough that every day since this whole madness started has felt like I am living on borrowed time…”
“Such heavy words...” Illario was mocking her now. He was being unnecessarily cruel to the woman who'd just confided in him about the toll, leading the resistance against the elven gods, had taken on her. He was being an ass about it and he knew it.
“Illario….please!” Rook's voice shook and her eyes filled with tears of desperation. Shit! This was not a joke to her. She was being dead serious and here he went, mocking her. Well too bad for her, she'd hurt his feelings first.
“Well even if I were to accept this… this sorry excuse of a contract…” And now he was rubbing it in. "I can't do much while I'm being kept here. Sorry to disappoint." Illario averted his gaze, only to snap his head back up and gawk at Rook's next words.
"Which is why your imprisonment is ending tonight!"
"What are you talking about?" Somewhere deep inside of his heart, buried deep under all his anger and loathing, something stirred. Something small and fragile. A tiny little spark of hope.
“I got in here, didn't I?” She spread her arms, reminding him that she was currently taking up half the space inside his prison cell. “I got in and you and I both are getting out!”
Today is day 3 of Illario appreciation week! Yay🥳💖
For this one, I picked the nsfw prompt "Sweet Talker", though this one is really tame. There's some light swearing, but nothing explicit.
I don't own any of the mentioned characters except for my Rook Julice. This is all just for fun. Not a native speaker here.
Thank you @captastra for uniting us Illario lovers! 😊
Illario Dellamorte finds Rook sulking away after Lucanis literally ghosts her in the aftermath of the dragon attacking Treviso (my canon choice for the Illario x Rook ship). He senses a chance to reignite her interest in him. After all, he's always been a sweet talker.
Read more under the cut💕.
Such big words
"He should not treat you like this!" Illario sighed, sitting down next to a miserable Julice. The woman in question just turned her head to look at him with red and puffy eyes. A clear giveaway that she'd been crying. Shit! Illario wasn't one for consoling others. Especially not crestfallen women. Yet somehow he couldn't stand the lack of Julice's usual charming smile.
"Even though my cousin might tell you otherwise, not even I am that cruel." He carried on. And he meant it! He would not treat his cousin's teammate so poorly. Given the chance he would treat her very differently.
His stomach fluttered as he once more registered his undeniable attraction to the human woman and former Lord of Fortune.
"He's not talking to me at all as it is!" Julice lamented, hanging her head.
"Yeah...he can be a sulking asshole. Take it from me, Julice.” He rolled her name on his tongue. Her actual name, not the nickname that had been given to her by the infamous Varrick Tethras. Illario barely knew Julice, but he'd gathered enough hints to conclude that she actually preferred being called by her given name.
“I've been on the receiving end of his...how shall I call it?...Well no matter what it is ... I've gotten it as well!"
"But you're his family! And I'm just..." Julice struggled to find the right words to put her relationship with Lucanis into words.
They'd started out strong. The initial chemistry that Illario had had the misfortune of witnessing first hand at Caterina's funeral service, had been undeniable. And it had left Illario with a bad taste and a sinking feeling in his stomach.
Ever since he could remember, he had been the more charming Dellamorte. Not Lucanis.
During their first meeting, he could've sworn that Julice had returned his lingering looks. But as soon as she'd brought his cousin back from the underwater prison, all her attention had been given to his family’s golden child. Only that the golden child had apparently decided to mistreat his soft-hearted companion.
Could this be Illario's time to shine? To recapture her interest?
"Just what? You're his savior! The one that got him out of the Ossuary!" He tried his luck. Every woman liked being reminded of her worth. Julice would surely be no exception.
"The one that destroyed his city!" Or would she?
"His city?! Treviso was...is... he's way too full of himself! And it was that blighted dragon that destroyed it, not you."
"But I made the wrong call! I chose to head to Minrathous, first. And ...I had my reasons! I still do. I tried...if only....he wouldn't even hear them!" Her voice, usually so melodious shook.
"That's Lucanis for you." Illario shrugged, like this was a given. He was unfairly painting a wrong picture of his cousin for Julice. But damn, he would paint this woman anything to get her to finally realize that he was the better choice. His ego wouldn't allow anything less.
"Yeah but he...."
"He what?" He cocked his head to the side, giving her his full attention. She wanted to talk? He would listen.
"Why only blame me, you know? It was Neve who all but guilt tripped me into choosing Minrathous. He was there, he heard her....and still...he seems to have no problem with her company. He...he won't even look me in the eyes!"
Illario did. Straight into those big blue orbs, filled with hurt and regret.
"And that bothers you so?" He inquired.
"Maybe..."
"Then ...look at me! I am not blaming you for what happened! Treviso is my home as well. And as for your reasons...." He offered her an encouraging smile, followed by presenting her with a bottle of wine he'd brought with him, only to forget about it upon seeing her in such a sorry state. Maybe sharing a drink would lift her spirits, he surmised.
"I would hear them..." And an open ear. Maybe even a strong shoulder to cry on. He could offer her that.
"Would you now?"
Juice chuckled, but then her faint smile faltered and she eyed the bottle in his hand wearily.
"This isn't poisoned if that's what's holding you back! Look..." Illario removed the previously loosened cork.
He'd been meaning to drown his own sorrows in alcohol when he'd stolen this ridiculously expensive bottle of old red from his grandmother's wine cellar. Now they might as well do so together. The Antivan took a swig himself, for good measure, before holding it out to her again.
"Now wouldn't that be funny?" Julice's lips lifted into a tentative smile.
"No, it wouldn't...believe me! There's much…nicer ways to go." His voice dropped low, changing into his seductive tones. The ones he was used to pique people's interest with. Juice was a difficult case to crack, sadly.
"Just tell me, Illario...there already is a contract with my name on it, isn't there?"
"What? No! Not that I know of."
She eyed him long and hard, then she finally accepted the bottle.
"Well I'd rather this be my end than some random backstabbing in a dark alleyway!"
“Nobody is going to stab you, Julice! Not while I am here!”
“You would protect me?” Her brow lifted at his unspoken promise. A promise he actually intended to keep.
“I would end whoever would dare and come for you for something like this long before they'd as much as look at you!”
“Wow, that's… that's big words.”
“It's what you need to hear. What you want to hear, isn't it?”
She blushed, her hopeful gaze locking with his. Illario inwardly triumphed. He was a sweet talker through and through. And apparently he'd not yet lost his bite.
“Maybe it is.” julice confessed, her cheeks turning en even darker shade of pink.
