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WIP Something, Maybe F*ck Five Lines, Whenever, WhateverâŠI suck, etc.
I have un tagged tags sitting from so many⊠@tynithia @tociminna @archduchessgortash and @dr4gonwriter at least. I think Iâm caught up with @optimisticgrey butâŠanyway.
Iâve had to rewrite all my adventures with the new Forgotten Realms spells etc. and am just so so far behind. I fiddled some with a few different things but the only thing of substance Iâve managed this week is a bit of angst on the night before the Netherbrain fight.
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From ~ And Tomorrow
Lily had unfurled her papers across the sticky rooftop table, maps and notes fluttering like wounded wings in the breeze off the harbor. Every scrap of knowledge she possessed lay bare beneath the moonâlow-hung, swollen, a gravid omen offering no comfort, no guidance. Far beneath the city stones, something vast was waking.
She murmured to herself, voice scarcely more than a sigh tangled in the breeze.
âKarlach can stay backâdefend her city with Jaheira and Minsc. Side by side with heroes⊠sheâll like that. Shadowheart can stay as well. Theyâll need a healer.â
Her fingers drifted to a mapâs edge, pausing where ink bled into shadow.
âHalsin⊠has to come. Heâs the only one without a tadpole. If the Brain turns usâany of usâheâŠâ
Her breath quivered. âHeâll be the one who can stop us.â
âCouldnât sleep?â
Galeâs voice drifted across the rooftop like a lantern finding her in the dark. Lily startled slightly, turning as he stepped to her side, the moon outlining him in silver.
âElf,â she corrected gently, âI donât sleep. Remember?â
He only shook his head, fondness softening every tired line of him, and reached out to brush a stray wisp of hair from her cheek. His fingers lingeredâwarm, groundingâbefore he bent and pressed a kiss to her cheek, slow and almost reverent.
âWell,â he murmured against her skin, âlet me rephrase. I woke to find my arms quite empty. And I wondered what had become of you.â
âPlanning,â she admitted, her voice a thin silver thread in the dark. âFeels a bit maudlin, thinking about which of us should survive. Who should stay in the city when we head for the morphic pool the Emperor mentioned.â
Gale didnât answer at first. Instead, his arm slid fully around her waistâfirm, encompassingâdrawing her against the warmth of his chest. He held her as though he could anchor her to the world simply by refusing to let go. She softened instinctively, her forehead brushing his collarbone, his heartbeat steady beneath her cheek.
His other hand rose to cradle the back of her head, fingers threading into her silvery hair with almost reverent gentleness. She lifted her face to him, searching his eyes, and her voiceâbarely more than breathâquivered between them.
âYou can stay here,â she whispered. âAstarion and I can bring back the crown.â
The words hit him like a blow. His arms tightenedânot painfully, but unmistakablyâa protective, startled pull that pressed her closer, as though the very thought of her walking into that abyss without him stole the breath from his lungs.
âLily!â Galeâs voice broke out of him before he could soften it. âWhat are you saying? Are you truly proposing to do this without me?â
The hurt in his tone was unmistakableâraw, astonished, edged with something hotter.
âYouâd trust Astarion to stand at your side in that nightmare, but not me?â
His brows drew together, grief flickering into angerânot loud, but aching, the kind that slips beneath the ribs like a blade.
âAfter everything weâve survived, everything weâve fought forâyou think I would abandon you? Or fail you?â
She reached for him, but he took in a sharp breath, the wound too fresh to be soothed so quickly.
âGaleâŠâ she whispered, palm to his chest, feeling the tremor beneath his sternum. âWhat happens if we fail? What happens if you die and we canât deliver Mystra her trinket? Your soul would be lost in the City of Judgement. I could never find you.â
He went stillânot calmed, but silenced by the fear beneath her reasoning. His jaw tightened; hurt flickered again in his eyes, softer now but no less deep. He swallowed hard, breath unsteady, arms still locked around her. If anything, they drew her closer, as though the thought of losing her had lit a fire beneath his ribs.
âLily,â he saidâand this time her name broke from him like a plea. âWithout you beside me, I would never have dared to dream of anything beyond a lonely, violent end. Mystraâs ChosenâŠâ
He let out a shaking breath, half-laugh, half-sob. âWell, letâs just say happy ever after is seldom in the hands she deals.â
His hands framed her faceâalmost too gently for how fiercely he held herâthumbs trembling against her skin. His voice dropped, hoarse, desperate.
âI cannot go back to that. To believing I was doomed. To walking into darkness alone. I canâtâLily, I canât bear the thought of you choosing a future where Iâm not at your side.â
He dipped his forehead to hers, breath unsteady, like he was trying to breathe her in before the world tore them apart.
âI would rather face the Absolute, the gods, the whole damned Weave itself with you⊠than live safely without you.â
For a long moment, Lily said nothing.
The harbor wind tugged at her hair, lifting silver strands like drifting starlight. Galeâs forehead rested against hers, his breath uneven, his hands still trembling where they framed her face. Beneath her palms, his heart thudded with a frantic, mortal rhythmâso human, so fragile, so desperately alive.
She closed her eyes.
Not to shut him out.
To feel him more clearly.
âGale,â she whispered at last, her voice barely a ripple on the night. âIâm not choosing a future without you. Iâm trying to make sure there is a future for you.â
Her hands slid from his chest to his jaw, thumbs brushing the dampness gathering at the corners of his eyes. She pressed her brow against his chest, the warmth of him sinking into her bones.
âPlease,â she said softly. âChoosing Astarion to walk beside me isnât an issue of trust. Heâs already dead! His soul returns homeâŠBut you are the one I cannot lose. The one I cannot gamble with.â
Her voice quivered, but she didnât look away.
âI trust Astarion with my life,â she murmured. âBut I trust you with my soul.â
His breath hitchedâsharp, trembling.
âBut if you fall,â Lily continued, quieter still, âI wonât be able to follow you. Not into that darkness. Not into her hands. I am terrified of losing you in ways I cannot mend.â
Her fingers curled into his hair, holding him to her as though anchoring both of them to the world.
âAnd I would rather you hate me for trying to keep you safe,â she whispered, âthan watch you vanish into a fate I cannot reach.â
The words lingered between themâfragile, fierce, unbearably trueâbefore she added, almost breaking:
âI love you too much to send you into that pool. Even if it kills me.â
For a heartbeat, Gale didnât breathe.
Her confessionâher fear, her love, her impossible tendernessâhit him like a spell he had no defense against. His hands tightened in her hair, his forehead still pressed to hers, but something shifted in him: not anger now, not even hurtâsomething deeper, steadier, devastatingly resolute.
âLily,â he whispered, and the way he said her name cracked like a vow being forged. âI will not let you go alone.â
He drew back just enough to see her face, cupping her cheeks as though she were made of moonlight and mortal flesh in equal measure. His breath trembled against her lips.
âYou think Iâll stand here and watch you walk into this without me? That I would let fate, or fear, or even you decide Iâm unworthy to stand at your side?â
His voice lowered, fierce and tender all at once.
âNo. Absolutely not.â
He brushed a kiss to her browânot soft, but pressed with purpose, as if sealing an oath.
âIf the tide turns,â he murmured, âif the Brain takes youâif it comes to thatââ
His eyes burned, dark and bright as spellfire.
âI will detonate the Orb.â
She gasped, but he silenced her with a touch, a thumb sweeping softly beneath her eye.
âIt would fulfill Mystraâs will. Redeem my soul. And in that moment, I would tear us free of this nightmare. I would end itâend everythingâbefore I let you be twisted into something you are not.â
His voice broke, but he did not look away.
âAnd if that condemns me⊠if the Weave shatters me, if judgment swallows me wholeâŠâ
He leaned in until his lips brushed hersâjust barely, like a promise that spans centuries.
ââŠthen I will find you in every lifetime the gods permit. I will cross worlds, mythals, Spheres of existence if I must. You will not be rid of meânot in this life, and not in any that follow.â
He rested his forehead against hers again, his breath shivering as though the vow had stolen the strength from his lungs.
âYou are not walking into that pool without me,â he said, quiet as a prayer and absolute as a geas. âNot now. Not ever.â
For a long, suspended moment, Lily only stared at him.
The wind curled around them, lifting silver strands of her hair, carrying the distant hush of the harbor. Galeâs vow still hung between themâterrible, tender, incandescent. A promise vast enough to defy gods. A promise reckless enough to be his.
And slowly, slowly, her resistance unraveled.
Her breath left her in a quiet shudder. The fear in her eyes softened, reshaped into something deeperâacceptance, aching and luminous.
She lifted one hand and laid it over his, still cupping her cheek. Her fingers slid down, lacing through his with deliberate care, as though she were binding them together thread by thread. Then she took his other hand tooâpulling them both into her own, grounding him, grounding herself.
When she finally spoke, her voice was so gentle it felt like the night itself leaned in to hear.
âWell,â she murmured, âthen help me plan.â
Galeâs breath hitchedârelief, love, sorrow, devotion all knotted into a single trembling exhale. She tugged him closer by the hands, guiding him back toward the table with its sprawling maps and ink-brushed fears.
Her thumb swept over his knuckles in a quiet circle.
âIf youâre coming with me,â she whispered, âthen every choice from here on⊠we make together.â
Gale gave her that tender crooked smile, the one that was only for her, âYou are quite the battle commander, arenât you ?â
Lily exhaled, a soft breath edged with old shadows. âEvereska nearly fell the year before I was born. Most of the city died. Every song, every memory⊠vanished.â
Her fingers smoothed the edge of a map as though she could flatten the past itself.
âMaybe this is why Iâm here. So no one else has to carry memories like that.â
Galeâs expression warmedâpride, grief, love threading through every line of his face.
âMinthara can take the Iron Hands into the Undercity,â Lily said next.
He let out a surprised, delighted laugh. âThe Undercityâgods. About as close to the Underdark as Baldurâs Gate dares go.â
Lilyâs lips curved. âAnd commanding a battalion of gnomes will make her feel right at home.â
His laughter softened into a smile as she leaned over the spread of maps again, her hand drifting toward the names sheâd chosen.
âAstarion, Wyll, Laeâzel⊠and Halsin with us.â
She paused again, fingertips hovering above the ink.
âWyllâs first act as Grand Duke,â she murmured. âLaeâzel was born and bred to fight illithids. And Halsin⊠if it all goes very badly.â
Her throat tightened.
âWeâll need to tell him about the contingency spell. Heâll have to know how long he has to use the Orb.â
Galeâs hand slid over hersâwarm, steady, inexorableâand he bent to press a soft kiss to her temple.
âWell,â came a voice from the shadows, âisnât that just delightful.â
Both of them turned as Astarion strolled into the lantern-glow with the weary grace of a man deeply offended by the very concept of responsibility.
A sharp inhale cut through the quiet.
âOh no. Absolutely not. I refuse.â
They both turned as Astarion strode into the lantern light, cloak flaring behind him. His expression was not haughty or smug, but genuinely aghast.
âAre youââ he gestured wildly at the table ââmaking plans for what happens when we all DIE?â
Lily blinked. âWeâre not planning toââ
âOh, donât you dare give me that tone.â He stalked closer, silver eyes wide with disbelief. âI leave you alone with him for ten minutes and this is how you spend your time? I thought wizard charming here would be making some ardent declaration of love.â
Gale sighed. âWe werenât planning your death, Astarionââ
Astarion jabbed a finger at the maps. âThere is literally a note here that says âif weâre turnedâ with an arrow to Halsinâs name!â
He turned to Lily, affronted on a spiritual level. âIllithid? Me?, Lily. As if thatâs an acceptable thing to plan for.â
âItâs a contingency,â she said gently.
âItâs deranged,â he snapped back. âA contingency is forgetting a tent pole, not preparing for your inevitable horrific transformation into squid-people!â
Gale sighed in exasperation . âAstarionââ
âNo,â Astarion cut in, hands on hips, âI am putting my beautifully shod foot down. You are all far too calm about this. Planning who dies and how and whyâgood gods, itâs positively morbid.â
Lilyâs voice softened. âWeâre not expecting to die.â
âOh, really?â He swept a hand over the table. âBecause this looks like the worldâs most depressing picnic.â
Despite herself, she laughedâa soft, tired little sound.
Galeâs shoulder eased. Even he couldnât quite hold onto a frown in the face of such dramatic indignation. âVery well, then. No more talk of defeat, of the orb. Weâll do this the old fashioned way âspells, swords and sweat, adventurers to the end, whatever form that might take.â
Tagging @babydinosaur930 @asorceresswrites @waterdhaviancheeses @toomanyfamiliars and everyone else whether I missed you or not! Sorry about the sucking.